John sprinted through the alleyways as fast as he could go, two demons close behind. Why did he have to be the bait? Well, it had to be him. The demons weren't going to go after Sam or Dean and there's no way in hell they'd go after Castiel. That left John or Sherlock, and John wasn't going to let Sherlock almost die twice in one day. So Sherlock stuck to observing the demons from the rooftops with Sam and Dean and Cas as John ran for his life. He didn't even know if this trap would work! How could a drawing stop a demon. Well it was too late to change his mind.
John threw the door open to an old, empty building and ran inside. The demons came to a sudden halt, reaching the edge of the devil's trap painted on the ceiling. John took a second to catch his breathe. He couldn't believe they worked.
Suddenly he felt the floor shake, the building tremble, and saw the devious smile painted on the demon's faces. He heard a large crack and looked up to see a large rift through the middle of the devil's trap. He knew he was a goner when he realized that the shaking caused huge chunks of rubble, from one of the upper floors, to fall in front of the door. Something always went wrong. The demons now were slowly approaching him, laughing, saying something about how stupid he was, but John wasn't listening. He was too busy waiting for the right moment as he twisted the cap off of the flask in his pocket. Once the demons got closer John swung his arm, splashing them across the face with holy water. There was a sizzling sound when the water made contact with the demon's skin. They both screamed and put their hands up to their eyes, John took this opportunity to run towards one of the windows. He could hear Sherlock and the Winchesters calling his name.
John had nearly made it to the window when he felt a hand grab onto the back of hours jacket. He hit the floor hard, his eyes opened to see the demons looming over his. One of the demons went flying, crashing into a wall. Light flooded from the other one's eyes and mouth, it dropped to the floor next to John. John looked up at Castiel.
"Are you alright?" The angel asked, holding his hand out.
John took his hand and pulled himself up, "Yeah, thanks... Thank you for helping me."
Sherlock picked up and old brick off the ground as he ran up to the building. He then used it to smash a window and knock the broken glass out, before climbing through with the Winchesters close behind. The three of them ran over to John and Cas.
"I made sure not to kill him," Cas said, gesturing to the knocked out demon, slumped against the wall.
Sam and Dean went over to the demon, while Sherlock inspected John.
"Are you hurt?" Sherlock couldn't see any signs of injury.
John shook his head, "No, I'm fine."
Soon Sam and Dean had the circle redrawn and the demon tied up inside.
"Alright, now what?" John asked, standing with the others around the edges of the devil's trap.
"We need to extract information,"Sherlock stated, hands in their thinking position.
Sam and Dean glanced at each other, knowing that torture was an option, but neither of them wanted to say it.
Knowing what the brothers were thinking, Cas said, "We could try intimidation."
The others looked at made eye contact, figuring this could be a valid choice. They heard the demon groan and looked over as his eyes opened.
"Rise and shine, you black eyed son of a bitch," Dean yelled as he clapped his hands together.
The demon glared, "Winchester."
"So you know who I am," Dean gave a cheeky smile, "What else do you know?"
This earned a growl from the demon.
"Listen, buddy," Dean took the demon knife out of his pocket, "We could do this the easy way or we could do this the hard way. I, myself, like the easy way. Where you just blab your guts, so I don't have to cut them out."
The demon laughed, "You really think you can scare me?"
"You should be," Sam stepped forward.
"Oh?" The demon tilted his head, "And why is that?"
Sam smiled, "Because we've got an angel."
The lights flickered as Cas stepped up. John and Sherlock gaped at the shadow of Cas' wings on the wall. His eyes started to glow, "Talk."
The demon chuckled nervously, "You're not going to do anything to me, you need me. If you didn't I'd already be dead." He sounded significantly less confident than before.
"Maybe not," Sherlock spoke up, "but what if we call Crowley? The master of torture should be able to get some answers."
The color drained from the demon's face, "Wait, wait!"
Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"
"Hold on," The demon begged, "Just let me explain."
"Go on," Sherlock examined the demon.
"Listen it's not my fault that I'm here, I'm just following orders," The demon spouted out in a panic.
"Yes, we know that. Whose orders?" Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Come on now! I can't tell you that, he'll kill me."
Sam sighed dramatically as he took hots phone out and started punching in random numbers.
"Frederick! His name's Frederick!" The demon yelled.
"Alright," Dean said, "where would we find Freddie?"
"I don't know," The demon answered.
"Do not lie to me," Sherlock spat back.
"He doesn't have a meeting place, doesn't want hunters to find him," The demon said, "He sends the word out last minute."
"How does he get everyone together?"John asked, getting his bearing back.
"He sends Malvo. He's his right hand man, ya know?" As if sensing the next question the demon added, "And we only see him when he finds us. That's all I know, I swear!"
Dean and Cas nodded to each other before Cas walked into the the devil's trap a placed his hand on the demon's head. A few seconds later it was dead on the floor. Sherlock and John felt a little surprised by the suddenness and coldness of it, but understood why it had to be done. John felt a little more weary of the hunters. What would they do if he or Sherlock got possessed? Sherlock made a mental note to watch their behavior me closely.
Sam noticed them shift and felt an odd need to defend Cas and Dean, "We can't have him telling other demons or the Frederick guy what we know."
"Great, now what do we do about Malvo, or whatever?" Dean grumbled.
"I can survey the area for large gatherings of demons," Cas suggest.
"Check restaurants or any place recently closed down that used to serve food," Sherlock said. Cad tilted his head and squinted his eyes, so Sherlock continued, "The demons from this morning vaguely smelled of frying grease, which means they had been somewhere that serves foods. Could they have just grabbed a bite to eat before coming to kill us? Possibly, but why would demons bother eating? Abs on top of that these two also smell like food, along with some stains from grease on their clothes. The scent is too strong for it to have been leftover from this morning, besides it's highly likely that Frederick would call a meeting after the first group failed to kill us."
"Okay," Dean nodded, "Cas, you and John, head out and look for demons. The rest of us will try to find a way to catch this Maldick guy and make him talk. We'll all meet back at the flat in 3 hours."
John, and Cas looked a little confused but this, so Sam clarified, "What Dean's probably thinking is that we don't want to send anyone off alone. There's a good chance that they might attack again."
"I don't need assistance," Cas's tone sounded slightly offended.
Dean stepped closer, putting his hand on Cas' shoulder, "Cas, buddy, if they know you're with us, they're probably suiting up to fight angels. I can't have you getting surrounded by a bunch of demons with angel blades. Anyway, a little back up won't hurt ya."
Cas let out an annoyed sigh and nodded, "Alright." Suddenly, he was gone.
John stood there awkwardly, "Ummm..."
Then Cas was standing next to John, causing the doctor to jump, "I'm sorry..." Cas mumbled, looking like a kicked puppy. He then on John's shoulder and they were both gone.
We're camping and it's absolutely miserable out here, but it's given me a little extra time to write. Feedback would be wonderful or if there's anything you want to see me try to squeeze in. Sometimes finding a decent stopping place gives me a really awkward starting place next time. Anyway I hope you enjoyed.