AH. I am a horrible person for that cliff hanger. Sorry. I love writing, but I have a life. JK, I am so alone. Anyway, enjoy! :-)

P.S...Our heroes might be getting some help from a certain Consulting Detective...

"SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yelled out, the man in the center continually moving towards them. He was smartly dressed, a suit and a good hair cut. He chuckled.

"Hello Dean, Moose, baby in a trenchcoat, and...friends." The man gestured to the group. Amy and the Doctor squinted at the man.

"Canton?" Amy asked, getting closer to the man. Dean grabbed her and pulled her behind him as the demon killing knife came into his hand. "Wait! I know him you jerk! Don't try to kill him too!" Amy screeched.

"Whoever that poor sap used to be is gone Amy. The person you have the pleasure of seeing is Crowley. But his friends call him the King of Hell." Sam said, reaching for his pistol. Castiel looked around for a second, then took a defensive stance, as though he would fight him in a fist battle.

"But, Canton! You helped us defeat the Silence! And also, isn't Satan the so called 'King of Hell'? And by the way I have met him, and he died. Soooo...who are you talking about?" The Doctor asked the hunters.

"Oh dear me boys, it seems you have explaining to do. Whoever you saw, that was no Satan. Lucifer is still in the cage. Thank you Sammy-boy. And me, well your 'friend' is not me. Canton Delaware, the third, correct? Wasn't he fun? His memories are resurfacing now. You, Floppy, and Scottish fire over here, a woman after my own soul-if I had one-you are not from around here? And please, Dean, tell me about your blonde friend and her fabulous male friend." Crowley smirked at the Other Doctor as Amy squinted at the Weeping Angels behind Can-Crowley.

"So, why did you bring along those things? Don't you now they can send you back in time in a single second?" Amy asked. Crowley looked at her flashing his red eyes in time to the angels flashing their black ones.

"You see, my dear new friend, my demons found new meatsuits. If you could call them that. They are extremely powerful, yet subservient and generally quite easy to take control of. Who would have thought?" Crowley said, looking between the Doctors. Rose looked at the statues, not recognizing them. Yet, she had a feeling, by the reaction by her husband and the the Doctor, that they were not only dangerous, but alien.

"Crowley. Leave now bef-"Castiel started before being engulfed in a blinding white light, which made him vanish, as Dean looked around frantically.

"He was no fun. Now that he is gone, let's have some fun. Huh, Dean?" A slimy voice came from behind them, sending shivers and horrid memories back to Dean. Sam took out some holy water, and turned around, keeping Clara close to him. A man was standing next to one of the TARDISes, with a bloodied hand from drawing the angel banishing sigil.

"Alastair."

Somewhere in London

"-ore I...DAMMIT!" Castiel shouted as he looked around him. For some reason, the sigil had banished him into London somewhere. He stood in front of a door with a knocker. Next to the door was a small eatery with a sign above it reading Speedy's. Castiel found himself knocking rather than walking away and waiting until he could get back to Dean and Sam.

KNOCK KNOCK

After a few seconds, an older woman with a kind face came to the door.

"How many I help you? Are you here to see him?" She asked, turning her head slightly inwards. She was wearing a purple dress with a light shawl over it, huddled against the cold that was blowing in.

"Um. I believe so. Yes." Castiel said, unsure of who would be expecting people out of the blue. The woman smiled, showing Castiel where she got the laughter lines across her face. She gestured for him to follow her, as she walked up stairs and came to a door that said 'B' on it. She did not knock, but simply walked in ad called out.

"Sherlock dear, I think you have a client here!" Her voice rang out in the small apartment. They came to a living room in which a small, blonde man sat in a chair, reading a newspaper. Castiel could tell from the doorway that it said London Fisse indicating that he was still in Europe. Before Castiel could speak, a tall lanky man with very dark curls piled on his head strode up to him, examining every detail of Castiel's face before moving away to sit in a lounge chair and leaned his head back, steepling his hands beneath his chin.

"Go away. I want something NOT boring. You are clearly just some man who is having problems with his wife. By the look of your clothes, you have traveled a long way. Sorry, but I do not do boring cases." The dark-haired man said, eyes closed. The blonde man sighed and stood up and extended a hand to Castiel.

"I am so sorry about Sherlock, he can be an arse sometimes. Just, tell me what you are here for." The man looked honest, Castiel decided these men were not of any danger and started his story.

"Well, I was at a beach in Norway with Dean and Sam and the King of Hell showed up with aliens who were possessed by demons. I was about to get rid of them when someone banished me. I ended up here and for some reason, I knocked." Castiel said, telling the truth as he always does. The blonde man gaped at Cas, and the man he had called Sherlock flung his eyes open and sat up straight.

"Why did Mrs. Hudson let a lunatic into our flat?" Sherlock bellowed, turning pale for some reason. Castiel looked at him, very confused.

"I do not understand, why am I a lunatic?" His gravelly voice asked. Sherlock crossed the room at an almost inhuman speed.

"You believe you are telling the truth. But other than that fact, WHY CAN I NOT READ YOU?" He asked furiously rubbing his temple. The blonde man snapped out of his daze and walked over.

"Who are you?" He asked. Castiel sighed and looked him in the eye.

"I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord. And I need to get back to Darlig Ulv Stranden."