"Sherlock, Sherlock?"

An orange haze blinked in to his vision before a creased face came in to focus. He mouthed John's name but was unable to make the sound. He sat up slowly, staring at the man in front of him. Unbelieving, he must of fallen asleep on the sofa, if he moved too quickly he would wake and his John would be gone. John placed a hand on Sherlock's shoulder and Sherlock placed his hand over John's, he felt so warm and so real. He stared back. He pulled John in to a desperate hug; he clasped the thick woollen jumper crying in to John's neck. John couldn't keep a tear running down his cheek either as he felt Sherlock clinging to him as if he was trying to stop him from fading to nonexistence.

Suddenly he leapt up off of John: "But John, no I ..." His eyes darted he was back in the metallic room. "No, it couldn't have been a dream. I saw you...I kil..."

"Sherlock, I know, it's ok, you're safe, you never went anywhere. That dick put you under some sort of unconscious trance." Sherlock ran round to the screen avoiding the odd looks from Sam and Dean. He adjusted the screen so they would be eye level.

"DOCTOR! SHOW YOUR SELF!" The Doctor stepped back on a screen with a smile and a bag of crisps.

"Welcome back grumpy!"

"What did you do to me?"

"I told you, you have to entertain me and boy that was a show, wouldn't you all agree?" Sherlock felt sick that these strangers and most of all John had seen him so weak. "How?"

"It's a thing, like a magic thing, with a bit more science."

"Tell Me!"

The Doctor laughed through a mouthful of crisps. "It destroys you to not be the smartest one in the room doesn't it. Claws your insides raw that you can't understand and can't show off."

Sherlock peeled himself off the screen ignoring John who was trying to get his attention and calm him down. Sherlock ran to each of the possible exits trying to force them open.

"We've tried all that Legs."

Sherlock ignored Dean and shot the locks: nothing, wood: nothing. Windows, ceiling, wall, all nothing. His breathing was ragged and he was getting reckless.

John walked up to him. "I know it is hard for you to understand all this, it's hard for all of us, well, probably not as much for them but right now we need you to just to accept it so we can figure a way out of this."

Sherlock looked at him; he looked so lost and insecure.

"And Sherlock." John reached up and held his face to his "Thank you." Sherlock looked in to warm eyes, he hugged the detective. "Thank you. I can't imagine what you went through, and what you had to do. I felt it break you and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. But you made the right decision, I'm so proud of you. Thank you." John's eyes were shining when he looked back up at Sherlock, it was too much for him and he knelt to the floor and buried himself in John again. They stayed like that for minutes.

"Woah what is with the oestrogen in the room?" Dean blurted, "Oh, come on ladies, it didn't even happen."

"Dean, shh." Sam struck Dean for his insensitivity. Sherlock and John composed themselves although Sherlock was staring daggers at Dean. The Doctor had put his feet up and was smirking at them all.

"So how do we end this?" Sam asked.

The Doctor swivelled on his chair. "Look a swivel chair! I love swivel chairs! Is there anything better oooh." He stopped himself suddenly "Oh right, yeah, you don't."

"You can't keep us here forever." Dean challenged.

"Actually, I can."

"People will come looking for us."

"They can try." The screen flickered to a picture of the earth. They were floating over it, revolving around it like a second moon. They looked on in awe of beauty and fear. "This glorious machine is The Tardis: Time and Realitve Dimension in Space. Sexy, I know. Welcome to my ship! Neither time nor space can hide from us. So yeah, good luck to the..." The screen crackled and a secondary voice was trying to break through. "D...Dea...am?" The picture cleared and the static was replaced with a young man with big lips and even bigger eyes. Three men raised their eyebrows at the handsome sight, the forth shouted: "Cas!"

"Sam, Dean, I found you."

"Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" Dean questioned Sam, Sam turned to him in confusion.

"Dean, its Cas...Castiel."

Cas was now staring intently at Dean with hardened eyebrows.

"Nice to meet you Cas." He gave a playful wink and Sherlock groaned.

"Dean now is not the time to be petty."

"What are you babbling about Sammy? I'm just being polite."

"You don't think there are more important things to discuss?" Interrupted John.

"Not now." Brushed Sam. "Do you actually not know who this is?"

Dean studied the screen for a second. "Nope, should I?"

Sam looked back at Cas confused and Cas was biting his lip. "Show me your arm Dean."

"What?"

Everything clicked in to place for Sam. "Dean, take off your jacket."

"What on a first date?"

"Do it!"

"Ok, ok, God."

Dean shook his jacket off revealing perfect un-blistered skin. Sam's mouth fell open and Cas closed his eyes. "He won't remember me."

"But where's it gone? A blistered handprint can't just vanish."

Dean wasn't understanding any of this. Cas turned to Sam. "The Oracle took it. I didn't, I didn't think he would even consider offering it as his most precious item."

Dean interrupted; "But I didn't offer anything, Sam did Dad's ring for the both of us."

"Dads ring? What I didn't know our Dad why would I do that, you did Cas' handprint."

"Don't be stupid Sam why would you even say that about Dad."

"Dean I never met the man, he was always your Dad but I never even saw him, remember you told me he refused to have contact with me since I was born because he knew what I was."

"Are you high? Dean was a mixture of distraught and anger. Cas stepped in before Dean could try and knock some sense in to his younger brother.

"It was the Oracle. The objects of preciousness are offered to her and once she takes them she takes all memories attached to them. So it sounds like Sam, you won't remember your father and Dean...You won't remember me."

"No, no I don't know you."

"And Sam doesn't remember John Winchester, explain that."

Sam was holding his head trying to recall anything of their apparent father when a thought occurred: "Wait. Did you know this was going to happen?"

Cas looked at Dean and then back to Sam "I didn't know who you were going to choose."

"But you did know that we would lose all memory of the people we loved?"

Cas couldn't look at them "...Yes."

"Now I'm sure I've never "loved" this d-bag."

"How could you Cas?"

"I had to I'm sorry. It was higher orders."

"Higher order?"

"He's an Angel Dean."

"Oh not another one really?"

"I was the one that gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

Dean spat a laugh: "No, Sam got me out we would never need help from you ego bastards."

Cas' face crumpled in a wince.

"Dean, it's true."

Cas opened his mouth to say something but instead all they heard was a mechanic wailing noise and the screen glowed green.

The doctor reappeared putting the flashing green instrument back in his pocket. "There we go, good old sonic eh? Ooh I do hate angels. Anyway, how you coping over there?" The Doctor directed the question over to Sherlock and John.

Sherlock replied with a blank expression. But John was firing questions. "How did he do that we're in space? Angels really? You went to hell? What the Hell, it's real? Higher power, he meant God right? This is insane."

No one acknowledged John's rambles Sam and Dean were too engrossed with the information to process anything else.

"So Dean what did you think of good-lookin? Eh?" Neither men humoured the Doctor with an answer. So he carried on talking: "Ugh, brothers. I hate brothers. I have a brother, had a brother, well used to, well he's still out there somewhere. But that's another story, who wants those ties aye? Besides the angel has given me an idea. So here we go again. 3...2...1..."

Dean and Sam collapsed on to each other before they even hit the floor. "Ooh I get to do the split screen thingy." The doctor beamed to Sherlock and John before the screen started to change. Sherlock ignored the screen and checked the bodies; he came to the same conclusion as John and with no hope of waking them up. There was nothing else to do but watch.