As Sam and Dean tumbled down the country road, the phone in Sam's pocket started ringing. He took it out, looked at the number, and then handed it to his brother.

"Who is it?" Dean asked, taking the phone from Sam.

"Cas," Sam whispered, knowing that they were in trouble.

"Dammit," Dean muttered, answering the phone reluctantly. "Hello?"

"Dean. Where are you?" Cas demanded from the other end. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Buckingham Palace," Dean mocked as there was a short silence.

"Why did you lie to me?" Cas growled as Dean rolled his eyes.

"It was a joke. I don't think it would be wise right now for me to tell you were Sam and I are. What do you want?" Dean countered.

"The Doctor told me that you escaped from the creature's flat. It's going to be very difficult to negotiate Sherlock's body if you're not here," Cas informed as Dean scoffed.

"How so?"

"Well, now he thinks that I have no reason to negotiate with him. Also, he thinks that I'm going to kill him because he let you two go. If he truly thinks that, then it's going to be even more difficult to get him to leave Sherlock, because we need him alive," Cas informed as Dean sighed, seeing the logic.

"Are you going to kill it? Or him? Or whatever?" Dean whispered, getting a headache.

"I don't know yet. Possibly, especially since he's not interested in stopping the apocalypse," Cas informed as Dean shrugged.

"Makes sense, but what do you want us to do about it? We're not going back there to be kept hostage. We'll go back to save the Doctor, his friends, and John, but that's it. Sam and I aren't going to be sitting ducks," Dean continued, wanting his position known. Cas paused, thinking.

"Understood. It seems that the Doctor is on our side in this, so he can help us. Until then, I need to find a proper vessel," Cas answered.

"Right. How's that going?"

"Not well. It seems no one is interested in becoming a vessel for an monster."

"Can't say I'm surprised there. Maybe try back in America. There seems to be a lot more willing people there," Dean smiled as Cas sighed.

"I've already checked."

"Are you asking them on the street?"

"Yes. How else would you go about this?" Cas replied, confused by the question. Dean rubbed his eyebrow for a second, gathering himself.

"I don't know. Maybe ask clergymen or monks. They might be more willing," Dean suggested, trying to help.

"That is a good idea," Cas sighed.

"Where do you want to meet tomorrow?" Dean implored, still not wanting to tell Cas where they were.

"Meet me at the restaurant beneath the flat around seven," Cas answered before hanging up. Dean shut the phone and handed it back to Sam.

"So? What's going on?" Sam asked, putting the phone back in his pocket.

"We're meeting at Speedy's tomorrow at seven to see what Cas managed to scrape up. I think we're going to confront the thing in Sherlock after we've regrouped," Dean summed up as Sam nodded calmly.

"And you didn't tell him where we were. Why?"

"He would zap us back there into the living room. What's so important about this Sherlock guy anyway? Why does Cas care so much?" Dean asked, confused.

"Maybe he's destined for something. Maybe he has a part in the apocalypse, too?" Sam suggested before Dean shook his head.

"No, Cas wouldn't care about that. There's something else going on," Dean whispered as they stopped in a little town.

"Are we seriously going to spend tonight here?" Sam whispered, opening the door.

"Well, I don't trust London right now, so yeah. Besides, I have Sherlock's wallet. Everything should be fine," Dean reassured while Sam sighed, not as convinced. They walked into the inn and bought a room.

~~PD~~

Cas waited in the cafe with a man that he barely met, who was homeless and possibly drunk. He knew that this man wasn't going to convince Raziel to leave Sherlock's body, but there could be a chance. There was always a chance. Cas glanced out the window, waiting for the Winchester boys to show up. The homeless man ordered a sandwich, which Cas promised that Dean would pay for it.

"When are your friends coming?" the man asked as Cas ignored him. He shrugged and took another bite. "So, you're telling me that I can have an angel inside of me? Will that change my financial situation?"

"Quite possibly," Cas whispered, watching the street. The man sighed and went back to eating, glad to be under a roof with food for once. Eventually, Sam and Dean got out of a cab and walked into the cafe. Cas stood up and met them in the entrance.

"Cas," Dean greeted, looking around. "Did you find someone?"

"Possibly," he replied regretfully, gesturing toward the homeless man. Sam held his breath and closed his eyes.

"That is not an upgrade from Sherlock," Sam grumbled as Cas glared at him.

"Obviously. This is the best we have, though," Cas whispered as a man walked in and tapped Dean on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, do you know where Sherlock Holmes' lives? Lestrade can't reach him," the man informed as Dean glanced back at his brothers, giving them a smile.

"I do, actually, but you see, Sherlock has gone a bit looney, if you know what I mean. He's obsessed with monsters and thinks that there's one inside him, trying to get out. In order to keep him calm, just say 'yes', okay? He'll ask you a question if the monster can enter your body, and of course, nothing will happen. I think that should help his condition," Dean informed, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. He seemed skeptical but sighed.

"Who are you?" he asked as Dean retracted his arm.

"I'm Dean, his cousin from America, and this is my brother, Sam, and my best friend, Cas. Who are you?" Dean countered as the man relaxed.

"Anderson. I work with Sherlock at New Scotland Yard," Anderson answered as Dean led him upstairs, talking with him casually. Sam went to follow, but Cas pulled him back.

"Why is he lying?" Cas asked as Sam shook his head.

"He's taking a chance. Maybe whatever is in Sherlock will take over Anderson. That man over there is a long shot, and we may have a better chance with Anderson," Sam answered while Cas pursed his lips.

"But why lie?"

"No one would believe the truth. Besides, he did tell some of the truth. He just bended the rest of it," Sam defended as Cas nodded, glancing back at the man, before Sam put a hand on his shoulder. "You did well under the circumstances."

"Thank you, Sam," Cas whispered as they left the cafe.

Dean led Anderson to the door and opened it, finding that it was unlocked. Anderson hardly asked a question, as he thought that Dean was family. They walked up the stairs as Cas and Sam followed behind. When they entered the living space, they found it empty. Unsure what to do, Dean turned to Anderson and smiled.

"Will you wait here for a moment? I'll go get Sherlock," Dean informed, leaving Anderson with Sam and Cas in the living room. Dean dashed up the stairs and went straight for the Doctor's door. He knocked gingerly on the door, afraid to wake anyone up. There was a crash from inside before the door opened.

"Dean?!" the Doctor whispered harshly, flabbergasted. He pulled the Winchester into the room and shut the door before turning to him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I came back with Cas," Dean informed as the Doctor ran a hand through his hair. "We pulled through. We brought a man to change places with whatever is in Sherlock."

"What? Oh, right, Cas promised a trade," the Doctor answered, still not sure what he was going to do. Was he really gonna sit by as Raziel took another body? And what if Cas did want to kill Raziel? That poor man would die, too.

"Yeah, and we found someone. Where is Sherlock, or whatever?" Dean asked as the Doctor sighed.

"He's in his room as far as I know. Do you want me to go get him? He won't be happy to see you and your brother here with Cas," the Doctor informed as Dean shrugged.

"Look, I don't care. I can take care of Sherlock. I just want to go back to the States and eat a bacon cheeseburger from an old diner. Go get him," Dean urged as the Doctor nodded, pushing Dean out of the room.

"Go wait downstairs and I'll do my best to explain the situation, okay?" the Doctor informed as Dean went downstairs. The Doctor looked down and saw a man, that didn't look too bright, on the couch. The Doctor took a deep breath, wondering how he was going to get out of this one with everyone alive. However, the Doctor kept his word and went to get Raziel.

The Doctor knocked on the door and waiting, knowing that Raziel didn't sleep. Soon, the door opened and the angel came out, slightly irritated.

"What time is it?" Raziel asked as the Doctor stared at him.

"I'm here to make a deal," the Doctor replied, intriguing Raziel as he leaned against the door frame.

"I'm listening."

"Let go of Sherlock and I will give you a new vessel," the Doctor answered as Raziel laughed.

"That's the same deal that Castiel gave me."

"It is."

"What's different about this deal?" Raziel prompted as the Doctor took a deep breath, knowing that this was the only way to save his friend and the stranger downstairs.

"Take me as your vessel instead," the Doctor answered, nearly knocking Raziel over.

"Is that even possible? You're not even human," Raziel sputtered, shocked. The Doctor shrugged, not sure himself.

"Could prove to be interesting. I'm not human, but I'm better. Someone tries to kill you and the body regenerates. That has to be better than Sherlock," the Doctor negotiated as Raziel put a finger to his chin.

"True, true, but what about Amy and Rory? I don't know if they would be okay if you just gave up your body like that?" Raziel whispered, unsure if the Doctor was tricking him.

"As long as you promised to bring them home after you take control," the Doctor answered as Raziel nodded, thinking that it wouldn't be too hard.

"Alright. Deal."