Dean, Sam and John all stood back from Sherlock cautiously. John ached to go over and talk to him, but every time he took a step forward Dean would hold him back. John felt helpless, he knew Sherlock was intelligent but this isn't about wit anymore. Sherlock was in serious danger.
"Just keep looking at it. We're going to get you out of this, Sherlock." John yelled, Sherlock just nodded. Dean silently prayed for Cas to come save them. No one knew where the angel was but Sherlock, so for now all their eyes fixated on him and didn't stray.
"How come he doesn't blink?" Sam whispered to John.
"When he gets bored he practices different skills. This one creeped me out a little." John replied. Sam shrugged. The mechanical wooshing sound of the TARDIS came from behind them, and the door opened to the Doctor and Castiel appearing.
"I came as soon as you prayed, Dean. Inside that blue box, it's a lot bigger. I suspect he's working for demons." Castiel muttered into Deans ear. Dean chuckled. Castiel brushed off a leaf that was on Dean's jacket.
The Doctor walked towards Sherlock, waving his sonic screwdriver around, looking for an energy spike.
"Now Sherlock, you're doing a very good job of not blinking which is generally the first rule around these angels. Blink and you're dead…" The Doctor mumbled as he circled Sherlock, still waving the sonic screwdriver around.
"Get that torch out of my face and get rid of the angel!" Sherlock yelled as his eyes started to water. The Doctor followed his line of gaze and spotted the angel. He motioned for Sherlock to look away. Sherlock gasped and blinked, he couldn't hold his gaze for much longer. John ran over to him and put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder.
"You alright? Do you need to sit down?" John asked sweetly, patting Sherlock's back. Sherlock dismissed his arm and stood up straight.
"I'm fine. We just need to get rid of that angel. It just kept staring…" Sherlock rambled as he paced quickly up and back. Sam and Dean approached, holding their knives in front of them. They still didn't quite know what they were up against, but it's better with some protection than none.
"You right, Doc? Do you need a hand?" Dean asked the Doctor, who turned around at his name. The all realised at the same time. No one was looking at the angel. Dean and Sam exchanged glances then looked towards Sherlock. The angel was right behind him; it's arms out, reaching for Sherlock. John pushed Sherlock out of the way as the angel approached and suddenly John disappeared. The angel stood, arms outstretched, to where John used to stand. Sherlock fell to the ground, his hands grasping for John, which was now just air. Dean and Sam immediately stared at the angel so it wouldn't take anyone else. The Doctor lowered his head, saddened. He didn't want to watch another one disappear.
"Where did he go…" Sherlock whispered as he stood up, shocked. "Where did he go!?" He yelled at the Doctor. The Doctor sadly looked at Sherlock.
"I don't know." The Doctor stated quietly. Sherlock began to shake with rage. He walked up to the angel and glared at it.
"You bring him back this instant!" Sherlock yelled at the angel, who, as usual, was still frozen solid.
"Doc, what do we do?" Dean said quietly and put his knife in his pocket, his eyes still fixated on the statue. The Doctor was stunned for words. Castiel was watching all the events from afar. He just knew that if Dean got in trouble, he would swoop in and save him just as John saved Sherlock.
"We find John. He could be at any time, any place. That's the only problem." The Doctor said sadly, looking up at the angel. Dean shifted closer to the angel.
"That's fantastic, thank you. That really gives me a piece of mind." Sherlock spat at the Doctor and walked away, out towards the impala.
"If you two could take turns watching it, that would be great." The Doctor spoke to Dean and Sam, "I'm going to console Sherlock and hopefully bring back his little companion."