Chapter 1

Lebanon, Kansas (USA)

"Son of a bitch!" Dean screamed as he was knocked into the hard wooden bookcase across the room. Their attacker was another fallen angel of the Lord who like the rest of all his kind became banned from Heaven by their insane brother Metatron. This particular angel carried an archangel blade which meant he must have been pretty important before the lockout upstairs. "You damned us all!" he screamed, then he charged at Dean again with his blade extended. Dean sidestepped, grabbed the blade, and shoved through the angel's heart. There was no light show or anything when a graceless angel died, just blood and a spread of shock through the body.

"Dammit, now I gotta clean this up!" Dean thought as he stared down at the body. He went to go pick up the body when the most attracting fragrance he'd ever smelt entered the room. Dean knew this scent by heart and was instantly overexcited by the presence of it. "Pie? Who has pie!?" he cheerfully questioned. There was no reply at first which led him to take precaution. He pulled out his knife, which formerly belonged to he and his brother's longtime demon fan Meg, and crouched down slightly as if ready to pounce his possible attacker. A figure turned the corner. Dean jumped at his attacker and put them in a chokehold with the knife against their throat.

The person dropped the pie in their hands in the floor and angrily screamed "Really? What the Hell Dean!" It was Sam, his brother who was still in recovery from almost closing the gates of Hell.

"I'm sorry, but you didn't say anything" Dean explained as he picked up the new cherry mess that was once pie.

"Dean, we're in a top secret bunker! It's not like we get lots of visitors" Sam argued.

Dean was going to make a comeback but realized he did have a point. The abandoned bunker formerly belonging to the Men of Letters was hidden from everyone except a small handful of people.

"Uh, Dean? Why is there a dead guy lying in the library?" Sam asked as he eyed the corpse of the former angel.

"He's another one of the fallen manbirds" Dean answered.

"Again?"

"Yep. What does this make? Fourth one this month?" Dean wondered. Ever since Metatron, the Scribe of God and angel, closed the Heaven and made all the angels fall the Winchesters were main targets to most along with Castiel. Cas held himself responsible for closing Heaven and left Sam and Dean to wander the Earth as self punishment. Both Sam and Dean tried talking him out of it, but he resisted and walked away.

"I thin-AHH!" Sam screamed as he grasped his head and collapsed on the floor.

"Dammit Sam, not again." Dean said to himself as he lifted his brother up, carried him to his bedroom ,and laid him down on the bed. Sam was still recovering from almost closing the gates of Hell last month. He was doing great the past week, no blackouts or anything. "Why now?" Dean thought.

After a few seconds of silence, Dean's phone rang. He reached in his pocket, pulled it out, and nearly lost it when he saw the caller id.

"Crowley" Dean answered with a snarl

"Ello Dean, how's Moose feeling?" Crowley teased

"Alright, how's your ass doing Mister Purification?"

"If you think that actually did anything to me you're so wrong" Crowley growled.

"Easy Crowley, so why'd you call? Did you do it just to boast, cause that doesn't sound like you Crowley."

"I called because I need you to do something for me"

Dean smiled. If the King of Hell needed his worst enemies to do something for him, then he must be very desperate or he needed something really important done. In this case, Dean was happy to believe it was both.

"Why would I do a favor for you Crowley?" Dean asked already thinking of the possible threats that Crowley had in store

"Well, cause if not, I will take your little angel friend Castiel and rip him to shreds over and over again"

'How does Crowley know where the hell Cas is?' Dean thought. "Alright then, what is it that you need us to do?" Dean asked

"I don't need you and your brother Dean, I just need you." Crowley answered

Okay, now Dean was worried. Sam was still out of it and after his little scene probably wouldn't be back to normal for a week or two. If Dean listened to Crowley, then some bad crap could go down. If he didn't listen to Crowley, worse crap would go down. Dean pondered about the consequences fo reach action and finally decided.

"Alright Crowley, what do you need?" Dean asked in a defeated tone

"Atta boy Dean, good choice." Crowley teased

"What. Do. You. Need?" Dean harshly spat

"I need you in London, England. To be more exact, 221B Baker Street."

Dean was confused and quite curious as to what Crowley needed in that exact place. "What is there that you need so badly?" Dean asked

"Not what Dean, who?"

Great, now Dean had to go kidnap some poor Brit because The King of Hell wanted him. This was gonna be a fun story to tell Sam once he woke up!

"Okay Crowley, bye" Dean said as he ended the call.

Crowley put the phone down and laughed. "Oh this is going to be fun" he said to himself in a sinister tone. "The greatest hunter against the sidekick, oh this will be fun!" he excitedly said