Nessa: Alright. This chapter is a little longer than normal. It's still short though. Also I'm sorry if they don't sound British. I'm not british...THANK YOU, YOU WIERDOS THAT ACTUALLY READ MY FANFICS! John! Disclaimer!

John: What am I your personal disclaimer now?

Nessa: For now.

John: *sighs* Nessa doesn't own supernatural or Sherlock.

John's pov

When I regained consciousness everything was still black. I could barely breath. I realized this was because I had a cloth bag over my head. I was tied to a chair with my hands tied behind my back. I worked on trying to loosen the ropes. I could hear low, muffled voices of two men.

"I'm tired of waiting. Can we just kill him now?" "No! We need him to make a deal. This whole thing would be useless if we just killed him now." "Do you really think this will work? I mean we are trying to talk to a middle class angel. He could easily wipe us all out while barely lifting a finger." One of the men scoffed. "Middle class? He's been kicked out of heaven. Twice."

Great. I have been kidnapped by a group of insane people. "So we're just going to hand the human over in exchange for his grace?" "Oh no. That's just what we're going to say we are going to do. Once we have his grace, we'll just kill the human anyway." He? Who do they keep talking about? I've figured out that I'm the human, but who is he? Sherlock? Why did they think he was an angel? "It's just a good thing that you spared the human while killing that pretty girl of his. I personally got to torture her in hell myself." These were the people who killed Mary?! I need to find a way out of these stupid ropes and I'll kill them all myself. They probably took my gun...I've been carrying it around everywhere since Mary's death.

Suddenly, I heard quick, loud footsteps. "He's here! He's already killed our entire first line of defence." "Tell him we mean no harm. We only wish to talk." "Sir, I barely escaped with my life." "I. Don't. Care." There was silence before I heard footsteps again, getting fainter. Sometime later, I hear footsteps coming back this way. They were not from the same person. These footsteps were slower and where from someone who was more angry than afraid. "We are here to make a deal. You give us your graaaAAAA-" The one talking started screaming, and there was an annoying ringing noise in my ears. He then fell silent and there was a loud thump of a body hitting the ground. There were more footsteps of many people running into the room.

I felt the ropes being ripped off of me. The bag was pulled off of my head, and I started gasping and coughing, suddenly able to breath a whole lot better. I blinked several times as my eyes adjusted to to the light. I looked up and saw Sherlock. His eyes were glowing a bright blue. I just stared. "Are you alright, John?" I nodded weakly. I turned and saw we were surrounded by armed people. One of them, holding a silver dagger smirked and his eyes turned entirely black. "It's no use Sherlock. Give us your grace and we will spare both of your lives." "How about you let us both go, and I spare all of your lives. You know I could easily kill all of you right here, right now." The man ran at Sherlock, and Sherlock simply placed a hand on the man's forehead. The man screamed as white light burst out of his eyes and mouth. He fell to the ground, dead.

Sherlock spun me around to face him and looked right into my eyes. "John do you trust me?" I just stared at him for a moment. "John...Please..." I nodded. "Y-yes...Of-of course I do." "Alright. Close your eyes. No matter what you think you might see or think you hear don't open them. Don't open them until I tell you to. No matter what." I just nodded and shut my eyes. Suddenly, a blinding white light burned against my eyelids. I squeezed my eyes closed more, as I heard faint screaming drowned out by a high-pitched, ringing noise. It died down and everything was silent. The light against my eyelids died out. I felt a rush of wind and heard the sound of wings flapping. Suddenly, there was the sound of shouting and cars rushing around. Sherlock's arms were around me, holding me tightly. "You can open your eyes now." I slowly open

ed my eyes. The sun shined in my face, as I looked around. We were not where we were before. "...Sherlock? Where are we?" "Somewhere is America. We'll be safe for now." I was silent for a moment, letting the events that just happened sink in. "...Sherlock?" "Hm?" "...What the bloody hell is going on?"