I pushed John back into Sam's chest before grabbing the Colt at my feet and leveling it with Ruby. She cocked her head, as if she was reading me. God it was annoying when Sherlock did it and it was annoying when she did it too.

"I thought this might happen." Sam leveled his gun as well, glancing to me. I caught a small glimmer in his eye. He had something planned? I sure didn't.

I held the Cold steady with her forehead as she walked slowly to us. John's eyes were wide, staring at his friend. His mouth gaped open, astonished.

"John." She said, using Sherlock's voice, "I see now, I'm sorry."

"What?" He squeaked, as she came closer concealing her black eyes behind Sherlock's pale orbs.

"It's a lot clearer now." She smiled to him, reaching out for his face. I kept her in close range, making sure she didn't take John. She stretched her hand farther, putting the slender fingers on John's cheek. He still looked into her eyes, awestruck. "He cares about you."

Cas grumbled behind her, opening his eyes. He needed to get up before she turned around or Moriarty woke up. Stall John, stall; I tried to mentally tell him.

"Why?" He asked, eyes looking almost longing into hers.

"He sees hope, friendship." She narrowed her eyes, trailing her fingers across his cheek and down his chin. He showed no fear. "He sees something in you that he's never seen in anyone else before, love."

"What?" He asked again, a bit stronger now.

"He really cares for you." She smiled, stretching the thin mouth over her borrowed teeth. "He would do anything to protect you."

She paused as Cas worked himself on one knee and grabbed the angel blade from Moriarty's hand on the ground. He smiled to me, throwing confidence. But I knew he was hurting, I could feel it.

"And that will be his downfall." She muttered, pulling her fingers away from his face. He looked sad, eyes still fixed on hers. It's like he was telling her not to go.

She turned back to Cas, "Oh look who's up!"

I looked back to Sam, he nodded to me. I trusted him. He would do anything to help us out.

"Ruby." Cas said in his deep voice.

"Castiel." I could hear the smile before I heard the worse sound of Moriarty's stirring on the tile.

They circled one another until she stood beside Moriarty and Cas stood beside me. He may have put on a tough front, but he was seriously hurt. He wouldn't last more than a few minutes at most.

"I missed you." She smiled, "I thought you wouldn't wake up."

He said nothing, only gave me a look as if hoping that this would be over quick. I don't think any of us wanted to kill Sherlock, but we would if we had to. He would be a casualty of war.

"You want to know something interesting?" Her gaze flicked from me to Sam and then John. "I can think like him now too"

"Oh, that's not good." I muttered.

"But it is quite perplexing, John." She looked to him with a sly smile. "You like this? It is oddly self-serving."

"What?" This time he seemed angry. I noticed he was speaking clearly with the letter W tonight. I didn't blame him, it was a lot to take in.

"Yes." She walked to him again, before looking at Moriarty who was trying to get himself stable on one knee. "You see, you like this. You like the attention from Sherlock. You like that you can finally understand how he feels about you. You like feeling needed."

"You don't know anything about me." He spat at her.

"Oh, don't I?" She came closer, almost a foot from John and she spoke in a hushed whisper. "I know everything he knows but never says. He notices everything John. Would you like to know what he thinks about a night?"

He blinked, not expecting that. Hell, I didn't expect that.

"Would you like to know his deepest fears? Would you like to know what nightmares make him tremble and sweat? He tries so hard not to wake you John, would you like to know why?" She smiled again, placing her hand back on his cheek. "You both feel the same, I can tell."

"Stop it." John protested against her, but made no move to get away. "Stop it now."

"You are happy John. Now you know that he really cares. Oh, I can tell you how much he really cares." She smiled, "I don't think he could live without you."

Ruby kissed him and I blinked. I think my gun might have fallen a few inches as well, but I quickly brought it back up. I didn't know if I should be embarrassed for Sam, or for John.

Her hand was still on his neck and John's hand was tightly clenched in a fish at his side. His eyes were closed, and I would have no idea as to if he was enjoying it or not. It was all too weird for me.

Ruby pulled away, opening her eyes slowly after a few seconds. John did the same and I saw his chest rising and falling with vigor.

"Would you like to know what he is thinking right now?" She said in a hushed tone, leaving John speechless.

"That's enough." Sam said, biceps clenched as he held the gun tighter.

"What are you going to do?" She smiled back to him.

He cocked his gun as a reply.

"Oh come on, you can't shoot me. You know that."

He didn't care, his gun fired. The bullet pierced Ruby directly in the shoulder, causing her to fall back a few steps.

She looked from the hole to Sam in a creepy detached way. John eyes bugged out of his sockets and he practically called out Sherlock's name again.

"That's cute." She grinned, "My turn."

Author's Note

Please keep reviewing and following! It has been what made me spit this chapter out so soon! And this story is nearing its close, probably three or less chapters left.

Also, I did not mean for this to be so Johnlock-ie it just kinda came out like that. Really it isn't that shipping-centric. It is just obvious if you read into it and like that ship. Sorry if some people don't like that!