She grinned, trying to walk to us. When her smile faltered, I knew what had happened. Oh clever Sam, he was so clever. Her brows knitted together, frozen in spot. It was as if her legs were rooted to the spot, glued where she stood. Bullet rooted in her shoulder, legs frozen in place. My clever, clever brother.

"Dean." Cas stood, almost faltering next to me. "Please hurry."

I pulled out the small leather book from my jacket. Her eyes bugged from her head, seeing what I would do. She still didn't know why she couldn't move. She didn't see the miniscule devil's trap carved into the bullet. Really, it was a very clever move. He must have done it in the cab on the way over.

"No." She murmured behind Sherlock's lips and I knew the more time I wasted, the more chance we had of that wound killing him. Sometimes my brother was too good of a shot. There was no blood yet, that would come later.

I started reading the Latin incantation as she squirmed, looking John directly in the eyes. Moriarty stood up behind her, watching the spectacle. He made no move to help her, and no one made a move to restrain him. He was not the threat yet.

The smoke billowed from her mouth, pouring out and falling to the ground like a massive puddle of liquid. The smoke seemed to keep falling, billowing around her until it was no longer her. The last of the smoke choked its way from his mouth and his faltering eyes locked with John's.

"John…" He sputtered, walking a few steps while his shoulder bled profusely. He fell to his knees and John to his side, yanking off his jacket. It was strange, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. All of us just watched as Sherlock drifted in and out of consciousness and John bound his bloody shoulder, applying pressure. I watched in awe, he had been trained.

"Well." Moriarty shrugged, smiling, "That was entertaining."

He started walking away until I heard the faint sound of a gun cocking to my right. I turned and saw my crazy brother holding the gun up.

"Sammy! What are you doing?" I asked, half frantic.

"You heard her. He is the arch enemy, the fall thing." He said, voice unwavering.

Moriarty nodded sarcastically, "Ah yes, the fall. Can't you just hear it?"

"Hear what?" I asked, annoyed with him.

"The drumming, can't you hear it? No, no you can't." I narrowed my eyes, understanding why my brother would pull a gun on him. "You ordinary people can't hear it."

"Dean," Cas stood up straighter, "The drumming."

"What are you talking about?" I asked looking at him. He said nothing, only staring at the crazed man before us.

"I have heard the drumming." He said, with almost a dazed look in his eyes.

"The four beats?" He smiled, "From looking into the Untempered Schism? But that is for a different day. The fall is closer, sooner."

"Dean." John looked up from the pale-faced Sherlock below him. "He needs a doctor, now."

For some reason, at that exact moment, Moriarty felt it appropriate to erupt into laughter. He bent over, loudly laughing and slapping his knee. I wanted to hit his smug face.

"Cas." I put my hand on the angel's shoulder. "Cas, what are you talking about?"

"It is a disruption in the universe, Dean." He turned to look at me, "I have sensed it. I have heard the drumming."

"Okay." I nodded, sighing. "Well he is crazy, so it really doesn't matter."

"He may be, but that doesn't change the fact that something, someone big, is coming." He shook his head, "This fall? The drumming? It doesn't compare, I can feel it."

"Like what? Who? Who is coming?" I asked, trying to get him to look at me, but his eyes stayed fixed on Moriarty. "Is it someone bad?"

"Go on." Moriarty smirked, egging him on. "Tell him."

Cas's lips pursed as he thought, "I can't tell. A man, but not just a man. He is unlike anything I have known...he...he isn't of this world Dean."

"So what like an alien or something? Great, we've dealt with that stuff." I smiled, trying to help him.

"No, it's not like that." He said, "I can't see him. He is much like you and Sam, hunting things, setting things right. Only select few in heaven know about him."

"Who?" I asked, shaking my head, "Who is this guy?"

"I..." He muttered, narrowing his eyes. "I don't know. But...he is coming Dean. The drumming, he is coming because of the drumming."

This whole time Sam had stayed strangely quiet, holding the gun straight forward. With his hand shaking, he looked to Sherlock on the ground and then back to me.

"Dean, we need to go." He said, voice unwavering.

"Just leave him." John said, hovering over Sherlock still. "The scum will find his way back to us in time."

"Oh, I shall." He smiled, eyes darting between all of us. "I will bid you adieu. Until the end, John."

"Just go." He said, not looking up. I could feel the uncensored hatred in his frail voice.

Moriarty literally skipped of, drumming four beats on his legs. I would have not noticed it, except for the fact that the hairs on the back of Cas's neck literally stood on end as he watched him go. Something was coming, I thought.

Something big.

Author's Note:
Holy SuperWhoLock Batman! I know, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. Anyway. There is only one more chapter to go, and that is just a teaser. I might write a sequel, who knows.

Anyway, I am really sorry that this came so late. I have been really busy lately. I have had some really bad family and school issues to work through. I promise to not make you wait so long for the next one!