Sherlock moaned and blinked a few times. He woke up, hands and ankles bound, and mouth gagged. He faintly remembered Sam falling to the ground, and managing to kill one demon before the other three restrained him, and then he remembered a bit more clearly the demons spotting him and soon sending him crashing to the floor. He remembered nothing else and now he was in a dark office room, tied up.

He could barely see anything, looking around, but soon he could make out the shapes of tables and chairs and a filing cabinet. He tried to shift into a more comfortable position. He finally spotted Sam, tied to a chair, gagged, but awake and staring at him. Sherlock couldn't tell what he was trying to say, as it was too dark to make out much of his features. Sherlock shifted uncomfortably again, and tried to loosen his gag by moving his jaw.

Footsteps.

Sam tensed and balled his fists. Two demons entered and turned on a light. Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut then blinked to adjust. He opened them horrified to see that there were old bloodstains everywhere, on the table, on the chair Sam sat in, and all over the floor. Sherlock glared up into the face of one of the demons, a tall, black man with a buzz cut.

"The Winchesters made a friend? They don't ever last long." He said with a smile. Sherlock glanced at Sam who was staring at him with a look that said "Don't"

sherlock lowered his gaze and the Demon laughed. The other was a woman, she was laying out a bunch of things on a table. The man walked over to sam and took his gag off.

"Hey there!" He said. Sam just stared at him.

"I don't think we've ever met, but I've heard about you and that lovely brother of yours." He said with a charming smile.

"I bet." Sam said.

"Well, it seems you brought friends, with you, Are there any more?" Asked the Demon.

"No."

"You're a terrible liar. Work on that." The demon suggested.

The man then produced Sams demon knife and observed it.

"Nice knife." He said. Sam glared at him.

"Why don't we put this away though, someone might get hurt." He said placing it on the table and instead grabbing a rusty, blood stained one and played with it in his hands.

"You mind answering a few questions?" He asked. Sam was silent.

"Just a few. Like, do you know what these odd creatures with the funny heads are?"

Sam frowned

". . .No. . ."

"Really? Then why are you here?"

"We're hunters, you're demons." Sam said as if the demon was an idiot.

"We haven't done anything to rouse suspicion." The Demon snapped, flicking the blade and cutting Sam's cheek.

Sam flinched.

"So obviously someone told you something. . ."

Sam just stared at the wall.

"Who told you about them, Sam?" He asked quietly.

Sam ignored him.

The demon slammed his hands on the arms of sams chair and hit him across the head with the knife handle.

"WHO TOLD YOU?" He yelled.

"I don't even know what talking about." Sam snapped dizzily. The Demon sighed, and his face became calm. He straightened up.

"Here, could you hang onto this?" He asked, shoving the blade into Sam shouler.

Dean struggled to stand up straight as the Doctor aimed the gun at Amy's head.

"Doc! You gotta snap out of it, your still in there!" Dean said.

"Doctor. . ." Amy whispered. The Doctor's smile melted off and the gun dropped out of his hand. His eyes squeezed tight and he fell to his knees gasping. Amy made to walk towards him But shouted,

"Stop! It's still the demon!"

The Doctor covered his ears and cried out.

"My head!" The Demon cried. "NO!"

"Someone help him!" Amy yelled, tears in her eyes. John came up and grabbed the doctor by the collar and yanked his head up.

"Who are you?" John roared. The Demons black eyes glared at him with hate and pain.

"What's wrong with you?" John said, shaking him.

"Terrible things. . .awful, terrible things. . ." The Demon whispered in pain. "This man, he's not a man. . . terrible things. . ."

"Why don't you just leave him then?" Dean spat.

"I CAN'T." the demon roared. "HES HOLDING ME IN!"

"Doctor, if your in there, let go, don't hold on, let go!" Dean said. The demon gritted his teeth in agony. Amy was in tears, standing above him as he writhed.

Suddenly, he started to calm down, and began breathing slowly. and was still for a moment.

"Is it gone?" Whispered Amy. Dean shook his head. "We would know."

The Doctor slowly stood up and smiled.

"Got him." He laughed. Amy stepped back in horror.

"Lets go play upstairs, shall we?" The demon asked grabbing Amy's arm and pointing the gun at John.

"Help the Winchester." He snapped.

Sam spat blood out of his mouth and coughed, the knife still in his shoulder from a few minutes ago . Sherlock watched it all in silence.

"Ugh. Maybe he doesn't know anything." Said the woman.

"They've been through worse and haven't said a word." The Man muttered annoyed. He suddenly looked at Sherlock and then rolled his eyes.

"Stupid me. This could have been over ages ago." He said reaching down and cutting Sherlock's ankles free. He yanked Sherlock up and held a knife to his throat.

"Talk or I kill you new bff." He snapped. Sam blinked up at him with the eye that wasn't swollen shut.

Sam Sighed shakily, and gave up.

"We met a guy who calls himself a Doctor. He told us there were monsters from another dimension and we came to help him find them." Sam said clearly.

"A Doctor? How stupid do you think-"

"The Doctor. He has a time machine that's bigger inside than it is outside. It's a blue police box. He calls it the TARDIS." Sam continued with a straight face. The Demon looked so angry it was slightly terrifying.

"You have one more chance before lovely locks over here loses his head."

"Look, there's a guy, He's with us, he knew there was something here, and we came to help. We didn't even know you were here." Sam now pleaded. The Demon scoffed but then frowned.

"Wait, I think we targeted a stranger. He's probably a meat suit by now." the Demons laughed. The Demon lowered the knife a little bit. Suddenly a hand grabbed the demons head from behind and he cried out, his eye sockets and mouth beginning to smoke. He dropped Dean and Cas quickly grabbed the other Demon, killing her. Cas removed Sherlocks bonds and quickly knelt to help Sam out of the chair.

Sam gritted his teeth as CAs pulled the knife out of his shoulder. CAs reached up and touched Sam's forehead. All signs of torture were gone and Sam stood up.

"Thanks Cas." He said

"You're welcome. We need to get back to them."

"Wait, I think the doctor's possessed. We have to come up with something." Sam said urgently. Cas frowned.

"Can they posses aliens?" he asked.

"Search me. But we should still go find the TARDIS." Sam said. Cas agreed and put a Hand on either of them and they were gone.

Thank you guys again! You are really awesome and again, not to late to ask for something in the story! I still have time.