In most cases, being strong simply meant being able to preserve through adversity while remaining unscathed. However being strong isn't just about being able to survive what misfortunes life throws at you, it's also about preparing yourself for what you will encounter. Being strong is about developing emotional and mental toughness that will enable you to overcome the darker shades of life. It was for these beliefs that John was the Angel of Strength.
John stood atop of one of heavens portals staring down unto the Earth; specifically at Sherlock who still lay on his couch sleeping. John could never understand what it meant to be humans and for this reason they fascinated him. Sherlock Homes was the world's only consulting detective that was one characteristic of him that made him so rare. Sherlock was a man of science but also one of the supernatural. Spells books, charms, and all sorts of magical things laid next beakers, and chemistry sets. He was simply brilliant; it was a shame he turned to drugs, his kit of narcotics laid next to him; the man has no sense of self-preservation. No doubt Sherlock had his flaws but that's what made him so intriguing. John looked beyond the flaws and imperfections and saw the most astonishing man to walk the Earth.
The sound of the fluttering wings interrupted John from is thoughts, he turned around and smiled upon the sight of his fellow angel, "Castiel."
" I have delivered your message."
"Excellent. Time for the next phase of the plan then," John said smirking.
" Are you sure you want to do this John?" Castiel grumbled with a frown engraved into his delicate features, "You can still back put from this. I'm sure another angel could look after Sherlock in a less radical manner."
John sighed and stared into Castiel's mesmerizing blue eyes, " No other angel would be capable of handling a human being like Sherlock Holmes. This way is the only way to ensure his life. The universe can't afford to lose someone like him."
Castiel nodded in agreement, "Chaos would ensue."
John smiled, "How fares my vessel?"
" Currently in Afghanistan, healing soldiers. He is well but he is in danger of dying at any second."
John stayed silent unsure of what to say, it seems like he and his vessel had lots of common. He was a soldier of God and Dr. Watson was a soldier in the army. They both had to be strong for what was to come in their daily lives but John suspected he needed more strength than ever to survive the upcoming ordeal.
The Angel of Strength laid a hand on Castiel's shoulder, "It is almost time, let us go ensure all is prepared." Castiel nodded in agreement.
In a blink of the eye both John and Castiel left heaven, the only thing they left behind was silence.