When Sherlock came back around, he was tied to a chair, a Pentagram drawn above him. He knew better than to struggle, and all he could think about was John, and getting him back.
"So sleeping beauty awakens." Dean sneered, and Sherlock raised his head.
"I'll give you anything you want, Winchesters, all I want is my friend back." He said surely. "I know how it goes."
"Do you now?" Dean asked, and then punched Sherlock in the face. Sherlock face was thrown to the side, and he tasted blood in his mouth.
"Ow." Sherlock said, and looked back up at his captor. "Oh yrs, I forgot, usually the captor tortures the victim. What do you want?"
"What I want, is your ass back in Hell. " Dean said. "If you want, I can make Cas burned you out of this poor man."
"What poor man?" Sherlock cried, "I'm me! Sherlock BLOODY Holmes! Greatest consulting detective that's ever lived!"
"No, you''re a demon who decided to live under radar, and pretend to be Sherlock Holmes. I know a demon like you. Her name is meg. Went under radar, but we found her." He punched Sherlock again in the nose, and heard a crack. Sherlock's eyes started to water, and he bit his lip to hold back the pain.
"You are crazy." Sherlock said. "And I've met crazy. Do you work for a chap named Moriarty? I mean, I know you are still bitter over his death, but-" Dean punched him again.
"Drop the damn act, you son of a bitch."
"WHAT ACT!" Sherlock yelled, tears streaming down his face from the pain, "AND STOP HITTING ME! IT HURTS YOU KNOW!"
Dean shook his head, and stepped out. Sherlock tried to find something to loosen the ropes, but couldn't find anything.
Sherlock sniffed some blood from his nose, and leaned back, knowing everything was useless. "What do you mean, he hasn't come free of his bonds? It's just ropes!" Sam said as he followed Dean and Cas in.
"I don't know you talk to him Sammy." Dean leaned against a wall, Cas stayed back and Sam walked up to the edge of the Pentagram.
"Cas, what can you tell me about this demon?" Sam asked.
"Nothing. I remembered a demon dropping off the face of the planet, and years later, I saw Sherlock and I knew it was him."
"How old was Sherlock when you found that out?" Sam asked. Sherlock licked his lips, tasting the blood.
"I'd say 8 maybe 10."
"Can't we just punch him into submition?" Dean asked.
"Promise me, I've had worse." Sherlock breath, and Dean walked up to Sherlock.
"I'd be quiet if I was you." Dean hissed.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "were." Dean punched him again, and Sherlock had to open and close his jaw to click it back into place. "Last time I was hit like that, it was by my father." The three turned to look at Sherlock.
"What?" Sam asked, his jaw set.
"My dad hit me like this once. Not tied up of course, but frankly, I was too terrified to move off my chair as he hit me. So same thing. Had bruises for weeks. Was made fun of at school." He sighed, "but what does it matter to you?" He slumped, "all you care about is admitting to something that I have no clue about."
"Dean," Sam said, "I think he's telling the truth."
"Only one way to find out." Dean pulled a flask from his coat, and Sherlock started to panic.
"Where's John's coat? Where'd you put it? I need to coat!" He struggled, but couldn't get free. "GIVE ME HIS COAT!" Dean uncapped the flask, and threw the water on Sherlock, drenching his hair. "What was that for?" Sherlock cried, spitting a mixture of water and blood from his mouth.
"Maybe Cas got it wrong." Dean went and undid Sherlock's bond, "look buddy, I'm so sorry for what happened." He stepped out of the pentagram, and Sherlock went to pounce Dean, but seemed to hit a glass wall.
"That's not funny." Sherlock growled. "All I want is my friend's COAT, and I'll be out of your way. Now let me OUT!"
"What the hell?" Dean said as Sherlock threw himself at the glass wall, but fell back. "A Pentagram only contained demons. But I threw holy water on him."
"GIVE ME MY FRIENDS COAT!" Sherlock yelled, and the three jumped back.
"Sherlock, calm down. Like seriously bro. Take a few breaths."
"Then let me out, and give me my friends coat. I wasn't called a sociopath for nothing." Sherlock said, blood pouring from his nose, dripping down his chin.
"Holmes, look at the mirror." Sam, pointed to the mirror next to Sherlock. He turned to face it. "Yes, it's my face."
"No, look at your eyes." Sam said, and Sherlock looked again, taking a step back to see his eyes where black orbs.
"See, it's all a ploy!" Dean said, taking a step forward.
Sherlock shrank to the ground, curling up in a ball, his eyes turning back to normal. "I-I-I- I can't cope."
Dean froze, seeing the look on Sherlock's face. He remembered a face like that. It was the face that he made when he lost his brother. It was the face of someone who was hopeless. He stepped forward, right over Sherlock.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, "be careful! He's gonna kill you."
Dean didn't care. He leaned down, and patted Sherlock's back. "Here. Lets lead you to the bathroom to clean up. Sorry I punched you I bet Cas could fix up that broken nose."
"I'm not helping a demon." Cas said, and Dean gave him a sharp look, "but if Dean says so, I guess I could help."
Dean helped Sherlock up, and brought him o an empty room. "Sleep. Sam, cas, and I are gonna see what the hell is up. I'll get you your friend's coat, and we''ll help you."
Sherlock could only nod, and curled up in bed, like a child who just lost their mother.
When Sherlock woke up, his nose was healed, and all the scar and cuts of the past were gone. He sat up in bed, and rubbed his head. He must have had a horrible dream, he about to call out for John when saw some clothes and John's jacket on the to it of the bed. He set up, and put his head in his hands.
"Morning sunshine." Dean walked in, "I, uh, put some clothes-"
"I saw." Sherlock said curtly. "Don't you Have any suits, or something?"
"Yes." Sam said, leaning in the doorway, a plaid shirt on, "but those are for something different. You''ll have to do with jeans and a plaid shirt for now."
"Fine get out, and I will get changed."
Sam left and Dean smirked, "see you downstairs." He walked out, and Sherlock took off his clothes, changing into dean's horrible clothes. He examined himself in the mirror with his own coat on, but tossed his after seeing how bad he looked. His eyes wondered to john's coat, and after a moment, he pulled it on, and walked out, his mountain boots unlaced.
"Is that your friend's coat?" Cas asked as Sherlock sat down, pushing away food.
"I don't eat." He said, and leaned back in his thinking position , ignoring the three men completely.
"Wait, he's a demon, but he doesn't believe he's a demon. And cas said that he saw Sherlock when he was 8 and noticed he was a demon. Doesn't the host of the demon stop growing once the demon takes over?" Sam asked, taking a bite of toast.
"We need to ask Crowley." Cas said, and the two brothers dropped their food in shock.
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND CAS?" Dean cried, "we are not putting Sherlock in the hands of Crowley." As soon as Dean finished talking, dean's phone went off, the number reading 666. "Its Crowley."
"Answer it. Put it on speaker" Sam said, and Dean did as he was told.
"Hello boys." Crowly said over the phone, and Sherlock leaned forward, hearing another English accent.
"Whose that?" Sherlock asked.
"Hear you got another Brit in the room." Crowly said, "I do too. Sadly, he's a little tied up at the moment."
Sherlock grabbed the phone, "you touch John, and I will kill you." He growled, each word separated.
"He''ll be okay for now. He will stay Okay as long as you come by and make an exchange. You for this weak mortal John Watson."
"Where do we meet up?" Sherlock said instantly.
"Whoa, now let's talk about this-" Dean started, but was silenced by Sherlock's death stare.
"Woo quick, I like that. Meet up at midnight in front of the winchester's house. Come with no one, not even the Winchesters or Castiel. Tata." The phone line went dead, and Sherlock nodded.
"Nice to meet you." He said, "had a ton of fun last night. Might do it again sometime." He stood up, but Dean grabbed his arm.
"No. We are coming with you. You have no say in that. We are going to prepare you to meet Crowly."
"No. Ill never see John again if you come."
"And if you go by yourself, John will see you die again. Permanantly. Get it Holmes?" Sam said, and Sherlock stood up.
"I don't care! My life doesn't matter, but John's does! Don't you get it!"
Dean slammed his hand on the table. "DAMN IT SHERLOCK! EVER THOUGHT THAT JOHN MIGHT NOT BE THINKING THE SAME THING!" The two men stared at each other for a few seconds before Sherlock stormed out, slamming the door behind him. "That got through to him." Dean said sitting back down. Cas looked down at his pants, then back up at Dean, clearing throat. "Excuse me." With a flutter of wings, he was gone, and Sam suppressed a laugh.
"So, shall we begin getting ready?" Sam asked.
Dean nodded, "and once our 5 year old demon is done having a hissy fit, we can get his sorted too."