That night, Sam and Dean hid in the bushes, and the consulting detective stood in the middle of the road, waiting for the king of Hell and his friend.
"So you decided to show up after all." Crowly said from behind Sherlock and he turned, taking a step in shock to see John floating a few feet in the air, breathing deeply and slowly, as if struggling to breath. "Love the new outfit." Crowly smirked.
"Put him down." Sherlock's hands clenched into fists.
"Gladly." Crowly waved his hand, and John was thrown across the road, hitting a tree, and sliding down, not moving. "Bet your wondering why I asked you to come alone, even though you clearly didn't." He clicked his fingers, and Dean and Sam flew to a tree, their bodies pinned to the bark. "Hello boys."
"Leave them out of this." Sherlock said. "Its me You want. You have me."
"Clearly." Crowly scoffed, "must have come as a shock that you were a demon, wasn't it?" He smiled. "Wonder who did that little vanishing memory trick?" Crowley pointed to himself. "Pretty good too. Once you no longer had any clue who you were, I simply shipped you off to a new born named Sherlock Holmes. You grew up a human, but I can see you still pertain some of your demon liveliness. I was hoping the Winchesters killed you. Would have saved me the trouble." Crowly's hand engulfed in flames, and Sherlock stepped forward.
"Why'd you do this to me?"
"Because you were being Lucifier's little bitch, and I didn't fancy you becoming the next king of Hell. That was my job."
There was moaning coming from john's direction, but Sherlock ignored it, hoping Crowly would too. "So you sent me down into a child, and I lived out the life of a human with incredible abilities of observation and deduction." Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, "all because I was a suck up to the original king of Hell himself." He turned to Dean, who was pinned to a tree, "is he always this much of a bastard?"
"Douche is what he is," Dean hissed through his teeth.
Sherlock nodded and turned back to Crowly. "Well now, you have me. No one can stop you. What do you plan to do?"
"Evict you from your homestead." Crowly said, "I think you've taken host to that body too long. Time for you to return home."
Sherlock smiled, his eyes turning into black orbs, "and let's say I refuse?"
Crowly pulled a blade from his pants, and twirled it around his fingers, "you wouldn't. You see, if you were younger and more naive, I'd give you the easy or hard way. Seeing that you would never go the easy way, the hard way is the only way to go. I'm sorry Sherlock, but your time is up." Crowly ran at Sherlock, who dodged, and tripped the king of Hell. He leaned over Crowly, getting close to his face.
"You must not have heard the papers. I was supposedly' dead' for 3 years. Do you learn how advanced someone can become in the art of fighting within that time?" He pulled a blade of his own from his belt. It was a normal blade, but it would still do some damage nonetheless."leave, and leave John and I alone. For good, you got that?"
Crowly nodded, but as he turned over, He grabbed Sherlock's hand, forcing him to stab himself in the stomach.
Sherlock looked down in the knife in his stomach, and fell to his knees in shock and pain. Blood poured from the wound.
"Crowly, enough!" Castiel's voice boomed from behind Sherlock.
Crowly looked over and smiled at Cas, "my work here is done." He smiled, and blinked put of resistance.
Dean and Sam fell from the trees, and rushed to Sherlock. John rubbed his head, but once he saw Sherlock, his senses sharpened , and he ran by his friend's side. Sherlock looked to john, and gave a weak smile. "Please tell me this is another ploy, please." John grabbed Sherlock, holding him in his arms.
"No ploys, no gimmicks." Sherlock said weakly, and moaned in pain. "Getting stabbed HURTS."
"Worse than getting shot, if you ask me." John laughed lightly as tears streamed down his face.
Dean looked down at Sherlock, "You did good, my friend. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding back in the beginning, but you did good." Dean let a single tear roll down his face, and dropped his head as Sherlock moaned again. Sam could only stand near cas and watch. He had treated Sherlock like crap, and nothing he said could say would make Sherlock forgive him.
"We should do it again sometime." Sherlock smiled, and spit aside some blood.
"You got it buddy." Dean said, "anytime you come to America, give us a call. I'd love to have your help."
"Anytime you come to London,"Sherlock said in a horse whisper, "the address is 221b." He looked over at John. "John, im-I'm scared."
"Don't be." John held Sherlock close. "We''ll fix you up, and you''ll be fine. But you have to stay awake. Eyes on me."
"Yes sir." Sherlock trained his eyes on John until they clouded over. As Sherlock drew his last breath, John let his tears flow. Dean put a hand on john's shoulder, signalling to him it was time.
"Come on, we've gotta get you home."
John stood up, and wiped away his tears, nodding" any solider knows that any life lost on the battlefield was a life worth lost." Dean gave a weak smile, and the two walked over to Cas and Sam. The four turned their back on Sherlock's body, and were about to leave when a glowing light surrounded Sherlock's body, blinding the four men.
Once the light disappeared, the four men stood and watched in shock to see what would happen next.
Sherlock jerked away, gasping for breath. "JOHN!" He yelled, and looked around in panic.
John pushed past Dean and Sam, falling to his knees at his friend's side. "Sherlock, I'm here. For god's sake , are you okay? Your eyes!"
In a panic stupor, Sherlock clutched his friend, blinking his eyes to go from black orbs to their normal blue, "John, am, I dead?"
John hugged his friend, "No. You are alive. Now, can I have my jacket back?" Sherlock smiled.
"So you have no clue what happened." Sherlock was back in his normal 5 layers and scarf. John was wearing a flannel and his jacket Sherlock has protected days before hand.
"I looked it up." Sam said, "so get this; apparently, when a person is close to death, but has this thing called a guardian angel, it can save them."
"So you are telling me that I have a guardian angel?" Sherlock asked, leaning against an airport wall.
"Apparently so." Sam said, "I talked to Cas last night and he told me that people with a special purpose on this Earth have guardian angels. Sherlock does. John does too."
John furrowed his brow. "I do?"
Sherlock nodded, as if it made sense. "How else do you think you got out of Afghanistan alive?"
John nodded. "Alright." He picked up his bag. "We've got to get going. We have a case with a murder and Thor Bridge."
Dean nodded, and stuck out his hand. "See you around, you son of a bitch."
After a moment, Sherlock smirked, and shook his hand. "See you soon." Sherlock let go, and looked to John. "Ready? We haven't much time before boarding."
John nodded, and nodded to the Winchester. "See you." The two British men, turned, walked away, leaving Dean and Sam by themselves.
"Who would have thought a demon could be good." Dean smiled, but Sam looked worried.
"I'm not so sure. I mean, there was Ruby. Look how that turned out."
"Don't be so worried." Dean pat his brother on the chest. "He didn't even know he was a demon in the first place. Now he's some hybrid human demon thing. He''ll be fine."
"But in danger." Sam said, frowning.
"Come on." Dean smiled, and turned around, " let's go get some pie. I'm in the mood for some angle cake and blueberry pie."
Sam chuckled. "Alright Dean."