Well...I know I said that I'd be updating on Sundays. Unfortunately, however, my computer has been having some - *ahem* - problems. In fact, it got so annoying that Legion decided to try to fix it by pounding it with a sledgehammer...Yeah. Not his best moment.

Legion: WE FIX LAPTOP. WE FIX IT.

I'm sure you could, sweetie. Anyways! Apparently, I left out something important before my first chapter. Legion, would you do the honors?

Legion: WE DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK. WE DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL. WE JUST PLAY WITH THEM. *grins with sharp teeth*

Enjoy!

~ Angel

* 2 Days Later *

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Dean asked skeptically, gazing up at the gold numbers glinting in the light of the street lamp.

"Yeah, this is it. The address was actually pretty easy to find," Sam replied as he followed his brother's gaze up from the slip of paper he clutched in his hand.

"It just doesn't look like the home of some big, macho demon."

Castiel tilted his head to the side curiously, reminding Dean of an inquisitive, blue-eyed puppy. His dark hair, wet from the rain now drizzling down around the awning they took shelter under, flopped across his forehead, tendrils creeping down to the tops of his eyes. "I do not understand. Why would a home inhabited by a demon look different from one that is not?"

The two Winchesters shared a glance, equal parts amused and exasperated, before returning their gazes to the confused angel. The eldest scratched at the back of his head in thought for a moment before replying. " You know: old, iron fence, creepy, brass knocker, maybe a gargoyle here and there…." He trailed off, chuckling, until he caught sight of his friend's furrowed brow. Dean sighed in defeat, saying, "It's called sarcasm, Cas. We've been over this."

Cas' forehead cleared, and he said, "Oh, yes. I understand now, Dean."

The hunter shook his head fondly. "Okay, so, how are we gonna do this?" he asked his brother and his angel.

"Well," Sam began slowly, "we know that he's in there, but we don't know the layout of the building or if he knows we're here."

"He was not alone, as well," Castiel pointed out in his gruff voice. The brothers' eyes turned back towards him contemplatively. The angel could see Sam mulling this over, reassessing his various plans of action. Dean merely looked determined, green eyes gazing at him strongly without a hint of hesitation. "I am uncertain as to who the other was. The entity's presence obscures that of any other possible demon. Therefore, I am unable to ascertain if his companion is also a demon."

"Great," Dean said sarcastically, raising his arms into the air before letting them drop limply to smack his thighs. "So, basically, we've got a lot of 'I-don't-knows' and 'what-ifs'. That's just peachy."

The younger Winchester cocked an eyebrow at his older brother. "You scared, Jerk? Wanna sit this one out?" Cas looked between the two, once again confused, an emotion he found himself feeling quite often since he joined what his charge had dubbed 'Team Free Will'.

"No way, Bitch," the blonde retaliated almost immediately. "You know I like a good challenge." As if to emphasize his point, he cracked his knuckles, a smirk painted across his face.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's antics, saying, "Come on then. Let's get in there, get this thing, and get out." He stepped forward, eyes roving the dark, wet street cautiously before leading his companions across the asphalt to their destination.

Dean immediately knelt down in front of the wooden door, studying the lock with an intense, practiced eye. He held out one hand toward the taller man without removing his gaze. "Got the thing?" he asked lowly.

"'Course," Sam huffed, pulling a worn, folded leather pouch out of his coat and laying it in the outstretched hand. He and Cas watched as the hunter flipped the item open on his knee and pulled out a carefully selected tool. He inserted it easily in the lock and jiggled it back and forth for a moment before the three heard a satisfying click.

"Yatzee," Dean muttered, replacing the tool and handing the pouch back to Sam, who quickly stowed it back in his pocket. Then he stood, easing the door open slowly with one hand. With the other, he pulled his gun from the waistband of his jeans and cocked it as he stepped through the door. Sam followed, clutching his rock salt-loaded sawed-off in both hands. The angel stepped over the threshold last, shutting the door behind him before following the two humans to the bottom of a well-worn, wooden staircase. "Dude's a slob," Dean whispered, staring pointedly at the dark coat slung over the rail, puddles rapidly forming on the wood below it.

Sam elbowed his brother sharply in the ribs. When the blonde turned to him, a scowl on his face, the brunette motioned towards the closed door at the top of the stairs, through which the three companions could hear the faint strains of a violin. The two brothers shared a look before climbing up to the landing in sync, Castiel trailing behind them.

When he reached the door, Dean held out a hand, effectively stopping the other two. He placed a single finger to his lips before slowly pushing the door open a crack. The two Winchesters peered in, eyes immediately spying the tall, thin figure silhouetted against the window opposite.