A/N: Well, my dears, would you look at that! An update! I apologize for the slight delay, though I did warn you first chapter.

Legion: WE ARE LEGION. HEED OUR WARNINGS. HEED THEM.

I have been PHENOMENALLY busy lately, what with helping my cousin move into her dorm for her Freshman year of college, working out my own shedule issues, and preparing for my mamaw's 72nd birthday, among other things. To top the whole mess off, I have been afflicted with the dreaded demon known as writer's block. I know where I'm going with this story, but parts of it are so difficult to muddle through in my head so as to actually get there!

Be that as it may, I AM relatively satisfied with this chapter as a whole, but parts of it still seem a bit iffy to me. I don't know. I wrote everything but the first five lines last night at around midnight-ish. I think I may be somewhat nocturnal, as I then stayed up to read a lovely piece of Harry Potter fanfiction on my ipod for another two hours or so.

Oh well. It is what it is. Anyways! Legion and I want to thank everyone for all of the reviews, favorites, and follows! You've all been so lovely about giving me feedback! I try to respond to everyone's reviews through PMs, but I have decided that, starting next chapter, should I decide any review deals with something that may be relevant to the rest/majority of you readers, I will respond to it in an author's note. Therefore, if I don't respond to your review, check for my answer in the next update! =)

Enjoy!

~ Angel

"No need for that, gentlemen. Next time, perhaps you should make sure that your hostages are truly unconscious before you speak in front of them."

Sam and Dean jerked at the deep, velvety voice and turned to face the demon and his companion. The demon was the only one awake of the two, and he was gazing at them steadily with his disconcerting, gray eyes. The pale orbs were too calm, almost emotionless, and yet they also glinted with a cool amusement. Sam shivered internally. Cas had said that something didn't feel right with the demon's power, but it just wasn't possible for this guy to be a normal human.

"Look at that, boys. The princess is finally awake," Dean said loudly and with a wide, toothy smile, but Sam could tell that it was false bravado, though he suspected (hoped) that he was the only one who could. The possible demon's sudden awakening and unrelenting stare had thrown his brother off, as well. "Good. We have some business to take care of."

Sam decided to jump in. "What are you doing here in London?"

The man, who may or may not be the demon they were looking for - Sam remembered that the vessel's name was Sherlock Holmes - sighed. "Boring!" he exclaimed. "If you're not going to say anything interesting, then you might as well leave!"

Neither of the Winchester brothers knew exactly how to respond to that, and before either one could come up with something, Castiel stepped forward. Impossibly blue eyes fixed directly on intellectual gray, he more demanded than asked, "What is your purpose here? Why have you possessed this man, and how did you suppress your aura?"

"Ah. Now THAT'S better." Sherlock observed them steadily for a moment. He didn't blink. No emotion showed either on his face or in his eyes, though Sam swore he could almost see the gears turning in his head. After apparently coming to some conclusion about the three of them, the bound man opened his mouth to speak. However, before he could utter a word, there was a groan and a shift from the shorter, blonde man seated next to him.

In another room in another building in London, a leather armchair sat before a crackling fire. The chair was a toffee brown in color and was in exquisite shape. There was not a single mark or blemish marring its surface.

In said armchair sat a man. He was calmly sipping tea so hot that steam still rose from its surface in delicate waves from a dainty, china cup with gold filigree along its rim and handle. A matching saucer sat perched on the arm of the chair.

In the man's left hand was a nondescript, black phone. He took a slow sip of his tea and then swiped his thumb across the screen, scrolling through a few grainy pictures. The first showed a pair of men, one dark-haired and wearing a long, dark coat, the other shorter in stature and sporting a head of sandy, blonde hair, entering the vague opening of a doorway. However, the next few pictures were of an empty street and sidewalk, merely a few cars blurring past. It wasn't until the last frame that human forms reappeared on the screen. It showed a group of three men crossing the road toward the same door the other two had disappeared through.

A slow smirk spread across the man's lips as the phone went dark. He took another calm, measured swallow from the china cup and then placed it on the saucer with a distinct clink. He gracefully crossed his legs and steepled his fingers under his still up-turned mouth, elbows propped up on the armrests. "Finally," the man said, staring amusedly into the fireplace. "Now the real fun can begin."

Low chuckles filled the room, sending out an evil chill. Suddenly, the previously merry, dancing flames seemed much more sinister.

The first thing John became aware of was the absolutely dreadful pain in his head. He groaned and shifted uncomfortably, feeling restraints of some sort restricting his movement.

'RESTRAINTS?!'

His eyes flew open, and the doctor was immediately met with three pairs of mostly unfamiliar and one pair of undeniably familiar eyes peering at him in various degrees of masked concern, hostility, wariness, and confusion.

John groaned again, this time mentally. 'Well, this should be quite interesting.'

A/N: Ooooooooo! Creepy! Who could that mysterious man possibly be?

I almost ended this chapter after mystery man's little scene, but then Legion decided that we needed give you all a little teaser from John's POV. Sooooooo...What did you think? Like it, love it, hate it, or just want to snarl at it? Please leave a review! I accept questions, comments, criticisms, and the random, rambling rants! Plus, Legion is feeling a little hungry, & I REALLY don't want to wake up tomorrow morning minus my cat.

Legion: KITTY, KITTY. WE ARE HUNGRY. COME TO US, KITTY. COME TO LEGION.

No, not again! *sigh* I need to go catch him now, don't I?

~ Angel

PS: I don't know if any of you have noticed, but there are a few mistakes, grammar or otherwise, in some of the previous chapters. Now, this bothers me, especially since they only appeared when I tried to type it all up. (I'm not the best typer.) Therefore, I may be going back through sometime soon & cleaning some things up. That said, if you see that there's an update without the addition of a new chapter, that's what it is. Just giving you fair warning, my lovelies! =)