A/N: I have returned bearing gifts & words, my lovelies! Well, mainly one gift, actually: A NEW CHAPTER! YAYYYY! *cheers* I do, however, apologize in advance for the relatively puny length we have here. I have an explanation for it this time! You see, I am moving back in at my college to begin my Sophomore year on Sunday - or should I say tomorrow, as it is officially Saturday here...Anyways! Because of this, I won't be able to post then or tomorrow/today amidst all the moving in and serious packing that will be occuring starting in a few-ish hours. Therefore, I ran out of time to add everything that I originally had planned for this chapter.

Legion: WE ARE LEGION. WE TELL MAMA TO WRITE. MAMA DOES NOT WRITE FAST ENOUGH.

No, I suppose that I didn't. *sigh* Said material will just have to be bumped over to & included in Chapter 11.

Also, I wanted to address a question that was posed to me in two separate reviews, one from BlueMoonMaples & the other from severinas.96. Each of these two darling authors asked when this story takes place relative to the two different shows we have coming together here. Let's start with Sherlock. This story takes place AFTER Season 2, but it is obviously going to have to be somewhat of an estimated AU when it comes to Season 3, as I have NO earthly idea what's going on there. The reason I picked this time frame is because I wanted John to be a tad bit overprotective when it comes to Sherlock. After all, he's already seen him "die" once. I can imagine that he doesn't want a repeat experience. Also, it means that James Moriarty is dead.

Legion: BAD MORIARTY. HE IS GONE NOW. BYE-BYE.

Yes, sweetie, he is. Now, as for Supernatural, we are somewhere during the whole Apocalypse debacle. Therefore, Castiel still has his angel-juice & his sanity, Dean & Sam have gone through some issues but have mostly made up, & Bobby is definitely still alive & kickin'.

Well, now that I've wasted enough of your time, on with the show! =D

~ Angel

"What the bloody hell is going on here?!" John exclaimed, attempting to sit up straighter despite both the pounding in his head - 'S'probably from that Dean fellow hitting me,' he rationalized, memories rushing back to him - and the ropes binding him to the chair.

Apparently deciding that his flatmate was, for the most part, mostly undamaged, Sherlock scoffed. "Oh, do keep up, John," he said before Dean, who had opened his mouth to reply, could speak. The taller blonde shot Sherlock a scathing look, while John just huffed. "These two brothers are here with their friend, who believes himself to have supernatural abilities, because they have determined that I have been possessed by a demonic entity."

The tall one, Sam, took an involuntary step forward, asking, "How did you know all of that, that we were brothers?" The man's companions, one of whom - most likely Dean - was apparently his brother, looked startled, though Cas decidedly less so.

The detective's eyes flicked over to rest on Sam, and John just knew that his friend wished he was able to fold his fingers together in his usual fashion. "Your familiarity with each other. You and Dean are close, undeniably so," he began, speaking in a fast, monotonous voice that somehow managed to seem animated, almost feverish.

"Sherlock -" John interjected, vainly hoping to keep him from further antagonizing their captives with his deductions.

The dark, curly head immediately snapped around to face the blogger. "Come now, John. Surely you realize this is the most exciting thing to happen in days." Sherlock turned back to the others. John sighed, an action he seemed to be performing quite a lot recently, and directed his gaze slightly off to the side, resigned to the fact that the man would do as he pleased.

Again.

"The two of you move effortlessly around the other. Obviously, you spend a great deal of time together. Now, you could be coworkers or even lovers -" both of the brothers made disgusted noises at that and leaned slightly away from each other "- but a familial relationship is more likely. Cousins? Possibly, but the resemblance leans more toward that of brothers. Dean is clearly protective of both Sam and your companion; therefore, he's the oldest. You call him -" here, Sherlock briefly tilted his head in the direction of the blue-eyed, raven-haired man "- 'Cas', which is clearly a shortened version of a longer name. You're familiar with him, as well, enough that I dare say you'd both call him a friend. He spoke of both my 'presence' and 'aura', so he must believe himself a psychic or possessing some other form of ability. You also spoke of a 'demon' and of me having 'possessed' myself. The two of you carry guns, and I can see the outline of a flask in Dean's jacket pocket, most likely filled with holy water. There's also a knife in Sam's pocket. Perhaps you intended to murder me, but then why take the time to restrain me while I was unconscious? No, you want information, information you believe I can provide. Possibly, you want to exorcise the so-called 'demon' in me, further evidenced by the book in Dean's possession. Obviously."

For a moment, there was silence.

Dean broke it with a shout.

A/N: Sorry once again for the length! I promise that Chapter 11 will be much more...ah...intruiging & have a much greater length! Don't be too shy to leave a review in your own form or fashion! I promise that I don't bite. =)

Ciao, darlings!

~ Angel