A/N: Hehehehe...Hi, guys! Let me just start this by saying that Legion and I are so, SO sorry!

Legion: WE ARE SORRY. VERY SORRY.

I moved back into college for my Sophomore year about 3-4 weeks ago, so I have been fairly busy, what with school work and trying to find a job and what-not. In other words, I haven't had a great deal of writing/posting time.

Not to worry, though, loves! I absolutely REFUSE to abandon this story - as if my baby Legion would let me, lol. In fact, we are here now with our longest chapter to date! YAYY! Cue the streamers and the confetti!

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Yes, sweetling, you did wonderfully. Anyways, enjoy, dear ones!

~ Angel

"What the HELL?!"

Dean took an aggravated step forward, ignoring the way both his brother and angel tensed in the corners of his vision. H also ignored Sam's halfhearted, "Dean." "No, Sam, I want to know how this guy - this thing - knows so much about us, and I want to know now."

"It was simple," Sherlock said, shrugging his shoulders lightly. The two hunters and
Castiel turned back to the supposedly possessed man and his companion, who was in the process of rolling his eyes 'towards the heavens' - Cas didn't completely understand that phrase, as the realm of Heaven was not necessarily 'up'. "I merely observed."

"Sherlock!" John scolded, giving said man a pointed look. "Now is not the time to be showing off." The short, blonde man looked at the blue-eyed angel and his charges. "You'll have to excuse him," he said, ignoring Sherlock's exclamation of, "I AM a show-off, John. I've already told you this." John continued, saying, "He can be a right git sometimes. However, he is NOT this demon or - or - whatever it is that you're after."

"And why, exactly, should we trust you?" Sam asked skeptically.

"Yeah! For all we know, you could both be possessed," Dean added.

Castiel decided that he should step in before the humans got too upset. "Sam. Dean. Might I suggest that you try holy water? That is part of your usual procedure in dealing with demons." He paused, trying to decide on the proper way to phrase his next thought. "It might prove whether or not they are 'yanking your chain'."

Sam snorted and pressed a hand over his mouth to hide his smile and try to spare the angel some dignity. Dean, having no such qualms, gave a bark of laughter and clapped his friend on the back. "'Yanking my chain'? Really, Cas?" The hunter's smile widened at the confused look on the shorter being's face.

"I don't understand why that is amusing."

The younger Winchester shook his head, still smiling, as he reached into his jacked pocket for a flask of holy water. "It's nothing, Cas. Don't worry about it. The holy water was a good idea, though," he said, unscrewing the lid. His brother copied his actions.

Throughout the exchange, Sherlock merely raised an eyebrow, sharp eyes assessing, while John between the three, brows furrowed.

Castiel still looked slightly confused.

John was a bit confused.

The three men that had taken him and Sherlock hostage were talking nonsense. They seemed convinced that Sherlock - and possibly he, himself - was possessed by a demon or something. While John believed in angels and demons, God and the devil, and the whole lot, he didn't understand what would cause someone to go around claiming that people they had never met before were possessed. 'Delusions, maybe?' he thought, doctor side kicking in.

The ex-soldier tensed as both of the brothers each slipped a hand into their pockets. They pulled out silver flasks. 'That must be the holy water, I'm guessing.'

Then, with a shared glance and under the watchful eye of 'Cas', Sam and Dean reared their arms back and flung the liquid directly into John and Sherlock's faces.

As the so-called 'holy water' made contact with his person, Sherlock first felt merely annoyance. He had, after all, recently finished drying after a day of staking out the area he knew the two murderers would visit. They were, after all, attempting to discard their last victim's umbrella, so the alley was a logical assumption.

When he caught sight of his blogger's spluttering and startled expression, however, a good deal of his previous annoyance morphed into amusement. The great detective couldn't prevent the slight upwards twitch of his lips at the sight.

John spluttered, blinking his eyes rapidly as the water ran down his face and plastered his now soaked - again - hair to the top of his forehead. The ex-soldier's eyes hardened with irritation, and he turned his gaze up to meet Sam's expressive, surprised, hazel eyes. "Really?! Was that absolutely necessary? Couldn't you have, oh, dipped our fingers into it instead of, well, tossing it in our faces?!"

Dean and Sam exchanged another glance, this one more shocked than anything. Even their more stoic companion looked slightly surprised. John chanced a look to his right at Sherlock. The detective gazed back at him briefly. The blonde could see the amusement behind his friend's eyes and huffed even as his own lips fought to lift in an answering smile.

"Now do you see? I am not this 'demon' you are searching for."

Dean looked down at him and muttered a weak, "Christo."

Sherlock made a deep, scoffing noise in the back of his throat and turned his gaze off to the side, dismissing the rest of them. John lost his self-control and began to giggle, feeling slightly chuffed at how the other man looked quite a bit less regal and self-composed with his raven bangs sticking to his forehead in the form of wet curls and dripping down the bridge of his nose.

Perhaps the laughter also had something to do with him having faced yet another life and death situation for the sake of his flatmate.

'As if I'd ever do any different,' the doctor thought, attempting to reign in his giggles. The disgruntled glare Sherlock shot him didn't much help matters.

"This makes no sense!" John, finally gaining some control of himself, looked, with Sherlock, up at Sam. The taller brother ran a hand through his hair, tugging slightly on the ends. "All of the evidence pointed to the entity being here."

Dean began, "Maybe it -", but was caught off when Cas took a step forward and spoke. "Perhaps it spent a great deal of time here but is no longer in the building. That may explain why its presence seems muted."

"Great. Wonderful." John nodded, deciding it was time to get some answers. "Your demon isn't here, and neither Sherlock or myself have done anything, so why don't you let us go and tell us what, exactly, is going on?" he asked briskly. "I'd really appreciate not being tied to a chair for too much longer," he added. The ache in his shoulder, which had already been exacerbated by all of the rain and the damp, did not take kindly to his arms being restrained to a wooden chair.

The two brothers looked - once again - to the other. Sam shrugged. Dean huffed. Then, the blonder man swept forward and deftly sliced both ropes with what appeared - to John, at least - to be a ritualistic, silver knife. 'Complete with odd symbols and everything,' he thought. Once free, the blogger brought his arms above his head, linked his fingers, and stretched his back with a satisfying crack before settling back into a more comfortable position. Next to him, his curly-haired partner merely straightened his shirt and blue bathrobe and steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. Gray eyes gazed at the three disgruntled strangers, no doubt deducing and coming to yet more conclusions.

"Now," John said, crossing his left leg over his right. "Would you please explain all of this? You can take your time."

Immediately, Sherlock added, "But do so swiftly." John sighed, reminded of the case with Henry Knight.

"We don't have time for the whole 'The Truth is Out There' speech," Dean began, slipping his left hand into the pocket of his jacket and motioning with his right. "Basically, the short version is that pretty much everything you've heard about that goes bump in the night is real and out there right now."

"If it helps, unicorns don't exist," Sam added, smirking wryly.

Sherlock's gaze sharpened. "You really expect me to believe that? Please. You're speaking of myths, legends. Fairytales," he mocked. "Do you truly expect me to believe that?" he asked, smirking now, himself, almost laughing. "You're all suffering from some form of delusions, possibly caused by stories and lies fed to you by your obsessive father. Thank you for dropping by, though. It has been interesting." The raven head turned to John. The detective was obviously quite through with the three men in front of him.

Dean and Sam both tensed at the mention of their father. "Don't talk about our dad like that!" Dean shouted. "And we're not crazy, you son of a bitch!"

Their companion stepped forward, placing a hand on the taller blonde's shoulder. "Dean. Maybe I can prove to them that we are telling the truth."

"By all means," Sherlock said condescendingly, spreading his hands, palms up, "show me this 'proof' of yours."

'This might not end well,' John thought.

The electric blue-eyed man fixed his eyes on the duo's seated forms. Suddenly, there was a crackle and a pop as all of the lights in the flat sparked and went out. Then - somehow - where there was once nothing, inky, black shadows sprang forth from the - man's? - back. When they stilled, John could make out their shape. 'Wings,' he thought faintly. 'Giant, invisible bloody WINGS.'

"My name is Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord."

A/N: So? What's the verdict? Feel free to share; I can take it! Haha, Quite a few things are going on in this chapter. You get to see a bit more into the various relationships going on - speaking of which, Dean and Sherlock don't seem to be getting on too well, do they? - between all of our boys, Sherlock is, in fact, not a big, bad, demonic creature-thing, and NOW the dynamic duo has learned that there are other things creeping and crawling out there in the dark.

I'd love to hear what you think! Critiques, criticisms, remarks, and rambles are very much accepted! Legion and I always look forward to hearing from you, my lovelies!

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~ Angel

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