AN: Sorry for the extremely late update. Exams have finally finished and now I'm under the stress of applying to University now. But here I am again. I hope you enjoy this chapter but I might put a tissue warning on here because I cried when I wrote this because I enjoy hurting fictional characters.

Warnings: In other chapters

Disclaimer: Yeah, I think it's safe to say I don't own these characters (although I started writing the character of Mrs Holmes before we met her in season 3 so she may be OOC)

The bus pulled into the next stop and Sherlock swallowed when he saw the police cruisers parked outside like they were waiting for someone. He nudged Sam's shoulder, startling him awake.

"Sam, there's police outside." Sherlock spoke almost fearfully.

"Shit," Sam gasped and glanced out of the window to see the policemen pointing at the bus and walking towards it. "I didn't think Dean would set the cops on our asses."

The army of policemen clambered onto the bus and spotted the two boys trying their best to avoid eye contact. They headed straight towards them, knowing what they looked like through the description that a special source gave to them.

"Sherlock Holmes and Sam Winchester?" One of the men asked and stared at them as they paled. "You're coming with us so we can get you back home. Your families have been so worried about you both."

Sam got to his feet and surrendered himself over to the cops.

"Sam, what are you doing?" Sherlock demanded.

"We can't run anymore, Sherlock." Sam said sincerely as he was walked off the bus and to one of the police cars.

"Come along, son." One of the policemen said to Sherlock who sighed and headed off to the same police car as Sam.

The two sat in silence, gazing out of the windows as they were driven back to Sherlock's house. Sam, noticing the Impala parked out front, got out and followed Sherlock to the door. The policeman rapped his knuckles against the black, painted wood and Sam was surprised when his brother opened the door and threw his arms around him in a bone-crushing embrace.

Sherlock pushed angrily past the two brothers and headed inside. The door was closed soon after as Sam was pulled across the threshold.

"I'm sorry," Sam spoke. "You didn't exactly seem like you wanted me here anymore."

"You will be sorry," Dean snarled and gripped Sam's arm tight enough to make Sam cry out in pain.

Sherlock span around and stared at the scene in front of him.

"Leave him alone!" He screamed and tried to pry Dean's hand off Sam's arm.

Dean flung his arm out and Sherlock felt himself get lifted from the floor by an invisible force. He was forced into the far wall and was kept pinned there. Sam's eyes widened as he glanced over at Sherlock as he struggled against whatever was holding him there.

"Christo," Sam spoke softly and watched as his brother flinched noticeably. Sam gasped. "You're a demon."

Dean's eyes flashed black before he flung Sam against the opposite wall, knocking the wind out of him.

"How long have you been in him?" Sam glared at the demon as Sherlock looked between the two of them, confusion all over his face.

"Dean?" The demon smirked. "A good few hours before you decided to run away."

"Well, I hope you like hell because you've just earned a trip back there." Sam spoke confidently and tried to channel some of his brother in order to seem braver than he was feeling. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immudus spiritus…"

Sam trailed off when the demon stalked towards him and clamped a hand over his mouth.

"You trying to exorcise me you piece of shit?" The demon snarled.

"Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion infernalis adversarii," Both sets of eyes stared over at Sherlock as he carried on the exorcism. "Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

The demon started towards Sherlock when Sam carried on; both sets of voices filling the room with Latin while the demon cried out in front of them.

"Ergo draco maledicte, ut ecclesiam tuam secura, tibi facias lebertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!"

Dean collapsed to his knees as the demon erupted from his mouth and floated off up the chimney. The force released Sam and Sherlock from the wall and Sam hurried over to his brother.

"Dean," He shook Dean's shoulder. "Wake up."

Dean moaned and opened his eyes to slits and gazed blearily at his baby brother.

"S'mmy?" He slurred and sat up.

"Hey Dean," Sam grinned and wrapped his arms around his big brother before hearing Sherlock cough behind them. Sam turned and saw Sherlock watching him with his arms folded. He helped Dean to his feet and looked back at his boyfriend. "How did you know how to do the exorcism?" He asked.

"Same way you did," Sherlock snapped. "I found your dad's weirdo crap one time I went to your house and thought it was rubbish but once I've read something, it sticks in my mind. As soon as you started chanting, I thought I'd better help."

"I'm sorry," Sam whispered. "I should've told you, I just didn't know how."

"Where's my mum?" Sherlock asked Dean, completely ignoring Sam.

"I think she's in the cupboard in the dining room," Dean replied, rubbing his temples as he tried to remember.

Sherlock stormed to the dining room, hearing Sam following but not turning around. He opened the cupboard slowly and found his mother tied up with a gag in her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she looked at her son and Sherlock reached down to pull the offending piece of cloth from her mouth. She smacked her lips together and swallowed, trying to regain the moisture she had lost.

"Sherlock," She gasped softly. "Sam's brother is a mad man. Have you called the police?"

"It's okay Mrs Holmes." Sam spoke up. "It wasn't Dean who did this to you."

"No, I remember clearly." She said shaking her head.

"Mother, you're delusional." Sherlock groaned and helped his mother out of the cupboard. "I think you've hit your head."

"Perhaps," Mrs Holmes replied, putting her hand to her head. She then pulled Sherlock into a bone-crushing hug. "Don't you ever run away again!"

"I'm sorry," Sherlock answered and pulled away from his mother.

Sam stood behind Sherlock and his mother observing the moment. He felt the guilt settle in his stomach knowing in his heart that it was all his fault. If he had just told Sherlock the truth, even if he thought that he was a madman, they wouldn't be in this current situation.

"Sherlock," Sam placed his hand on Sherlock's shoulder and wasn't surprised when his boyfriend shrugged him off.

"It's over, Sam." Sherlock spoke in a monotonous voice as tears began to prick Sam's eyes. "I want you and your brother to leave, please. I'll see you in school."

"But…"

"Go!" Sherlock span around and shoved Sam. "Please, just go."

Dean pulled on Sam's arm and led him slowly out of the Holmes' house. Sam clung to his brother as though he would disappear if he let go.

It wasn't until the Winchester brothers unlocked the door to the apartment and went inside when Sam collapsed to his knees and broke down in tears of pain and anguish. Dean wrapped his arm around his little brothers shoulders and tried to comfort him through the worst pain he had ever felt in his life.

TBC

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