A/N- Thanks to those who reviewed, etc. Yes I couldn't help but them into the story, such lovable Characters, yet people you want to stab in the face…wow lovely thought there…
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"You're alive?" Castiel questioned.
"It appears so!" Gabriel smirked and stepped over the broken glass to sit next to his brother.
"Who is he?" John was itching to grab his gun, but then he remembered Sherlock had it.
"My brother Gabriel,"
"Oh, yes hello!" John was trying his hardest not to interrogate the man...
"Are you even human?" Sherlock beat John to the golden question. "Nope, all archangel up in here" Gabriel grinned and snickered. "What the hell is the difference between an Angel and Archangel?"
"Whoa! Whoa! Alright, alright, let's slow with the questions! We archangels happen to be leaders of biblical battles, and raise the youngster's like Cas here," Gabriel tousled Castiel's hair in a playful manner. Castiel reached up and squatted away his elder brother's hand.
God they sound like Mycroft and Sherlock. Thought John with a grin,
"You're not human right, Gabriel?" The archangel let out a sad laugh, "I feel like one."
"What do you mean brother?" He sighed and leaned back further on the couch. "My powers are depleting quite quickly."
"Exactly why are you-" Sherlock pressed his lips together firmly when the door was knocked upon.
Nice timing Lestrade
Sherlock held up one finger as he stood up and walked towards the door. He flung it open. Lestrade stood there with a few plastic evidence bags. Sherlock snag the bags before attempting to close the door, but Lestrade had other ideas when he shoved his foot in the way.
"Lestrade this really isn't a good time." Sherlock whined.
"Actually it's perfect since I need to speak to Mr. Novak."
Lestrade pushed aside the consulting detective, and Sherlock let him. He was just hoping that Castiel and his brother would keep quiet.
He watched carefully as Lestrade led Castiel out of the flat, leaving him alone with Gabriel. He sighed and sat in his arm chair. Deducing the elder angel,
Description; light brown hair, light brown eyes, 6'0?
Emotions; worry, pain
Habits; grips end of sleeve…most likely armed.
Age; that I can't figure out
Attitude; protective…protective of what
He noticed Gabriel was doing the same things. Watching his movements; watching the door. So it is, the annoying older brother, who silently protects the younger one. "Mr…"
"Mr. Novak, Cas and I go by the same last name."
"Right, Mr. Novak, you're quite protective of your younger brother."
"Why is that any of your concern?"
"Where exactly do you live?"
"Across the street,"
"No you-"
"I do now."
"Can you at least tell us why you're here?"
The archangel cracked his fingers before standing up. "Well you see, my little bro's friends; Samsquatch, and Deano happened to get themselves in a little bit of…trouble. Usually this wouldn't be a problem since those to yahoos manage to fuck up the world every day, but they've been playing with the Mark of Cain like a new toy. So one of them ended up dead, and demonic, and the other one just kind of fell."
Sherlock could understand very little of what the angel was saying, but he nodded along with his words. John was tilting his head a little bit at Gabriel. John closed his laptop and questioned the angel once again, "What do you mean kind of fell?"
"Wow, I expected a different question. You obviously know the answer to that. Examples, all of us sitting in this room; see Mr. Holmes, you jump off a building, but your physical self didn't only fall, your stable mind fell. When you jump of that building you pulled three things with you, your friends, life, and yourself. It's a sick metaphor if you think about it." Gabriel brought his feet up on the coffee table.
The detective had no idea why the archangel knew so much about him, but he could care less at the moment. Sherlock and Gabriel were just staring awkwardly at each other whilst John stared at the floor. Gabriel's eyes widened in remembrance, "I have some information for you as well."
"And that is?"
"James Moriarty- right a bell." He paused at Sherlock's expression, "thought you might. Anyways he's the vessel of a very powerful angel…also known as Metatron; I'm assuming Cassie mentioned him, unless he was too absorbed in his own self-pity. By now Metatron has possessed Moriarty, so make sure he dies. Oh also," Gabriel dung his hands into his pockets pulling out three swords identical to the one Castiel carried, "these are Archangel Blades, those of my brothers; Raphael, Zachariah, and Michael, there're the only things powerful enough to kill Metatron. Too bad Winchesters are too thick minded sometimes to remember the obvious. Anyways out of time here, tell my little brother, he needs to get his pets under control. You'll be seeing a lot more of me!"
The archangel snapped his fingers and left with the ruffle of wings.
John was in awe examining the biblical weapons. Sherlock was pouring over the case file, and videos Lestrade left him. Of course Sherlock being Sherlock was already narrowing down suspects like candy. Around an hour later Castiel came back from talking to Lestrade. He was completely out of it. Castiel noted the blades on the coffee table and looked at the other two men.
"What'd Gabriel have to say?" Questioned Castiel, John gave Sherlock a pleading look. Sherlock took that as a chance to explain what Gabriel had said.
"He told us a little about the…Winchesters I think he called them. He said that they were "playing" around with some Mark of Cain, that happened to turn one into a demon and the other one apparently isn't copping very well-"
The former angel cursed under his breath.
"He told us Metatron possessed James Moriarty, and the only thing to kill him was an Archangel blade."
Castiel was fighting back the urge to lash out. He was pissed (more than that really), how could one of his friends screw with that kind of thing…and friggin' Metatron was probably watching them right now.
John could see the fire in Castiel's blue eyes, the anger was making the ocean blue dull and grey. The man's fingers were gripped roughly on the arm of the couch; fingers red and white from force. That was when Sherlock decided he was going to try something. Sherlock pulled his own laptop from beside the arm chair.
He knew the man's first name; Dean, now all needed was his last and he had it; Winchester. Though from what he heard they used fake names, credit cards, basically anything fake. So tracking him down from a computer was going to be difficult. Who said he couldn't use Castiel's way of life.
He waited exactly thirty minutes before lifting his head from the screen at Castiel.
"You can summon Demons can't you? It's possible?" Sherlock asked typing quickly while keep eye contact with the fallen one.
"Yes, it's possible. Simple really; there are many demons, Crossroad Demons, Knights of Hell, Yellow eyed demons, White eyed demons." Castiel obviously enjoyed sharing his knowledge with Sherlock, and Sherlock didn't mind listening. The consulting detective found it rather interesting.
"What about summoning a certain demon?"
"Well," little did Castiel know, Sherlock was typing and storing everything he said.
Far into the night when everyone fell asleep, Sherlock took the chance and grabbed what he needed and headed outside into the alley behind Baker Street. It didn't take very long to set up the bowl of random bones, etc. As soon as he struck and dropped the match,
A certain holy tax accountant walked out of the shadows.
"What are you doing?" Castiel basically yelled, "This might have to be the most idiotic, dumbest thing anyone-"
A new voice came into the conversation, "hey, Cas."
The angel suddenly felt very small, being towered over by the older Winchester. He had left his angel blade upstairs. This was Dean his best friend; he wouldn't hurt him would he? He took two small steps ending up beside Sherlock.
"Let's have some fun."
Castiel and Sherlock disappeared with Dean with a snap of fingers.
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