A/N- Thanks to those who reviewed, etc. Yes Dean has returned, what does he have planned? I got to say I'm quite proud of this story. This and the first Chapter especially, I'm happy with this chapter after the 4 times I rewrote it. Sorry this chapters shorter, I was having trouble with an idea. I think I got it now; hopefully the next chapter will be longer and more eventful. I'm aiming the next chapter to be up by December 3rd.

Disclaimer- I don't own SPN or Sherlock.

Castiel was used to the feeling of being rushed, and hurried. He was constantly on edge afraid of danger, and the moment he let his guard down, danger had come.

Castiel and Sherlock dropped to the ground as the Demon landed. They were in basement of some sort…or the basement (referring to hell).

Dean turned on the heel of his foot, facing Castiel and Holmes. The elder Winchester was an odd pale, but not a sickly pale. His green eyes were wide and full of life, only few times had he seen a Winchester content and at peace.

Dean stood looking down at Castiel with a look of annoyance.

"Look, Cas. I'm telling you the same thing I told Sam. Leave me alone, I won't bother you. I just want to be left alone! Is that so much to ask?" Dean nudged Castiel with the tip of his boot. "Cas, are listening to a word I'm saying? Jesus you're useless."

"I'm human Dean."

"No Cas, your were useless and clueless before you played with fire. Trust me I'd much rather stay here and tell you why but it seems I had things to do. So leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone. One more thing, take the Damsel in Distress with you."

Castiel tilted his head, unsure who the 'damsel' was.

"I'm talking about Sam, Cas. I'll take you and the British man back home, with little Sammy."

Castiel nodded, and Sherlock gave a halfhearted one. Dean snapped his fingers, and the three men were standing in front of a crappy motel. The light was shining through the curtains of a room, outlining the figure of a man hunch over a table. Dean crossed the asphalt; Sherlock and Castiel following close behind.

The Knight of Hell turned towards them "Obviously the place is heavily protected," he growled and added in a mumbled, "Damn Sam and his Latin obsession…"

"So you want us to just go in and knock him out?"

"It might be easier just to make up some lie to come outside."

"Fine," Sherlock growled stomping off towards the door, "you're so lucky I value my life!" The detective stomped off towards "Could have at least made it more fun!" Sherlock hollered.

Castiel and Dean stood in the shadows watching the consulting detective land three rough knocks upon the motel door. The figure hunched over the laptop flinched. He grabbed his knife from beside the laptop, stuffing it into his pocket. He took five lengthy steps towards the door. Opening it,

Castiel could hear remnants of the conversation. From what he was understanding Sherlock was leading Sam towards Castiel and Dean. Dean was leaned against a street lamp, and Castiel was standing straight as a stick next to him.

Apparently Sam saw them as he broke into a run. Castiel didn't have time to move before he was gathered into a bear hug. Considering Sam was stronger and taller than him at the moment. Castiel didn't even try escaping.

"You asshat!" Castiel tilted his head in confusion.

"I can unsure you my facial features aren't-"

"Never mind, Cas."

Dean cleared his throat, "while ladies guess we better get you back home."

The Demon snapped, "Dean Wait!"

But the trio was already dropped off in the alley of 221B. The devils trap was smeared and the summoning stuff thrown into a wall. Castiel heard a familiar flap of wings.

"Hey, sasquatch, Deano get desperate?"

"Oh god…" The younger Winchester stomped down the alley where he ran into someone; stumbling backwards. "I'm sorry…" he mumbled as the elder man helped him up.

"Hi, Dr. John, John Watson."

"Aren't you from a book series?"

"What?"

"Never mind, anyways I'm Sam, Sam Winchester."

"I'm guessing you and Castiel took Sherlock on an adventure."

"CAS!" Sam turned around shouting down the alley.

Sam was incredibly confused, no way was Castiel friends with a Sociopath and his side kick. Castiel came trudging down the alley a heavy duffel bag in hand.

"You guys have been gone for like four days! The damn Candy man across the street won't leave me alone," John shouted in rage, "OH and next time leave a note Christ, nothings more annoying than protective elder siblings."

Sam scoffed, "you have no idea."

John handed Sherlock the bag of milk and opened the front door. Ms. Hudson let up a surprised shout. "Glory, Sherlock who are your friends?"

"Oh, Ms. Hudson your home…we're just gonna be upstairs…" Sherlock carefully stepped around her, and basically ran up the stairs; the other four men following closely behind.

Gabriel growled plopping down on the couch. "That was really smart you know, just go exactly the opposite of what I told you! For god sakes, you should all be looking for that stupid librarian set on revenge, for no reason!"

"Hey! I happened to be one!" Sam interrupted the trickster.

"Shut it, Samsquatch," Gabriel spat back.

"Look, I'm not trying to be rude, but I'd like to get my siblings back in heaven because boy, am I sick of waking up with one in my face."

"Alright we'll start tomorrow." John explained with an irritated tone.

"Good, here are the keys to my car. Have a nice road trip." The former archangel stepped out the door, leaving a seriously confused Sam, and an irritated Doctor, detective, and former angel. Sherlock shrugged and ran off towards his bedroom.

John brought down more blankets from upstairs. "Goodnight." He mumbled as he placed blankets in the Winchester's hands.

The next morning was filled with packing, at least for John and Sherlock. John was struggling considering he wanted to bring everything. Sherlock just stuffed a few shirts in a bag and was pacing around the flat.

"For the love of god, Watson, grab some shoes and let's go!" Sherlock whined from the bottom of the stair case. "Calm down Sherlock, I'm cleaning my gun."

"John! A gun is useless, do you even listen?"

"That's incredibly stupid coming from you!"

Sherlock's lips were set in firm line; he walked out the flat door mumbling something that sounded like "whatever that means."

Castiel and Sam were sitting at the table with coffee the Winchester had picked up from across the street. No less; no more than five minutes later Watson came down the stairs. Together the four men stood outside 221B, staring at the car left by the archangel. With unsure looks and fake smiles they all piled into the old car.

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