A/N- There's really nothing I have to say except that I'll have a lot of time to write during this December…hopefully anyways enjoy! I'm starting to see an end to this story. I'm trying to finish this up so I can start on my new fic, Among the Angels.

Disclaimer- I don't own SPN or BBC Sherlock.

The drive was nine hours. No one said a word, which Sherlock was grateful for. Despite everything they were going in without a plan just knifes and holy oil. The warehouse which they were sitting in front was gray and almost every part of it was metal.

A light was gleaming out a window, faintly highlighting the car. Everyone climbed out, John and Sam feeling more confident took the lead whilst Sherlock and Castiel wanted to be…very far away. Sam pulled out something from his back pocket using it to open the locked door.

Blood coated the floor and walls, vomit and other body fluids no one could name. But that's not what caught their attention. No it was the Westwood suits hanging from the ceiling untouched and not stained. Of course this was only a shocker to Sam considering Sherlock and John knew the evil and illness inside Moriarty's head.

Then moved further into the room, revealing a lone large stone wall collage with news articles and photos. Castiel wanted to vomit…they were all about him. Article titles such as-

'BURING MAN FALLS FROM SKY'

'ALIEN SAVES SOCIOPATH'

'MYSTERIOUS MISSING MAN FOUND AFTER 5 YEARS'

'METEOR SHOWER LEADS TO INTERESTING NEW PERSONALS'

Everyone was horrified. Castiel was trembling, not often was he scared but when you're human and defenseless against basically God, it's a little intimidating. A man from the shadows appeared. Metatron took a step forward, that infamous smirk of Moriarty's on his face.

"Hello, Castiel," He spoke happily. "Didn't I tell you to go find a wife or something?"

"Yes, committing to someone is not on my list of things to do." Castiel took a step back. Metatron took a step forward.

"I got to say I love this vessel. Nice clothing and so many stories. Gory and bloody they could make books and movies! 'The Great Fall of Sherlock Holmes' has a nice ring to it. 'Professor's Deal' anything…you know James had such a color imagination, his thoughts were filled with your blood, Mr. Holmes. Maybe now I could-" The tip of an angel blade was shining from his stomach a bright light admitting from his eyes.

A thick heavy Scottish accent yelled "Eyes close your eyes!"

A sound almost like a knife being pulled was heard. When Sherlock next opened his eyes Moriarty was lying on the ground, and a man was wide eyed and holding a bloody blade similar to Castiel's.

"Crowley?" Castiel tilted his head in confusion.

"Don't act so surprised Castiel." The king bent down a fished something out of Moriarty's pants, a small vile. "Here's your mojo, feathers!" He tossed it at Castiel who barely caught it. He looked at Sam for approval.

"Samuel, is this the right thing to do?" Castiel asked staring down at the blue essence of himself.

"Well considering I'd like to go home…" Crowley interrupted.

"I can take you home moose!" the demon offered.

"Um, no thanks I kind of need Castiel to fix my broken brother."

"Me and the Trickster beat you to that. He's fine and dandy, now drink your powers Feathers and lets goo."

John and Sherlock were busy pick pocketing Moriarty to notice that Castiel had restored his grace. Castiel turned towards them with a straight face and glassy blue eyes.

"My apologies, thank you for the help you have supplied me with. I will always be grateful."

Castiel smiled before placing his hands on Sherlock and the Doctors head. They were gone leaving the youngest Winchester, the King of Hell, and angel alone. The demon snapped his fingers and Crowley was gone leaving the man and angel at the door of a motel room.

The impala had just pulled in, and out jumped a very happy Dean Winchester with pie in his hands. "I'd give you a hug but I love pie more!" Sam smiled and shook his head at his brother.

"Don't just stand there, I HAVE PIE!"

A/N- THE END. Thanks to those who reviewed you were the driving force of this fic, I've never been good at long fics, so…yeah. I hope you all enjoyed it!