Sherlock stared at Greg, as if he was looking into his soul. He opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything, a deep voice spoke from behind him. From where John couldn't remember seeing anyone go to. Sherlock turned around, moving to the side a little and John could see a short man in a trenchcoat, with his dark blue tie on backwards, "I am sorry for your loss, Amoriel, I know that Tayeal was close to you." Sherlock smiled, "Thank you, Castiel. It's good to see you. I heard that you rebelled. Ever since I secluded myself on Earth, I have not heard much from the rest of our brothers and sisters, so I did not hear why." There was a twinkle in Sherlock's eyes. John was even more confused now. The way that Sherlock said 'secluded myself on Earth' made John feel as if Sherlock were implying that he wasn't from Earth. Also, John noticed, that he said 'our brothers and sisters'. Another brother. John vaguely wondered how many siblings Sherlock was hiding from him. Sherlock appeared to be smiling. Not the fake, sarcastic smile that John saw none too often, but an actual, and genuine smile.

"Thank you, Castiel, for coming" Castiel tipped his head to the side, "But, anything for one of my favorite brothers." John wondered if Greg was about to choke. Castiel continued to talk, "You asked me why I rebelled. Interestingly enough, it was my charge. It was Dean Winchester that made me rebel." Somehow, Sherlock seemed to find this amusing. A strange noise could be heard from behind John, almost like wings fluttering. John turned around to be face to face with Mycroft Holmes. Mycroft ignored him and stepped past him, glancing sadly down at the body. "I heard of the death of Tayeal. I am sorry. But, I was not expecting you to be here Castiel. Last I heard of you was back when you helped the Winchester boys stop the foretold Apocalypse. I personally might've let it go on as destiny told us, but I admire your work."

"You always were one for destiny, weren't you Dynamious? I decided that perhaps destiny didn't have to run its course. That half of the human population didn't have to die." The man called Castiel didn't appear to know who he was talking to, calling Sherlock Amoriel, and Mycroft Dynamious.

"I imagine that The Righteous Man had something to do with that." Mycroft teased. Wait, what? Mycroft didn't just tease. Even when he said, 'Should we be expecting a happy announcement by the end of the week?', he had only been making a point. But this was Mycroft (or Dynamious, or whatever the hell this Castiel person wanted to call him) legitimately teasing someone. Castiel smiled, but went a little pink. "Dean Winchester certainly did play his part in causing me to rebel." He laughed, "I believe that he rubbed off on me. I burnt our dear brother Michael with Holy Fire!" The three of them laughed as if this was some inside joke. John was mentally counting the siblings, there was Sherlock/Amoriel, and Mycroft/Dynamious, and Castiel, and Tayeal, and Michael. Five. Three siblings that Sherlock never told him about. And they all had the creepy way of coming without anyone noticing them entering the room. And suddenly Sherlock seemed all pro-God now. And then there was the whole 'Apocalypse' thing. John was startled out of his thoughts by Sherlock starting to say something to Castiel, "I heard about Gabriel. Is it true that he was killed?" Castiel smiled softly before answering, "The death of another brother. It's been too hard on us. Especially after Uriel killed seven of us. Of his own brothers, I still cannot fathom how he could kill seven of our brothers and sisters with no reason. I am sorry that Anna had to kill Uriel, it must've been hard on her. I know that they were closer when they were young." John's eyebrows furrowed, and restarted the sibling count. Sherlock/Amoriel, Mycroft/Dynamious, Castiel, Tayeal, Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Anna, plus seven others. Fifteen of them. Thirteen that Sherlock didn't tell him about. Finally John spoke up.

"Thirteen, Sherlock. Thirteen of them." Sherlock seemed confused, and Castel turned to him, "Oh is that what you've chosen to call yourself. Interesting." John chose to ignore that comment, "Thirteen siblings that you failed to tell me about. Castiel, Tayeal, Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Anna, and seven others that were killed by Uriel. I bet that there's probably more of them considering that there's already thirteen that we didn't know about. And then there's Castiel, who keeps calling you 'Amoriel', and Mycroft 'Dynamious'. What in hell is going on?" Castiel seemed to find his last sentence amusing. Sherlock stepped forward. "John. You are right, there are others. I have in total around two million other brothers and sisters. Amoriel is my true name, as Dynamious is his. I am an Angel of the Lord."


A/N: Well there's a nice cliffhanger for you guys. So, with Tayeal, I just liked the sound of it, so that's what her name is. Dynamious is literally 'full of power' which I thought was appropriate for Mycroft. Amoriel translates into 'Love of God', because I like to appreciate some nice irony occasionally. I hope you like it (I definitely enjoyed writing it (Thanks again, Liontalon!)). Please like and comment! Once again, any ideas and/or suggestions for me, any people that you want me to put in the story, just review. Thanks!