There was silence for a minute while John and Greg tried to figure out what was going on. "This is some prank isn't it? That's it. I don't know why, but suddenly you're trying to be funny. You're trying to be funny and pull some elaborate prank on Greg and I. Well, answer me this. If you're so... just... why, Sherlock?" Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, but Castiel held up his hand, "Let me, brother. I know that this must be hard for you." He looked down at me with his shocking blue eyes. "But you must have faith. I can tell that you have faith." He smiled softly, and unexpectedly. "I know that even those with little faith can believe." Mycroft scoffed, "You're charge already knew about the evils of the world. He was dead. What else was he supposed to believe? He knew that there was nothing powerful enough to pull him out, so he could logically say that, yes, you probably were an angel. You have given John no proof. None of us have." Mycroft stepped forward, but Castiel stopped him. "No, Dynamious. He should see it from Amoriel. He knows him the best. It will be from a friend." Mycroft pondered this for a moment, and motioned toward Sherlock, who closed his eyes briefly, before the lights in the room started flickering, and suddenly, two large shadows erupted from behind Sherlock's back. Spreading themselves, and unfolding, becoming huge shadows of wings. And for a fleeting moment, John had no doubts. Sherlock was an Angel. But that soon passed. Greg was pale and amazed, but John was angry. "Sherlock!" John's sudden outburst seemed to surprise Sherlock, and the wings on the fluttered before the lights stopped flickering and John could see the shadows no more, "This is madness! Why would you do this. That's what I don't get. I know that you're smart enough to pull this all together, but what I just am not grasping here, is why? Why the bloody hell would you do this?" Castiel smirked at his last sentence before stepping in front of John again. "I know that-"

"Wait, Castiel." Castiel turned to look at Sherlock (Sherlock, not Amoriel) "Maybe this is for the best. Maybe he shouldn't know."

"But now that you've gone and stupidly told him, there's no way that he won't wonder." Mycroft's voice was laced with annoyance. "I've got to leave anyway. Meeting." There was a flapping of wings, and Mycroft vanished. Just vanished into thin air. Poof.

"... the Hell?" That was all that Greg appeared to be able to get out.

"He flew." Castiel said simply. John stared at him, and decided to go on the logic route, "Okay, then if you are all, you know, Angels, then where are you wings? Wouldn't he need wings to fly?"

"We all have wings. Sherlock showed you the shadows of his wings. We can only materialize our wings for less than a second when we're flying, so that's the best we can do. Only Archangels can materialize their wings completely. Although there was this time that I... had a collision with something while I was flying and my wings materialized. It took a while to get them to immaterialize." Sherlock looked at him, "Oh really?"

"Yeah, I got tangled up in something, and I couldn't immaterialize my wings." John shook his head. "Can we stop this nonsense now? Just- Sherlock, Why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry, John."

"Oh? So you're sorry that you're... messing with my head?" John asked. When Sherlock responded, he sounded sad, "No. I'm sorry that we aren't messing with you. It's all true." Castiel sounded as if he was trying to comfort John, "You know, I have a couple of friends that can confirm that I am an Angel. Would you me to find them, and would you like to talk to them?" John scoffed. He didn't trust him, but he might as well go along with it. "Sure," His response was sarcastic, but Castiel didn't seem to notice. He vanished just like Mycroft did. Except unlike Mycroft, Castiel reappeared with two other men in tow.


A/N: Sorry that it's been a while, and that this is such a short update. It's just... I haven't really been inspired lately... Although I did write this Sabriel thing where Gabe is denying his feelings, then Sam is sad that he doesn't return his feelings. Would you like me to put it up? And just... guys I seriously don't ship Sabriel... really it's just Destiel. Anyway... Sorry about the wait! Please like and comment! Thanks!