"What the Hell, Cas? You can't just poof us places without any warning. That's just... you can't do that!" The one with the lighter haired sighed. "Where are we?" He said, sounding more tired now that the initial shock of being transported to a different place suddenly had worn off.
"London, England. I need you to... help this man," Castiel- or Cas- motioned to John, "he... he just found out that his best friend was an Angel. I believe that you, knowing that Angels are real- that is part of the problem- I think that you should help him. He seems like a nice person." The man with the shorter hair still seemed somewhat annoyed that Cas- or Castiel- had popped him somewhere (to another country no less based off of his accent.
"John." Castiel said. "This is Dean," he said, motioning to the one with shorter hair "And this is Sam. They're-"
"Friends." The man with the short hair- no, Dean interrupted. "We're friends, Cas." He turned to John now. "I don't know what the Hell Cas was planning on saying We're all friends. So what's the problem here?" John swallowed, "Um- well I think that I might be going crazy. Or he's going crazy." He waved towards Sherlock. "He... uh, well- he thinks that he's an Angel. And your friend- Castiel, or Cas, or whatever kept calling him Amoriel or whatever-"
"The love of God." The one with longer hair interjected, his name was Sam, as John remembered. John raised his eyebrows, so Sam explained, "Well, Amor is love, and the suffix –iel is the root that means 'of God', therefore Amoriel is 'Love of God'." John stared at him, but didn't say anything else, "No. His name isn't Amoriel. His name is Sherlock." Sam's eyes widened "Seriously? Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes? As in, the famous detective Sherlock Holmes?" John nodded, "Yeah. Trust me when I say that Sherlock isn't an Angel. That Sherlock isn't Amoriel. I think that maybe you've drugged me-"
"John. I thought that the sugar at the Baskervilles was a sort of drug, but that was for a case. I would never drug you if it weren't for a case. If you know me, you know that I'm not one for meaningless pranks. So know that when I give you this information, know that I would never lie to you. This that you see, the body that I'm in- this is my Vessel. If you saw my true form, then your eyes would burst into flames. This vessel, his name is Victor Trevor. He was an old druggie from the streets, and he was very interested in becoming an Angel of the Lord..."
"Victor..." There was no response.
"Victor Trevor...
"Who are you? Why can't I see you?" The man lying in the alleyway stood up, looking around worriedly, wondering who was speaking to him.
"My name is Amoriel. I am an Angel of the Lord. You are my true Vessel. Your life can become a better life. I know that you are a good man, or else you would not be my Vessel. But the thing is, I cannot help you unless you agree to let me help you. Although you might not be in complete control of your life, it will be better than this. Sitting alone, in an alleyway, waiting for your next fix. If you let me help you, you will have the chance to turn your life around. I will help you, and you will be able actually be somebody. Your life will mean something. You will be able to help people. And all you have to do is say 'Yes'." Victor wasn't sure what to do now. He was sure that this was some strange drug-induced hallucination. He looked around, "Who are you? Where are you?"
"I am an Angel of the Lord. Only you can hear me, because you are my Vessel. We have a strong connection. Now, please think about my offer. I think that you can turn your life around. All you have to do is say 'Yes'." Victor looked around. "Yes. YES! Fine, I want my life to be completely turned around. Come on then, Amoriel. Help!" A bright light appeared above Victor. A beam of blinding light surrounding him suddenly. Swirling around like a miniature tornado, the light finally dimmed away. And Victor had a new aura about him. No longer a worthless druggie. He now had a purpose. And he decided to change his name. Because 'Victor' wasn't who he was anymore, and he didn't want to tarnish his memory. Yet Amoriel was strange enough of a name to distract people from things. Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes. And he would change something. Sherlock Holmes would help people.
"Victor Trevor wanted to help. He couldn't do that with his life, but I made it possible for him, John. I am an Angel of the Lord. I wanted to tell you, but telling you would... well you see, don't you? Just like now, you wouldn't have believed me. I'm sorry, John. I wanted to tell you. I promise." He seemed completely sincere. Meanwhile, everyone seemed to have forgotten about Gregory Lestrade. He was still there, but he'd just stayed silent during the whole ordeal. Greg wasn't sure he really believed what was going on in front of his face. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe Sherlock had drugged him for some sort of experiment or whatever. But no, Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, the Sherlock Holmes that he knew was not an ANGEL. He wasn't any sort of religious anything. In fact he'd adamantly told one of Greg's colleagues that religion was an idiots hope for good things to happen. The colleague had gotten so mad at him after the argument that had ensued, that he'd come to Greg demanding that Sherlock was kicked out of the station. It'd taken a while to calm him down. But Greg digressed. But now... well now, Greg really didn't know what to do. He was at a complete loss. And if John was going to be truthful here as well, he was just as much as a loss now as Greg was. If not even more so.
A/N: Sorry that it took a while to update. I've been working on my Destiel series. I've been updating that one really quickly, because that one actually has a nice plot by now. This... well, I'm not really sure where this is going. If you have ideas, PLEASE TELL ME! I have NO clue what I'm doing here. I have no idea at all. So, please, IDEAS! NEED! NOW! Please. So... yeah. Please like and comment. Thanks!
