Okay, So you guys can help me with a better name. I can't think of one that isn't cheesy.

But I had a slight need to write Johnlock and the other ships, so yeah, have fun.

*Also, This is technically set before Gabriel dies. But they have met Crowley. (And Cas is Human). Basically, Thing from the future are happening in the past (?). I'm on S5. almost on S6. But because of a friend, I know stuff (Spoilers). GODVERDAMN HER!

Anyway~

Not only that above, but some people will act a bit OOC. (mainly john, but this is an AU) and I have no Beta, so this will be a bit..off?

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Castiel was the one who was trying to everyone from having panic attacks.

"Dean, Calm down. Freaking out will not help. Sam, thank you for staying calm. Bobby, stop trying to kill Crowley. John, Please help me here!"

"I'll calm Bobby." I said, getting up and going over to Bobby, who was trying to kill the 'King Of The Crossroads', and Bobby was succeeding at it. That is kinda a bad thing.

"Bobby, You need Crowley to get back. You know what Dean is like with planes. And can you use magic? Can you teleport? No. so I suggest you stop right now. If you really want, I'll use a binding spell on him." I put a hand on Bobby's shoulder, and I felt him tense. I sighed, I really didn't want to use brute force.

"Bobby, Don't make me use force now." That made him get off of Crowley. Said Demon was on the floor wheezing. I pat his shoulder and had my hand out to help him up. He took it, and dusted himself off, staying in front me, as Bobby was right behind me.

"Okay, so you might want to explain the situation now that we're all hopefully calm?" I ask, Looking around.

Castiel was sitting in Deans lap, who was sitting in Sherlock's normal seat. Its big enough for two, so there was not much complaint except from the small grumbling. (Castiel says it to keep dean there, but I doubt that). Sam was in the middle of Crowley and Bobby on the small couch at the back of the room. I was standing up in front of everyone while Sherlock had my normal seat.

I explained what I had saw, and that I told Lestrade. Dean had a go at me for that one.

"Wait, so you told someone about Demons, Angels and the Apocalypse? You realize they're going to think that you're nuts, right?" I sighed and nodded.

"I gave them a fairly believable idea that they should go along with. I have the feeling that they're going to come over and try to put me in the mental hospital." Castiel gave me a weary smile.

"If that is the case, I'm sure Sam and Dean can get you out of it?"Sam agreed.

"Shouldn't be that hard. I mean, We're fighting Angels and Demons left, right and center. Getting you out of the asylum should be easy." I smiled and nodded.

"Well what ever happens, you guys need to explain yourselves." Dean and Sam looked at each other and they both made faces.

"Your going to want to sit down, love. I know that this is going to take a while" Crowley pipped up and I nodded, grabbing a wooden chair to sit on, but Sherlock took it and sat on it before I could. Damn bastard. So I sat on my chair, while Sherlock was in front of the fireplace. Dean spoke up and started

"Well, the thing is..."

~~~Time Skip~~~

(Slight change of pov. Johns pov, different person.)

"And so that's why we need your help." Castiel Finished. They were taking turns each explaining things, almost starting fights. Dean told us about dean going into hell and back out, Sam told us about the demon blood. We were also told that Sam release Lucifer from his cage. At this, John sighed.

"Why the fuck didn't you kick his sorry ass back in then? Dean survived Hell. Sam Survived coming down from demon blood. Bobby, well, he was able to control a stong demon that was controlling him. You guys, can do anything if you actually try. I mean, c'mon. Seriously!"

"Let me get this straight" Sherlock interrupted, "So 'Lucifer', or Satan, is out of his cage, 'God' is missing, all the 'Angels' are a mess, the 'Demons' are a mess, and you have bounty on your heads of both the Angels AND Demons? And this is a normal occurrence?" Sherlock asked, and everyone nodded. I just shrugged.

"The worst part of it, Its their JOB. Well, the Family business, but still. And I used to hunt. Although it was mostly Wendigos, ghosts, and the one-in-a-million demon, all while I was in the war. So when I was taken off, I had to recover, so I stopped for a while. Then when I met you, I stopped altogether because I have to deal with you all day." John explained. Sam Looked interested as he loved it when John told stories since He was a kid. Sherlock was shocked as any sane person would be, and Dean was paying attention, but was mostly fidgeting with Castiel on his lap.

"Right. So, what do you mean dean went to-" Sherlock was interrupted by Miss Hudson walking in, followed by Lestrade, Sally, and Anderson.

"Sherlock, what did you do this time?" Miss Hudson asked, worry written all over her old and frail face, but john got up and smiled.

"Oh, its not Sherlock this time. It's me, am I right?" John asked, looking at Lestrade who sighed, as if he didn't want to be there. Anderson was looking around, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Sally answered for them.

"Unfortunately yes. You understand that-" John cut her off by chucking some salt at Anderson who screamed and backed away. John brought Lestrade and Sally in and ran to the kitchen for the table salt. Coming back out, he heard gasps, of 'oh my lord' and 'How?' and 'Not now'. John sighed and looked at Anderson, who was glaring at everyone, mainly john, with pitch black eyes.

Sighing, as If it was a regular annoyance, he chucked more salt at him, causing him to tumble back screaming. But no black smoke was coming out of him yet, which was both good, and bad.

"John, Let me-"

"No Castiel. This isn't your fight. Let me." Acting quickly, He drew a circle around the screaming Demon. Secured to an extent, He blocked the entire room off with the salt. Being passed a spray can by Sam, he made a 'Demon Trap' and took Sherlocks' chair, who had stood up in shock, and put it i the middle of the trap. Grabbing the withering demon, he pulled him up and put him in the chair. Looking satisfied, John turned around and smiled at the Winchester Brothers.

"Please tell me you brought the stuff?"

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Okay, Do not fret. Anderson will not die. I would not hurt any of the characters too bad, so you don't have to worry there.

If you liked it, thank you. If there is anything you think I should change, or Improve on, Tell me.

I'm sorry if this took SO long to get up. I was dealing with my other story, and Trying to fiddle with my computer. My computer continued to crash whenever I tried to type this chapter. It was annoying. I lost SO MUCH WORK. DX.

But its good now, so hope you enjoyed!