221b Baker street

10:25 a.m.

POV : Third person

Sherlock walked out of the bathroom in to the sitting room to see John on the phone.

"Ok. Thanks Lestrade we'll be there." John said before hanging up the phone. Eyes lighting up Sherlock asked. "Case?"

"Yeah. Weird too. Two people disappeared without a trace two days ago." John said.

"How is that interesting." Sherlock said annoyed. "I need a case John! A good one!" Sherlock shouted leaning over running his fingers through his hair.

"When I said without a trace I mean it. They were last seen next to the old cemetery outside of town. Lestrade said there were no signs of struggle, no notes, and no relation to each other. And if you're quite through yelling we can get a cab and meet Lestrade there."

"Hmm somewhat interested now. And I'm desperate. It either this or go to Mycroft for something. Fine let's go. "

Pulling up at the cemetery and walking in Lestrade greeted them. "Good you're here. Now Sherlock I'm sorry but we were shorthanded and-"

"What the hell is the freak doing here?!" Sally said annoyed.

"Your job considering how incompetent you are at it." Sherlock responded walking right past her.

Walking up to a small fountain in the middle of the cemetery, a few trees around it. Sherlock asked "this is where they supposedly vanished?"

"Yeah. We found the girls bag with an ID in it right next to the tree and a backpack 8 feet from that with the boys' ID. Which we bagged for evidence. Other than that nothing. Do you have any theories?" The detective inspector asked.

"Four so far. Four drum beats." Sherlock said inspecting the ground around where girls bag would have been.

"Sorry what about drums?" John asked confused.

"I didn't say anything about drums."

"I thought-never mind I must have heard wrong."

"Angels. Angels in the cemetery. Manhattan. Alright two theories."

"What are you talking about 'angels'?" Lestrade asked stepping closer to Sherlock.

"I didn't say- angels. Angels have the phone box." Hunching over Sherlock grabbed at his hair mumbling those words over and over.

"Sherlock what's wrong?" John asked crouching next to him getting more worried by the minute.

"What the hell is going on?!" Lestrade demanded sounding panicked. Glancing over he saw a few of the officers getting closer. "Hey back off! Now!" He shouted at them as they now went back to whatever tasks they were doing before.

"John!" Sherlock shouted as he pushed himself up and latched on to the front of Johns sweater. "I- I need you to call Mycroft." He said reaching up and clutching his head with one hand.

"I yeah of course." He said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Sherlock what-"

"Don't ask. Please." Looking down John saw Sherlock looking more distressed Than he'd ever seen him.

"Yes? Is this important, I have somewhere to be?" Mycroft answered from the other end.

"Sherlock's hurt."

"He gets himself hurt on cases all the time. I didn't get a call from the hospital so why is this time important enough to call for a phone call?"

No. His head. Something- he keeps saying things that don't make sense. He told me to call you."

"Put him on."

"Just tell me-"

"Now!"

John handed the phone to Sherlock and he Slowly put it up to his ear trying to keep his hands from shaking.

"Sherlock Listen to me breathe. Slowly."

"I am breathing you idiot."

"What level is it?"

"Four maybe five."

"Alright what was the case? tell me about your case."

"The case had angels. Don't blink. Blink and you're dead."

"No." Mycroft said calmly from the other end. "Ok Sherlock tell me about something else. Anything."

"He's coming. the magic man is coming. Others are too but I can't see them not like I can see him."

"Sherlock he's not real. Did you go off your medication again?"

"I hate the pills. They make everything seem dull and washed out."

sighing Mycroft said. "They help you to keep this from happening."

"I'm tired Mycroft. He's coming. The Ponds are coming. And something new." Sherlock mumbled as his eyes slowly shut. John took the phone out of his hand and saw Mycroft had already hung up.

"Why the bloody hell was that?" Lestrade asked.

"I have no idea." John replied.

Utah

Salt Lake City airport

2:25 p.m.

POV : Third person

"Yes ok. Thank you." Sam said as he and Dean walked through the terminal gate. "Ok 15 minutes till our flight. You wanna call Cas?"

"Why do I got a call him?" Dean asked. "It's not like he only-"

"Just call him we're gonna be late." Sam interrupts.

Dean sits down at the chairs outside of the gate and says. "Fine. Ah. Oh Castiel I pray to thy that he gets his feathery ass down here."

"Why do you always comment on my 'ass' when you pray to me?" Cas asked tilting his head.

Sputtering Dean said. "I don't- I do not-"

"Ahem. Guys plane?" Sam said looking between them. Standing up and grabbing his bag Dean said. "Yeah alright. My baby's with Bobby and we'll get supplies there right?"