Dean could barely stand to be in the same room as Sam. He stepped out of the warehouse, but even from inside, he could hear his brother screaming for help he had no way of giving him. And it was all his fault. Nothing was worse.

He wearily wiped his eyes and winced at the oncoming headache.

"The holy water is nearly out." Castiel said. Dean whipped around to find he had appeared a few feet behind him. He nodded.

"Good." He said. He looked up at him dependently. "You think he's gonna be… okay?"

"All signs say he'll live." He said. "And I've been… healing him as much as I can, but there's not much I can really do." Dean nodded in understanding and swallowed.

Of course, the angel just had to show up when his eyes started to get misty. He stared up at the sun and sighed, hoping they'd dry as he turned around, away from the angel.

"Dammit…" He hissed.

"Do not blame yourself, Dean." The angel said. "You never wanted this, I'm sure."

"No but I did." He said softly. "I wanted him cured, and I wanted it whatever the cost!" He sighed and shook his head, tears threatening to fall. "God, I was so damn stupid…"

Castiel paused, considering what to say. He liked humans, and so far, he liked Dean. He wasn't going to go out of his way, but he wasn't enjoying seeing him upset.

"Your brother is… improving." he said through a sigh. "His fever has gone down, and he's calmed down a bit."

Dean didn't respond, just nodded. "Thanks," He told him genuinely. Although it seemed like no matter how he tried, it sounded like it was sarcastic, so he added, "Really."

"You're welcome," Castiel responded.

"I should never get so pissed at him…" Dean said, more to himself than the angel behind him. "Every time I do I just do something stupid and… Sam seems to mistake making me feel better with making him feel worse." He whispered softly, entirely to himself. "He's just gonna keep hurting himself unless I'm more careful… I keep forgetting I still gotta watch over him… things got so bad and I forgot task number one…" He shook his head. "I can't believe I-"

He stopped dead short. The air was quiet, no not that, seemingly dead silent. The distant screaming he had nearly gotten used to had… stopped. He listened for a while before he heard calling from inside.

"Hello…?" It was Sam. He was okay. "Is… is anyone…? There…?"

Dean turned on his heel and darted into the building, Cas following more slowly after. Dean sighed with relief to see his brother had stopped screaming and started looking around in confusion. He took a step closer and kneeled down in front of Sam. "Sammy… Sammy, it's me, I'm here." He said. Sam winced, leaning back and straining to see what was just in front of him.

"Dean…" He whispered weakly.

"Yeah, it's me, Sammy, I'm here." Dean said. He leaned forward. Just being near Sam got him soaked with sweat, but still he let him fall into his arms as he pulled out a knife and cut the ropes behind him. Freed from the ropes, he collapsed weakly atop him, and Dean helped to haul him up again. He sat beside him, one arm around his shoulders and one hand supporting his chest. "Sam, look," He said nodding to the I.V. bag. It was empty, the last of the water going tube going up into the I.V. and vanishing forever. Dean smiled encouragingly up at Sam. "It's over," He said.

Sam smiled weakly, breathing heavily, each exhale more of a sigh than a breath. "It's over…" He repeated weakly. Then, his eyes shut peacefully, and he leaned back in the chair, a smile over his face. "It's over…" He muttered repeatedly to himself. "It's over… it's over…" Dean smiled in relief as well, gently removing the I.V. from his brother's arm and letting it clatter to the ground.

"Don't you ever do that to me again!" he told his brother. He knew he hadn't listened or heard, but he didn't say it again.

Castiel was waiting beside the two brothers who were panting in relief, just watching them. Suddenly, a dizzy spell passed through and he could feel the time approached. He put his hand to his head and swayed slightly.

"We have to go." he said immediately, panic beginning to brush over his senses. Dean scowled up at him.

"Are you kidding? He can barely walk!" He said.

"I know, but we don't have the time to spare."

"He just barely got better!" Dean shouted.

"This is happening now, Dean!" Castiel shouted back.

The body of Sherlock hurried back down the hall at a running pace to the cage of Lucifer, stopping as soon as he reached the bars. He stopped right at the end, his gentle smile still there, and he held one of the metal rungs. Lucifer emerged from his shadow again, a curious smile across his face.

"Moriarty," he identified. "Why are you possessing Sherlock Holmes?"

Moriarty gave an animated shrug. "I needed him out of the way, sir." He said.

"For what, exactly?" He replied suspiciously. Moriarty smirked.

"For this," he said. Then he reached rapidly through the bars and took hold of Lucifer's shirt. His eyes held no fear, only annoyance.

"What are you-"

Before he could make a move, the path of flowing maroon smoke transferred from the mouth of Sherlock into Lucifer, and Moriarty had switched vessels. Both the bodies fell to the floor.

The first to rise was the body of Lucifer. Only it wasn't quite the body of Lucifer. It wasn't made of the same shadow that the Devil was, easily able to slip back into the shade of darkness. This soul was glowing black, with such immense power it could visibly be seen. His eyes were aglow with red.

Sherlock rose shortly after, back within himself again. He looked up at the far beyond human creature, glowing with red and black, shimmering and somehow illuminating the shadows with a deeper darkness. Sherlock shivered. Oh god. It didn't take his intellect to find this was the worst possible outcome.

For a long time, the monster didn't move. Finally, it slowly looked down and opened its hand, finger by finger, inch by inch, then, at the same monotonous speed, closed it again. Knowing how to move, it turned slowly forward with a gentle smile on its face. In a rapid movement, it raised its hand and struck the bar to the gate of Hell. Sherlock was hurled across the cold ground, and it seemed as though all of Hell had experienced a one-second earthquake. Sherlock tried to stand, but he struck it again. And once more.

At this point the bar was broken away, and clattered across the floor. The entity casually stepped out of the cage.

"Oh… this is going to be good…" It said in a soft, excited voice that seemed to echo off the walls. Sherlock's heart raced as its eyes trailed across the room to finally met up with his. He tried to scramble backwards only to find a pair of ankles behind him. His head whipped up; the demon had already appeared behind him. "That's not gonna work Sherlock," It taunted. He shivered. There was no doubting it; this was Moriarty. With the power of… a god. A devil. Not to mention so much more. The demon grabbed him by the collar and easily picked him up off the ground, raising him into the air.

"Let's get this party started, shall we?" He whispered, peering into Sherlock's eyes. Then, he bent down and jumped up, hitting against and breaking through the ceiling. Sherlock couldn't see anything, but he could feel the hot friction of the dirt against his skin. He could feel himself climbing out of Hell like he had once before.

Sam nearly fell completely onto Dean as soon as they had appeared with Castiel to the place where it would happen. Cas peered outward into the field, where the wind was starting to pick up and the ground was starting to shake. He turned up to the sky and shouted,

"It has begun!"

Dean fell down with Sam and sat with him on the grass. He shouldn't have been moved; his head was already aching like he was having a migraine. Dean could feel the wind grow stronger as he held onto his brother, and when he looked up to the sky he could see something change. A sharp white point of light appeared amidst the blue like a star during the day.

"It's started Sammy," He shouted over the wind. "The angels are coming!"

As soon as Lucifer was above the ground, Sherlock was thrown brutally aside. He panted when he hit the ground, feeling an intense pain in his chest that was probably his ribs breaking. He gasped for air in the deafening wind, trying to look up at the mess he'd started without his eyes tearing up. It was even worse on Earth; you could clearly see the red and black halo surrounding the demon, and the shining in his eyes. But something else was happening, the air around him was getting brighter. He looked up for a moment to see a blinding white light hurtling towards Earth, but looked away as soon as he had. It was as bright as the sun.

He stared up at the creature, rising up, laughing to himself. It grinned, mad with power, laughing hysterically at the plans it had for mankind. But as it looked up, it stopped.

Dean peered out into the chaos that was a ways away. Even from this distance, he could see the dark figure of Sherlock Holmes tossed against the ground. He turned to Cas.

"Hey! Hey, I have to get him! He helped us!" He shouted over the wind.

"Dean, it is too dangerous at this point!" Castiel shouted back.

"No, I have to do this!" Whatever the angel said after that, he wasn't listening. He fought against the wind and stood, which he found was blowing away from the event, charging in to save the maniac he had worked with for so long.

Sherlock stared up and saw the creature had stopped laughing. It was looking up; looking up in fear and shock. It growled for a moment, before a long red cloud streamed out of its mouth just as soon as the white light was about to come down. The cloud passed right by Sherlock, pulling him away like a class 5 hurricane and getting inside his lungs and making him gasp. It was so thick it blinded him from all his surroundings and all he could see was the smoke. His eyes watered. He tried to move, but wasn't strong enough.

"I'll be back, Sherlock!" The voice of his arch enemy cried furiously from all sides. "Don't you dare think that I won't!"

Suddenly, a hand breached the smoke and grabbed his. Sherlock's head flipped around to see Dean, fighting against the wind and smoke. "Sherlock!" He called. "Let's go!" Sherlock only waited a moment before pulling himself out of the smoke which passed and plunged into the ground. He gasped as soon as it was gone, but didn't have time to catch his breath. Dean was dragging him along the long plain, away from the blinding white light he could see out of the corner of his eyes. There was no time for looking back.

At that point the winds were so strong, there was barely a need to run, they were practically toppling over. Panting and sweating, their muscles burning they were both using all the stamina they had just to stay standing and stay walking. Finally, they made it back to Cas and Sam.

"Is that all you had to do?!" Cas called to Dean. He was standing easily straight up, the harsh winds easily ignored by his angelic strength. Dean nodded.

"Yes!" He shouted. "Now let's get out of here!" He walked over to Sam and grabbed his wrist, and Sherlock fell down beside Dean. Castiel touched both Sherlock and Dean on the forehead and all four of them were gone.