Chapter Three

It took a while to pry Dean's hands off his hand rest. While trying to do so, Sam talked to him.

"Ok, so... I talked to Mr. Holmes' assistant, John Watson for quite a while online last night.. The one who wrights the blog. He's actually a good guy. Gave me some of the background especially on this Moriarty guy. I definitely think he was either a demon or worked with one. John also warned me of a few of Mr. Holmes personality quirks, and a few other people that may be useful. "

With a pop, Dean's hands were free and they disembarked the plane.

"...And... " Sam continued, " ... If I didn't know better, I'd think Sherlock made a deal himself. The guy's crazy good. "

"Still isn't going to help much. Tell me, Sam, what the hell we are going to do without weapons. ANOTHER problem with flying. "

"We will have them...its been...arranged. "

oOo

They didn't get far out of the gate when they were approached by two large men in suits flanking a tall thinner man, looking very much the stereotypical English gent. Three piece suit, umbrella... the whole shot.

Dean gave pause, looking oddly at the fellow.

"You must be the Winchesters. " He said with a snarky smile.

Dean's brows came down and he opened his mouth, but Sam stepped in.

"...And you are Mycroft? "

"Indeed. I do hope you had a pleasant flight. I have brought a car that will be at your disposal during your stay here in Britain. Thought I would save you the time of precuring one by ...shall we say... less than legal means. Wouldn't do to draw any extra attentions to yourselves, now would it? " And without another word, he turned, with a single twirl and tap of his umbrella, he led the way.

Sam and Dean looked at each other before Sam gave a breathy chuckle.

"Ok, so want to tell me who this Mycroft guy is? " Dean asked already a bad mood brewing.

"Sherlock Holmes brother. John warned me about him. They say he IS the British government, but that he has a lot of ties in the states too. John insists his contacts will help us better than doing this on our own. "

"So... he's their Bobby? "

"Yeah... kinda... I guess. Look, Dean, John said we are going to need more help than just him and Sherlock. But Sherlock is going to be the main focus. Mycroft made the arrangements for our weapons. "

"Come on Sam, NOBODY is THAT well connected..."

"Apparently, this guy is. "

ooOoo

Across London, Molly awakens.

She is laying on her couch, HOPING she was waking from a really crazy dream. But no. The woman, Meg... woman, was it? Well, she was still there. She was pacing the room. But that wasn't as disconcerting as the newest inhabitant of the flat. A kind faced gentlemen in an overcoat sat opposite her, his head tilted. His eyes showed nothing but sympathy.

"Miss Hopper. I know this is all very surprising to you. "

"Understatement. "

"Well, yes. But I assure you, we don't mean you any harm. "

"She's...really... "

"Yes. "

"So...are you? "

"I am an angel. "

"Right. So I have an angel and a demon in my living room. Sounds like the start of a bad joke. "

"No, this is quite serious. "

Molly narrowed his eyes at her and she rolled hers.

"That was a joke, Clarence. " Meg leaned into him, then winked at Molly.

"So, you are the angel...Clarence? "

"No. My name is Castiel. "

"But she... "

"Nickname, Snooks. "

"Oh. Right... "

"I hate to have to rush you through this, but I fear there isn't much time to waste. " Castiel continued. He explained in as much of a long story short as he could manage, explaining about what really goes bump in the night, and what led up to their being there.

It was too much for Molly. She shook her head in denial.

"Molly... " Castiel leaned forward and took her hands in his larger ones. " You have a deep strength in you. I saw that years ago, when your father was sick. You stayed strong for him. Now Sherlock needs you to be strong for him. "

"How did you... right. Angel. Did you... take him? "

"No. Reapers did. But he is indeed in a better place. That I can tell you. "

"Thank you. "

"So, why do you need me? Sherlock wouldn't need me for something like this. "

"That's where you are wrong. The Winchesters... "

"Brothers, right? "

"Right. Since they were children, their greatest strength is the love they have for each other. Its their bond. Its also the one thing that keeps them human. Tied to that bond. Otherwise, they might have lost their minds long ago. "

"I understand what you are saying. But... Sherlock has John for that. "

"True. But remember, Sam and Dean were raised into this. Its in their blood for generations. They were raised soldiers so to speak. John will fit that part of the bill. But Sherlock doesn't have that advantage so to speak. He has trouble with his sentimental aspects. Sam and Dean had their mother and then their father to urge them on in that respect. "

"No... he ... you don't understand. He faked his death... "

"I know about that. I'm sure this will all become clearer soon. Just... please do as we ask."

"It won't work. Sherlock doesn't feel for me. Not like that. "

"He feels more than he recognizes. I have read it in him. Molly, its simple. He needs you. "

Molly looked down at her hands and nodded.

"Am I in danger. "

"You could be. "

Molly straightened her shoulders and looked determined brown eyes at the angel.

"Where do we start? "

Meg knelt by her.

"A man like that isn't going to be easy. He's gonna have to work for it. "

ooOoo

On the way to Baker street, Mycroft got a text. After instructing the driver of a change of plans, he turned to Sam and Dean.

"We will have to settle you later. My men have stumbled across something that from my research might be your forte. "

"What happened? " Sam asked

"The text I received was from Detective Inspector Lestrade. You would have likely met him soon anyway. He has been made...aware...of you being here. And why. Had quite a laugh about it. Like someone was joking with him."

"Yeah, we get that a lot. " Dean said with a sneer.

"No no. Not for the reasons you think. Seems he knows all about you two, but thought you were works of fiction. He apparently has quite a collection of books by a Carver Edlund... "

"Great. " Dean rolled his eyes. "Well, what's the job? "

"No job, pe-say. All said and done. A suicide. Lestrade spoke to the man's family, and he was acting very peculiar for months. Then, one day he was his old self and had no recollection of any of it. Once he was told of some of his deeds...he killed himself. "

"Possession? " Sam looked at Dean.

"Could be. Could be anything. I think this Lestrade just wants to make sure we are real. So, he sends us on this wild goose chase. "

Mycroft gave Dean a mocking sneer.

"I think not. He had good reason to think this is the work of something inhuman. "

"And that is? " Sam asked.

"Well, first thing Lestrade noticed when he walked onto the scene was the distinct scent of sulfur... "

oOo

Molly was already in the morgue with her two guests when Sam and Dean arrived with Mycroft. With Meg's assistance, Molly looked far from the mousy little pathologist Mycroft was used to seeing. Her hair was down and falling in flattering waves. She had light makeup on and a blouse and trousers that fit...just so.

In the corner of the room was Sherlock and John. Sherlock was examining thing found near the body. He barely glanced up at the new arrivals.

Sam stepped forward, recognizing John from the blog.

"You must be John. I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean. "

Dean just nodded at the doctor as Sam shook his hand.

"So... what am I looking for? What are signs of being...possessed? " Molly broke the quiet. Dean rolled his eyes. Was EVERYONE in London going to be in on this? He turned around to the direction of the voice and his whole demeanor changed. He got a charming smile on his face and actually sauntered over to Molly.

"Well, hello. Now whats a pretty thing like you doing around dead people. "

Sherlock's eyes became slits as he watched the pathetically obvious display. Surely Molly was too intelligent to fall for some charm...

He immediately cut off his own thoughts before he could complete them.

Damn.

It was then that Sherlock looked at Molly. REALLY looked at her. Well, today at least. He didn't bother even acknowledging her presence when he arrived. Mistake. She looked beautiful. Images of her looking just as lovely as she writhed beneath him marched unwelcomingly into his mind.

"Molly, I need to speak with you...alone. " He said, walking up to her.

"But, I am in the middle of... "

"Now...Dr. Hooper. " He grabbed her arm and dragged her off into her office. As she was being pulled along she glanced at Meg who mouthed 'told you so' at her with a smile.

Dean got a "so I stepped on someone's ego' grin on his face. He turned to show off at the others in the room only to be met by unhappy stares.

He turned his attention back to the body. "Tough room " he muttered to himself.

oOo

"What did you want to talk to me about, Sherlock? I'm rather busy..." Molly asked

"So, I can see. Surely you are falling for that act. Anyone could deduce he's no good. He charms women to get what he wants... "

"Sounds familiar... "

"I...just don't want you...to... "

"To...what, Sherlock? What? Are you jealous? "

Sherlock snorted.

"Certainly not. "

"Then you don't mind if I just... "

"I DO MIND. "

"Why? "

Sherlock searched his considerable brain for a right answer. He couldn't find one.

"I really have to be getting back. " Molly said, her shoulders set lower than a moment before.

Just as she reached the knob, Sherlock's hands gripped her arms and spun her around. He took her mouth in a demanding kiss, and she responded instantly.

When he finally dragged his lips off hers, it was only by a matter of a breath.

"Because you want me. "

Molly looked him dead in the eye.

"But Sherlock...I've HAD you. "

With Sherlock staring after her, she swiftly carried herself from the room, a smirk of satisfaction on her lips.