Chapter 5

John woke early. They had a million things to attend to before he fell into bed a mere three hours before. Undoubtedly, Sherlock was still awake and added a few more hundred to the list.

He groaned and stretched, slipping on his dressing gown and walked down to the living room.

Sherlock was seated near the couch, legs crossed and in what looked to be deep thought.

As John opened his mouth to speak, Sherlock turned to look at him, placing his finger over his lips and motioning to the couch. Molly was there. And Sherlock obviously didn't want her rest disturbed.

Curious, John thought.

Beside the chair were two of the books he had requested from Lestrade. On the other side of the chair was a large stack of more.

"You read two books in three hours? " John said as quietly as he could.

"Yes. They aren't long. We have to know as much as we can about what we are up against. "

As John tilted his head to look at the covers of the two books read, he noticed Dean was first and formost on the cover.

"By up against, do you mean the demons, or Dean? "
"What are you on about? "

John sat down and chuckled.

"You can't admit it, can you? "

"Admit what? "
"Molly. She's here. Surely Mycroft or Lestrade could have looked after her. She seems to have developed a twisted sort of friendship with that Meg woman, who certainly looks like she could take on a few. "
"She's staying here. Thats the end of it. I put Molly in danger. I am responsible for her safety. "
"And that means as far as you can get her from Winchester? "
"Do shut up about that. "

Sherlock was spared from more comments by his phones vibration. It was from Mycroft.

Car will be picking you up in half past the hour. Be ready. Long drive ahead. - MH

Sherlock, John and a groggy Molly slid into the black car. Sherlock went on alert immediately, as they were not the cars only riders. Across the seat from them were Sam and Dean. Dean wore sunglasses, had a large coffee in his hand but looked about to nod off. Sam looked at each of them in turn and gave them each an apologetic smile.

"Good morning. Sorry about my brother. He's not used to the time difference. "

"Quite...understandable. " John said trying to sound friendly, while keeping an eye on Sherlock.

Molly warmed to Sam's smile.

"So... " She decided to start the conversation. It was a long drive, after all.

" From what I learned from Meg, you and Dean are ...hunters? "
"Yeah. "
"How long have you been? "
"All my life, and most of Deans. "
"Seriously? How does THAT happen? How does ANYONE become... that... especially children? "
"Well, there isn't a college course on it. Its usually something people get into when... "
"When? " John listened in rapt attention, still watching Sherlocks seemingly bored expression.

"When something bad happens to someone they love. Our friend Bobby, he got into it because a demon possessed his wife, and he was forced to kill her. "
"How awful! " Molly felt true sympathy for a man she'd never met. " And you? "
"Its kind of a family business, it turns out. On our mom's side. But we didn't know that till more recently. Our father brought us up in this. "
"Why? "
"A demon killed our mother. " Sam sat back, afriad of saying too much.

"And your girlfriend. " SHerlock finally spoke.

Sam looked at him briefly, swallowed and nodded.

"She was possessed? " John asked, facinated.

"No, he killed her the same as he did our mother. Forced her onto the ceiling in front of me and... "
"Set her on fire. " Sherlock finished.

Dean seemed to come out of his coma then.

"None of which has ANYTHING to do with this case. That demon is dead. Gone. End of story. We are after Crowley. "

"How did you kill it? " John asked.

"A special gun made by Samuel Colt. It can kill anything but 5 things in creation. "

"Which are? " Molly asked

"We aren't completely sure on all of them. "
"Where is the gun now? "
"We aren't sure. "

Sherlock snorted.

"Well, then that information is quite unhelpful. Lets stick to useful information, shall we? "

During the rest of the drive, Sam and Dean filled...mostly John and Molly... in on everything they could up to that point.

"So... " John sat back and sighed. "What we have to figure out is a connection between Moriarty and Crowley. Now, IF Moriarty is or was possessed, how do we go about getting rid of him and his ...network, permanently. "
"We have to figure that out. We have people in the states working out some details. We just need to find clues as to Crowley's location...now. Then hopefully Sherlock can figure our where he went. Maybe even the connection. " Sam said, looking hopeful doe eyes at Sherlock.

Sherlock merely stared out the window.

Dean shifted uncomfortably.

"Sam, you said Mycroft was going to have everything we need available. How is he going to manage to get stuff it takes us MONTHS to get ahold of, and we have the help of an angel. "
"Mycroft has...ways. " Molly said, smiling at Dean. He returned the smile and gave her a wink, which made her blush.

Sherlock didn't take his eyes off the side of the road, but DID shift in his seat a little closer to his pathologist. A move that was not missed by Dean, who chuckled.

They finally arrived at thier destination. It was a very old house literally in the middle of nowhere.

Mycroft met the car.

"Why are we so far out from town? " John asked.

"We must plan. The farther we are from the center, the less we will be observed. You're supplies you requested are inside the house. "
"You got all of it in one night? " Dean asked, doubtfully.

"You honestly think all these ... items... originated in your country? " Mycroft graced him with an arched brow. " At any rate, I am assured you left out one piece of your armor which I am told is quite necessary, though I am not certain why. I had it flown at great trouble over the night. It should be here before long. "
"What armor? " Sam asked.

Mycroft merely smiled at him.

"I also took the liberty of setting up a connection to the weather circuits. It will track...these ...omens you spoke of, Sam. Perhaps that will help. "
"You can do that? " Sam looked dumbfounded.
"You will find, that there is a great many things at my disposal. "

Sam opened his mouth to ask, but a sudden sound of revved engine interrupted him.

They all spun around at the sight of a sleek black Impala screech to a halt just feet from the group. Meg came out of the drivers seat, and leaned against the door with a twinkle in her eye.

"So... You boys ready to play? "