A/N: Okay, so for this chapter I was trying to be original. The idea for this chapter came from the story china doll. I hope you like it.

Chapter 2:

Sam and Deanna drove into town in Deanna's 'baby' as she'd taken to calling it. Deanna had been whining the whole trip. Sam assumed that it was probably something to do with the lack of sleep she'd had. Or perhaps she was still mad at Sherlock about whatever it is that has made her mad at him in the first place.

"Sammy! Why are we here?"

"Because Sherlock found a case for us here."

"It's probably just some serial killer or something. We hunt monsters Sammy, not people!"

"Look, we should at least check it out."

Deanna let out a loud groan. She glared at Sam. Sam gave her the puppy dog eyes and her anger melted away.

"Fine!"

Sam and Deanna sat in silence for the rest of the drive. They arrived at the motel Sherlock was staying in after about half an hour of uncomfortable silence. They left the car and knocked on the door of Sherlock's room.

As they were waiting for Sherlock to answer Deanna hissed at Sam "This case better be good Sam."

Before Sam could respond to her Sherlock opened the door. He didn't say anything just motioned for them to come inside. Sam and Deanna stepped inside the motel room. Inside there were newspaper clippings all over the walls. The ground was littered with books. How Sherlock could get around in this place they had no clue.

"So, Sherlock..." Sam said awkwardly looking around the room. "Nice place you've got here."

Sherlock payed no attention to him and fumbled around with some of the books. He was obviously looking for one in particular but couldn't find it in that mess he was temporarily calling home.

"What are you looking for? Maybe we could help you find it."

Deanna seemed repulsed by Sam's suggestion but didn't say anything about it. Sherlock ignored his suggestion and continued looking. Just when Sam was going to ask if he wanted help again Sherlock found what he'd been looking for.

He opened it and skimmed through it. Suddenly he slammed the book down onto a table. He seemed ecstatic. Sam and Deanna watched him confused.

"Should we leave?"

"I don't know, Deanna."

Sherlock looked up from the book and at the two.

"Sorry, I was trying to figure out where John could've gone. I forgot that you two were coming."

"It's no big deal. So what's this case you called us about?"

"Right. The case. Two days ago two siblings parents were killed."

"There are loads of things that could've caused them to die. Are you sure that it's really our kind of thing?"

"I'm certain of it."

Deanna twisted uncomfortably before saying "Ok, if you're sure."

Sam and Deanna left Sherlock to do whatever it was that he was doing. They went outside back to the impala and drove out to the crime scene. The drive to the scene was spent in silence. When they arrived at the scene they got out of the car and walked towards the crime scene, FBI badges in hand.

A young boy around the age of fifteen was being interrogated by the police when they arrived. They walked up to them and said "FBI, we'll take it from here."

The police officers nodded and walked off to some other part of the house. Sam and Deanna sat down across from the boy.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Matt Smith."

"Well Matt, can you tell us what happened the night your parents died?"

"Nothing really happened, it was just a normal night. I found them in the morning lying dead in their bed. I went upstairs to tell my sister, Lucy. She didn't take it well and cried about how it was all her fault even though it wasn't. It wasn't either of our faults."

"Did your parents have any enemies?"

"Nope."

"Have you seen or felt anything weird around your house lately? Such as cold spots or objects moving randomly?"

"No."

"Hey Matt, you mentioned a sister. Would you mind if we talked to her?"

Matt hesitated before saying "I guess so."

Before leaving Sam turned to the kid and said "By the way, we're really sorry for your loss. You brave little soldier."

Matt just stared at him with a huge wtf expression. Sam smiled and followed Deanna out of the room.

Sam and Deanna walked around the house trying to find Lucy's room. When they eventually found it they heard crying coming from inside the room. Sam lightly know on the door. From the other side of the door a weak voice answered back "Go away."

"Please Lucy could you let us in? We're from the FBI, we just want to talk to you."

The door creeped open a little. A young girl who appeared around the age of 10 peeked out of it.

"You just want to talk?" She asked anxiously.

"Just talk."

Lucy nodded and opened the door for them. Sam and Deanna stepped inside. Lucy looked terrible. She had blonde hair that had become messy. Her eyes were red from crying. Deanna knelt down to her level and put her hand on Lucy's shoulder.

"Lucy, can you look at me?"

Lucy's red rimmed eyes met Deanna's. Deanna smiled at her and she visually seemed to relax a bit more. "It's all going to be okay Lucy. I promise you."

Lucy weakly nodded. Deanna stood up from her position beside Lucy and said to her "No matter what happened, it wasn't your fault."

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Lucy, can you tell me what happened that night?"

"Well, my mum had just bought me this doll. I loved the doll with all my heart. She was beautiful. I called it Kitty. At night I set her down in the living room before going to bed I woke up around midnight to the sound of a voice."

"What did the voice sound like?"

"It sounded like a little girl's it was all dainty and innocent."

"What did it say?"

"China doll, china doll in your parent's room. Now they're dead."

"What happened next Lucy?"

"I was too afraid to go in and check. My brother came up in the morning and told me. I ran in to check for myself and I found my doll beside the bed covered in blood. It was the doll I'm telling you! She did it. Please, just get rid of her."

"Okay, Lucy. We will."

"Thank you.'

Lucy turned away from them and faced her bedroom wall.

Sam and Deanna left Lucy's room and went into the bedroom where the parents had been killed. The sheets of their bed were soaked in blood. The bodies had been removed but the rest of the scene was still preserved. Sitting beside the bed was the china doll that Lucy had talked about.

The doll had blonde hair which had become mattered by blood. Other than that it seemed like any old ordinary doll. Deanna picked it up and looked it over.

"Seems like an ordinary doll to me."

"Ordinary or not, we promised Lucy we'd get rid of it."

Deanna held the doll far away from her and left the house. Sam followed behind.

"What do we do with it?"

"I don't know, should we salt and burn it?"

"Yeah, sure. This thing is giving me the creeps."

"It's just a doll, Deanna."

"Yeah but it's an ugly doll. I don't get why girls like these things so much. I mean like seriously. What do you even do with them?"

"You play with them.'

"Of course you'd know that Sammy. You probably have a secret collection of these hideous things."

"You're a jerk, you know that?"

"Well you're a bitch. Let's just get rid of this thing, okay? If I have to hold it another second I think I might kill myself."

"But you look so pretty with it."

"I'm seriously considering killing you right now."

"Fine, I'll stop."

When they got somewhere that was out of sight they chucked the doll to the went through their usual salt and burn routine. Once the doll was burned they went back to the motel.

At the motel Sherlock was hunched over his laptop. "Oh, you're back, How'd it go?"

"Fine, I think we sorted it out."

"That's good. Now if you don't mind I have some theories to test."

"Theories about what?"

Sherlock looked at him with a 'what are you stupid?' look. "Where John disappeared to." He then muttered idiots under his breath.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Molly Hooper's number. Sam looked at him questionably and asked "What are you doing?"

"Making a phone call now shut up."

He listened as the phone began the rhythmic beeping sound. On the 3rd bleep Molly picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello Molly, it's Sherlock."

"Sherlock? Why are you calling me?"

"John's gone missing and before he disappeared he mentioned something about wanting to 'catch up' with you. Have you seen him?"

"As a matter of fact I have. He came and visited me last week, I was surprised you weren't with him though." Molly's voice held a tone of sadness but Sherlock ignored it.

"Did he say anything about where he was going."

"No sorry. Good luck finding him."

"Thanks Molly."

"You're welcome Sherlock."

Sherlock hung up the phone and let out a loud sigh. Before he could begin 'researching' (or as it was to Sam and Deanna running himself into the ground) again Sam got out a big Cluedo board and decided that they were all going to play Cluedo.

The Cluedo game did not end well. Sam had managed to win despite Sherlock's protests.

"No! The victim must've done it! It's the only logical explanation of all the facts."

After his outburst Deanna had told him "It's not in the rules."

Sherlock stabbed a knife into the cluedo board and shouted "Well then the rules are wrong!"

After the disaster of a cluedo game they all decided that they should probably go to bed and get some sleep.

The next morning Sherlock and Sam were awoken by Sam's ringtone which was carry on my wayward son. Sam groggily got up and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this the FBI agent that was at the Smith crime scene yesterday?"

"Yes." Sam answered perking up a little.

"There's been another murder, this time the brother."

"Alright, we'll be there soon."

"Thanks."

Sam threw a pillow at Deanna. "Wake up, we've got a case."

Deanna rolled over away from Sam and muttered "Just 5 more minutes Sammy."

Sam went over to her bed and grabbed her wrist pulling her to the floor. "No, now!"

Deanna reluctantly got up from the floor and got dressed into her FBI clothes. She spent the whole car ride to the scene moaning about how Sam had interrupted her 'beauty sleep'. When Sam and Deanna eventually arrived at the Smith household they were greeted by a very stressed looking police officer. He ran his hand through his hair.

"Could you try talking to Lucy Smith? We can't get a word out of her."

"Sure thing, where is she?"

"Upstairs in her room."

Deanna nodded and began walked up the stairs. Sam followed. When they got to her room they opened the door to find her curled up on the bed crying. A police officer and someone from the CPS were trying to talk to her but she was refusing to listen. She was practically bawling her eyes out.

Deanna went up to the people and said "Mind if we give it a shot?"

"Knock yourselves out., we'll be downstairs if you need anything."

Once they were alone with Lucy Deanna sat on next to her on her bed and ran a hand through her hair like Mary used to do for her when she was little. Lucy sniffled then looked up at her.

"You said you'd get rid of her. You lied to me, Kitty came back and she killed my brother. She did it the exact same way as she did for mum and dad too. You told me you'd get rid of her, how can she be back?"

"We don't know Lucy, but we'll figure it out."

"I just want them to be alive again."

"I know. Do you have anyone you can stay with?"

"My uncle but he lives out of town."

"Any friends?"

"No, can I stay with you for the night?"

"We'll see, okay?"

"Okay."

Deanna took Lucy down the stairs and saw the police officers lounging around.

"Would it be okay if we took Lucy in for the night? Her uncle can't take her until tomorrow and she has nowhere else to stay."

"Yeah, I'm sure that'll be fine."

Lucy smiled at Deanna and she couldn't help smiling back. They went out to Deanna's car and Lucy gaped in awe at it.

"Wow, cool car."

"I know right? How would you like to ride in it?"

"Are you serious? I'd love to."

Deanna smiled at her and helped her into the car. Sam smirked at the display. Deanna caught him and said "Shut up."

Sam held up his hands in surrender and took his seat in the car. After Deanna had sorted Lucy out she too took her seat. Once the car started ACDC was blasting out of the speakers at full volume. Sam hated Deanna's music taste and thought it was completely inappropriate for a 10 year old girl. Neither Deanna or Lucy seemed to care as they bobbed their heads along to the music.

When they finally arrived back at the motel they got out of the car. As they were walking up to the motel Sam dropped down to Lucy's height and said "Now Lucy, we have a friend staying with us. His name's Sherlock, he can be a little intimidating at times but underneath he's a good guy."

Lucy nodded. When they walked into the motel room they heard the sound of Sherlock's beautiful violin playing. Lucy looked around the motel before running up to Sherlock and saying (more like shouting) hi at him. Sherlock stopped his violin playing at looked at Sam for explanation because he and Deanna still seemed to be avoiding eye contact as well as each other.

"Sherlock this is Lucy, Lucy that's Sherlock."

"Why's she here?"

"Her parents and brother died and her uncle can't take her in until tomorrow so she's staying here for the night."

Sherlock frowned at them. But then shrugged.

"Okay then."

Sherlock began playing the violin again, Lucy seemed to adore his music. She stood and watched him as he played. Deanna went out to a bar for a bit to get a beer. Sam grabbed his laptop and began playing online chess while keeping a conscious eye on Lucy.

At around 8pm Deanna came back through the door with a thick wad of cash. She was smiling looking very pleased with herself. She placed it on the table and flopped down onto her bed. Lucy who had been previously talking to Sherlock came over to Deanna.

"Hi."

"Hey short stuff. How's it going?"

"Good, Sherlock was teaching me about music."

Deanna looked over at Sherlock and ran a hand awkwardly down the back of her neck. "That's nice."

Sam began edging away from his laptop. He was as pale as a ghost. Deanna went over to him. "Sammy, are you okay?"

"Did we always have that doll in the window?" Sam said pointing over towards a window.

On the other side of the window sat Lucy's doll. The doll was holding a knife and had demonic black eyes. It's hair was still stained with blood but it now had a evil smile plastered on it's face.

Deanna, Sam and Sherlock all looked at each other before whispering "Demon."

It was the black eyes that gave it away. The doll had somehow been possessed by a demon. None of them had heard of that being possible before now. They watched as the doll slowly began breaking the window open. Then they heard the sound of glass shattering and knew that Kitty as Lucy had called it had broken through.

They didn't even have time to blink before Kitty was right on top of them, trying to stab them. Lucy was frozen to the spot with panic. Sam who was currently not being attacked rushed to protect her in case Kitty decided to attack her instead. Currently Kitty was busy with Sherlock and Deanna and hadn't yet noticed Lucy.

Sam took a deep breath and decided to go with their current theory that somehow 'Kitty' had become possessed by a demon and began an exorcism.

"Exorcizamus te, Omnis Immundus Spiritus."

Kitty seemed to suddenly notice him and lunged at him with the knife. Deanna stood up and continued the exorcism.

"Omnis Satanica Potestas, Omnis Incursio Infernalis Adversarii."

Kitty turned to her but as she did so Sam grabbed her and said

"Omnis Congregatio et Secta Diabolica. Ergo Draco Maledicte, Ut Ecclesiam Tuam Secura, Tibi Facias Libertate Servire."

Kitty broke free of him and tried to attack him again. Deanna finished the exorcism.

"Te Rogamus, Audi ois bitch!"

Sherlock, Sam and Lucy all stared at her.

"What?"

Sherlock facepalmed and said "It's pronounced audi nos!"

With that a whole heap of black smoke vacated the doll and it fell harmlessly to the floor. Lucy who was watching the whole scene fainted at the sight. Deanna picked her up and placed her on the bed.

Lucy didn't come to until the next morning. Sam and Deanna were out when she woke up and Sherlock was reading a book.

"Sherlock?"

"Oh you're awake. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah I feel fine."

"Don't lie to me."

"How did you know I was lying?"

"I didn't know I noticed."

Lucy realised that Sherlock probably wasn't going to explain what he meant. "It's weird to think that demons are real. That there really are monsters lurking out there in the dark."

"You'll get used to it."

"I don't think I want to. I mean you three you faced that demon like that's your day job. It is, isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

"I don't want that life. Lifes too short for me to try and seek revenge, I just want to forget this whole thing ever happened."

"So you'll just walk away?"

"Yes, I will."

"Okay, call me if you need anything though." He said handing her a card with his number on it.

She looked at it and put it in her pocket. She smiled at him and said "By the way Sherlock, I think it's about time that you and Deanna made up don't you think?"

"How did you know we were fighting?"

"You're not the only one who notices things." Sherlock smiled at her fondly. She continued "Seriously Sherlock, lifes too short to hold a grudge. Just forgive each other and move on."

Just as she finished her point Deanna came into the room with Lucy's uncle in tow. As soon as she saw him she ran up and hugged him. He hugged her back. Her uncle began leading her out the door and as he did she waved back at Deanna. "I'll never forget you."

Deanna waved to her as well and said back to her "I'll never forget you either." Deanna turned around back to Sherlock. She tried to step past him to get her bags but he was determined to block her way.

"We need to talk."

"Do we have to?"

"Deanna." He said sternly. Deanna rolled her eyes but didn't protest. "We need to stop fighting. Lucy told me that life's too short to not forgive someone. It's about time we forgave each other, don't you think?"

"I don't think I can ever forgive you for what you did."

"At least try."

"I can't Sherlock."

"For goodness sake Deanna! Are you still made about what I said about 'your baby'." Sherlock made air quotes as he said the words your baby.

"I can forgive you for that. But what you did can never be forgiven."

"I understand, but let's at least stop the fighting, for Sam's sake."

"Alright, but I'm only doing this for Sam."

Sherlock rolled his eyes as Deanna pushed past him and grabbed her bag. He watched as she walked out the door to Sam. They got into the impala and drove off to their next adventure. He couldn't help but smiling at them, after all, they were practically family to him.

Meanwhile in hell...

Once the demon known as 'Kitty' had been exorcised she arrived once again in hell. She knew she was stuffed, she had failed. Her master was going to be very mad at her. She went up to him.

"I'm sorry."

"Kitty, do you realise what you've cost us?"

"Yes sir."

"You failed in your mission. Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you now."

"I found something. The older male... John Watson. He's not with them anymore, I don't know where he's gone."

"Very interesting, but you still failed to kill the remaining ones."

"Yes I know. Just give me another chance."

Her boss shook his head and snapped his fingers. Just like that Kitty was gone. He turned to another demon and smiled at her. "Well Meg, it looks like you're up."

"I won't let you down." She smiled at him and her eyes turned black. This was going to be fun.