A/N: *Guess who's back starts playing in the distance* Yep I'm back :) Yay... More greek mythology this chapter YAY. Sorry as I wrote this I was in Latin and doing Latin work and this just sorta happened so yeah that's where the mythology came from. Yay chapter begins now before I ramble on...

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or Supernatural :(

Chapter 21

It'd been awhile since Cas popped in unannounced. When they were walking back from the whole ordeal with Stheno Cas suddenly popped up in front of them causing Deanna to let out a colorful set of words.

"Jesus Cas! Don't do that!"

"I'm sorry Deanna, but I have something very important to tell you and I don't have much time."

"What is it?"

"The angels they're-" Before Cas could finish his sentence he disappeared.

"Cas?" Deanna questioned staring at the empty spot where the angel had once stood.

'He's gone Deanna." Sam said from beside her.

"But gone where?" Deanna asked.

Once they arrived back at the flat all thoughts of Castiel's disappearance left their minds. Standing at their door was none other than Anna. She looked awful, like she'd just been in a fight.

"Anna?" Sam asked upon seeing her.

"You know her?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah, she gave us that info on the last case."

Sam cautiously approached Anna, careful as not to scare her. "Anna, are you okay?"

"No." She said weakly.

"Let's go inside and you can tell us what happened."

"Alright."

Sam led Anna inside followed by the others. Once they'd made it up the stairs and into the flat Anna visually sagged.

"Anna?" Sam asked.

"Yeah Sam?"

"Tell us what happened."

"Well I have a case for you."

"A case?" Sherlock questioned from the other side of the room.

"No a lamppost! Yes a case!" She said sarcastically.

"Tell me everything." Sherlock said running over to her.

"Well I suppose I should start from the beginning..."

Anna had always been different. When she was three she'd avoided her father like the plague saying that he wasn't her real dad. Then a month ago she'd started hearing voices in her head. The first voice she heard clear as a bell said 'Deanna Watson has been saved.' Back then she didn't know the meaning of those words or even who the voices belonged to.

Now she does.

She ran away from home after seeing her parents faces twist into something truly horrifying. Since then she'd been on the streets. But the voices hadn't stopped. She later found out that she was tuning into angel radio. She would hear them talking.

The last message she'd heard had sent chills down her spine and she had no clue why.

"Anael has been found." The voice had said.

Who was Aneal? And why was it important that she'd been found? Anna had so many unanswered questions. She knew more than she should and she knew that it put a target on her back. But she never expected what the truth was.

Shortly after she'd helped Sam and Deanna a young girl had come up to her. The girl had long curly blonde hair. She carried a small box with her with resembled a jewellery box. The girl looked so innocent, she was anything but.

"Hello." The girl had said.

"Hi. Are you lost?" Anna had asked her.

The girl shook her head. "I'm not lost... Anna."

Anna took a step backwards in shock. "How do you know my name?"

The girl shrugged. "Do you want to see what's inside my box?" She asked suddenly.

Anna wanted to run away more than anything. She wanted to get as far away as possible from the girl with the box but she found herself oddly drawn to the box.

"Go on, take a look. I know you want to" The girl said.

Anna opened the box. She fell back in surprise as memories suddenly rushed her. All her negative emotions slammed into her at once. The girl smiled down at her and closed the box.

"Have fun with your memories Anna." She said as she left.

Anna was overwhelmed with all these memories. Suddenly she could remember everything. It was so strange. All of her thoughts from past and present connected together. She suddenly knew why she could tune into angel radio, why she could see the twisted faces of her parents.

She was a fallen angel.

Once Anna had told them what had happened they all stared at her wordlessly.

"You're an angel?" Deanna asked breaking the silence.

"Was an angel." Anna corrected. "I fell. Falling is the worst crime an angel can commit."

"Why would you give up being an angel to become of us?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Anna countered.

"We're just a bunch of miserable bastards. Confused and afraid."

"There's good things too. Things like loyalty, forgiveness and love."

"There's pain and guilt."

"Chocolate cake."

"Chocolate cake?" John repeated questionably.

"Yes, chocolate cake is amazing!"

"You got me there."

"Every emotion, even bad ones... are why I fell. It's why I'd give anything to not have to go back, anything!"

"Emotions are overrated."
"Beats being an angel."

"How's that possible? You guys are perfect." Sam stated.

"Exactly, perfect... like a marble statue. Cold and no choice but to obey."

Sherlock for some reason decided to interject at that point. "All right, now that we've established why Anna fell, can we get back to the case?"

"Yes."

After almost a hour of searching Sam suddenly asked "What are we actually looking for?" They all froze, none of them actually knew what they were looking for.

"I... don't know." John answered.

"Are we looking for the girl with the box or are we looking for something to do with Anna?"

"Good question..."

Sherlock chose that moment to speak up. "Alright let's do it this way.. Sam, you and Deanna look for whatever it is we need to find out about Anna. John and I will look for the girl."

"Okay."

Sam walked over to where Anna was sitting and sat down beside her.

"Hey Anna."

"Hello Sam."

"I was..." Sam began.

Sam was cut off by Anna shushing him. He tried to say more but Anna held her finger to her lips in the shh gesture. The others all stopped what they were doing and looked at the pair.

"Anna? What's going on?" Deanna asked from across the room.

"Shhh the angels are talking."

The room fell into silence as Anna listened in to whatever the angels were saying. She looked off into the distance, staring at nothing.

"What are they saying?" Sam asked.

"Deanna gives us Anael by midnight or we hurl her back to damnation."

"What!?" Deanna exclaimed. "No. I can't go back. I can't!" She said almost desperately.

Sam went over to where she was and reassuringly put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry Deanna, I won't let them send you back."

"And how do you plan on keeping them from sending me back? We can't just give them Anna!" Deanna yelled desperately.

"I know Deanna, but we'll figure it out."

"We don't have enough time Sammy."

"There's always enough time."

The two were interrupted by Sherlock's computer loudly going ding. "Ah hah!" He proclaimed. Sherlock began frantically tapping on the keys of his laptop.

"Anna, how old did the girl look?"

"I'd say around 9."

"Did she have an accent?"

"British."

"Yup, I found her!"

"You found her? How?" Anna asked in shock.

"I'm the world's greatest detective."

"He hacked into the police archives and searched for a match." John supplied.

"It doesn't matter how I found her. What matters is that I found her!"

"Who is she then?" Sam asked.

"Her name is Catherine. But two weeks ago her parents said that she started acting strangely. She refused to respond to the name Catherine and started calling herself Pandora. She got more aggressive and suddenly knew everything about them. They were going to take her to a counselor but she ran away before they could. When she ran she took a jewelry box her mum had given her shortly before she started acting odd."

"Pandora?" John asked.

"Yeah Pandora."

"That name sounds familiar. I'm gonna do some research."

"You do that. While you do that, we'll find out more about 'Anna' here."

John nodded and began typing frantically on his laptop.

"Look Sherlock, there's no need to question me. I know what I need. It's the only thing that'll give me any chance against the other angels."

"What might that be?" Deanna asked.
"My grace."

"Alright, so where's this grace of yours?"

"I... don't know." Anna begrudgingly admitted.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I lost track of it. I was sorta falling at 100 miles per hour at the time."

"Literally falling?" Sam inquired.

"Yes."

"Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet, maybe, or a meteor?"

"I guess. Why do you ask?"

"I have an idea!" Sam exclaimed rushing over to his laptop to research this supposed idea of his.

"Well Sherlock since John and Sam are busy how about you, me and Anna go out for a drink."

"I'm not sure that would be wise."

"Why not?" Deanna whined.
"Last time I went drinking I ended up deducing a woman was a cardigan, a skull was 'deaded' and I woke up in jail with a terrible hangover."

"That was one time!" Deanna countered. "Come on! What are you afraid of?"

"Fine I'll go."

"Yes! Come on then. Let's get some beer!"

About half an hour after they'd left John smiled and closed his laptop. "I got it!"

"Got what?" Sam asked.

"Pandora."

"Care to enlighten me?"

"Do you know the story of Pandora's box?"

"No. Can't say I do."

"Well essentially there was a girl created by the gods for Epimetheus. Her name was Pandora. In Greek mythology she was the first human on Earth. The god's gifted her a box and told her not to open it. But curiosity got the better of her and she opened it. When she opened it she unleashed all the bad things in our world. Pandora slammed the lid closed but it was too late. But one thing remained inside the box, buried at the very bottom."

"What was it?" Sam asked, his eyes still glued to his computer screen.

"Hope."

Sam froze and stared at John in shock. "Hope?"

"Yeah hope."

"What was hope doing in a box full of bad things in the first place?"

"Hope can be just as bad as everything evil Sam. You can give someone hope, but you can just as easily take it away. That's enough to make anyone dangerous."

"You got that from Doctor Who didn't you?"

"Yes..."

"So what is she then?"

"I don't know for certain but I have a theory. I think that she got dragged into Hell or as it was known to the Greeks 'Hades' and her soul was mutated into that of a demon."

"That might make sense..."

"Yeah.. I thought so."

No more than five minutes later Sam stopped his typing.

"Anna! I found it."

Sam looked around when he received no response from Anna. He was surprised to find Anna, Sherlock and Deanna all missing from the flat. Where had they gone he wondered.

"John?"

"Yeah Sam?"

"Do you know where Sherlock, Deanna and Anna went?"

John looked up from his screen and around the flat. They were gone. No note, no goodbye, no nothing!

"No."

"I hope they just went out for a drink or something."

"Fingers crossed."

"Anyway I know where Anna's grace is." Sam said excitedly.

"Where?"

"In march '85, a meteorite vanished in the night sky over northwestern Ohio. It was sighted nine months before Anna was born, and she was born in that part of Ohio. I think it was Anna and at the same time another meteor fell over Kentucky."

"And you think that was her grace?"

"Yeah."

"That narrows it down..." John said sarcastically.

"It's a start!" Sam defended.
"I know Sam. How about while we wait for the others to get back we try and narrow it down further than just Kentucky..."

Meanwhile at the bar.

Half an hour. That's all it took for Sherlock to get completely and utterly drunk. It was very amusing for both Anna and Deanna. Though both of them worried about how on earth they were going to manage to get Sherlock home, or keep him from getting himself killed.

Anna and Deanna had both had a couple of beers but weren't even drunk. Unlike Sherlock who just a minute ago had tried to interrogate a bar stool. Deanna was about to suggest heading back while Sherlock was still conscious when Ruby decided to drop by unannounced.

Anna screamed upon seeing Ruby and backed away. "Her face!" She yelled.

"Hiya Ruby."

"Hey Deanna." She said but she was clearly more interested in Anna. "Who's this?"

"Anna." Deanna answered definitely.

"So this is the angel that Hell's been obsessed with." Ruby scanned Anna up and down. "They make you sound much more impressive than you actually are. What's wrong angel girl? Did you lose your mojo?"

"Who are you?" Anna growled.

"Ruby. Yes I'm a demon but don't be racist. I'm here to help."

"Yeah right!" Deanna said.

"I really am Deanna, you have to learn to trust me."

"Trust a demon? Are you kidding me? Why don't I move to Narnia while I'm at it?" Deanna said sarcastically.

"Haha very funny. I'm just here to suggest something to you."

"What? To kill you while I still can? I'd be happy to."

"No. Both Heaven and Hell want Anna, why don't we pit them against each other? It'd be like Godzilla vs Mothra."

Deanna sighed. As much as she hated to admit it Ruby had a hella good plan. She still hated Ruby's guts but that didn't mean that she would completely scrap a good plan that could possibly work just because the mouthpiece for it happened to be a demon.

"I hate to say this but you're right." Deanna said quietly.

"Always am." Ruby replied sassily.

"Where will this final showdown go down?" Anna asked out of curiosity.

"Good question. We need a place where no civilians could possibly get involved."

"I think I know a place. There's an old barn in Kentucky. Far enough away that there's no possibility of any bystanders getting involved."

"Alright we'll meet there. You guys get the angels, I'll handle the demons."

"Okay." They both said.

"See ya. Good luck with Sherly." Ruby said as she vanished.

Deanna and Anna both looked over to where Sherlock had been when Ruby had first appeared. He was gone. Just their luck. They managed to lose a detective who was drunk out of his mind. Fan-freaking-tastic.

Meanwhile Sherlock...

Sherlock stumbled out of the bar in a haze. He didn't really know where he was going, he just wanted some air. The world seemed a lot blurrier than he remembered it though. All of his deductions were blurring making it hard to notice anything. Is this how normal people see the world? Sherlock wondered to himself.

Sherlock wandered down the street barely managing to stay on his feet. When he turned the corner onto the next street he walked straight into a young girl. He looked at her trying to deduce anything about her.

Girl, hair, aliveeee, thingamajig.

Basically he came up empty handed. Seriously is this how normal people deduce things? He thought.

"Hello?" The girl asked.

"Hi! Hello little girl." Sherlock said over enthusiastically.

"Hello, you're Sherlock Holmes right?"

"Let me check with myself." Sherlock said trying to search through his mind palace for his name. Eventually he came up with his name. "Yeah! Well actually my name's William but I think I go by Sherlock. Do I go by Sherlock?"

"I think so... You're just the person I've been looking for."

"Why? What do you need? Do I need to get the squirrel, moose and hedgehog?"

"What? Squirrel, moose and hedgehog? What are you talking about Mr Holmes?"

"Wait those aren't their names..."

"Well I don't need you to get a squirrel, moose or hedgehog."

"Then what exactly is the point of you?"

"What?"

"Sorry I think that was rude... The hedgehog is always telling me I'm being rude..."

"Look Mr Holmes, My name's Pandora."

"Like the jewelry company. The not hedgehog one had a pandora bracelet... wait no, that was a shop mannequin."

Sherlock suddenly noticed the box she was carrying. All these deductions spurted out of it.

Box, expensive, EVILLLLLL.

"What's in the box?" Sherlock asked her.
"Why don't you open it and see?" She asked sweetly.

Though Sherlock knew the box must contain something bad his curiosity yelled at him to open it. The urge was overpowering. His rational train of thought tried to tell him not to, but his curiosity was too powerful.

He took the box from Pandora. His mind screamed at him to stop now. Throw the box in the dumpster, throw it far away, just do anything other than open it. The box was pure evil, but still his hands moved to open it. He was like a man possessed. No matter how hard he tried to stop his bodies actions it kept going. It kept going until it was too late.

The box was opened.

A/N: YAY YET ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER!

Honestly I couldn't resist writing drunk Sherlock. Yeah okay I don't really have anything much to say here.

Tune in next time to see what happens next...