Apologies for how long this is taking! But here his chapter five and it is a tad bit longer so enjoy :)
The four men all made their way to Baker Street in relative silence, Sam and Dean spent the walk trying to have a silent conversation between them in an attempt to figure out who these two really were.
It was not long before they all arrived at Sherlock and John's flat, primarily due to them trying to keep up with Sherlock's fast, seemingly urgent, pace. Sherlock ushered them in without a word and waited rather irritably until the brothers were seated while he remained standing, pacing between the chairs.
"Well come on then. Who are you really? What are you doing here? Don't be dull." Dean scowled slightly at Sherlock for being so impatient.
"Like we said we will tell you everything, but first what are you?"
"Like I said; consulting detective." Sam looked slightly annoyed before he spoke, as if Sherlock was being deliberately difficult,
"No, what ARE you? It can't be human, whatever it is it's not natural." John snickered slightly at the remark and turned to Sam,
"I have been saying that since I met him." Sam, despite his best efforts, was just about to laugh at the remark before Sherlock cut in.
"I have no idea what you are on about. Can we please get to the point!?" Sherlock practically huffed and threw himself in his chair waiting for them to finally tell him what exactly was going on.
Dean rolled his eyes at how childish this man was being,
"Just chill out okay, we are getting there. Sam you can do the explaining." Of course he would have to explain everything.
"Right well, as you now know we definitely aren't American Secret Service. What we are may actually be slightly less believable, we are hunters." Sherlock's interest finally piqued at the word hunters and he sat forward in his chair urging Sam to go on.
"Well we have been hunters nearly all of our lives it's what we hunt that I am sure you may be… surprised about." Dean immediately jumped in and interrupted Sam as if he changed his mind about explaining and wanted to tell them 'the good bit' himself.
"We hunt monsters. Supernatural creatures, the things people tell you don't exist to make you feel safe. Well they are real and we hunt them. Crowley, the guy we are after, he is a demon, basically the king of hell and that is the reason we are in London. So there you go, believe us or not but that is what we are doing here."
Before Sherlock could even react John couldn't stop himself from joking to lighten the mood,
"Well if this Crowley really is a demon I can see why Moriarty would want to work with him." It seemed to break the tension between Sam, Dean and John but Sherlock stood up stiffly and faced the brothers.
"Leave now. I do not have the patience to deal with time wasters such as you."
"Wait! We can prove it."
"We can?" Sam turned to face Dean,
"Yes we can. Get Cas." Dean mentally kicked himself for not thinking of that first, they could have even got Cas to explain everything so they would have looked slightly less crazy. Sherlock and John gave each other quizzical looks when Dean started talking to thin air,
"Cas, get your feathery ass over here right now, we need your help or something like that…" Both John and Sherlock jumped slightly and spun around when they heard a gravelly voice coming from behind them,
"What do you need my help with Dean?" There was a man standing in front of the fireplace staring at Dean expectantly as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Well they don't believe us do they? I am proving a point." Sherlock had been observing the man intently, a frown on his face.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Castiel."
"How did you do that? It must be a trick; I just cannot see how it was done. I can't always see everything you know; sometimes I miss something if it is well hidden." Sherlock's speech was speeding up and John could see he was getting frustrated with not knowing.
"All angels have that ability, it is not a trick it is a practical way of transport." John was now shaking his head in disbelief,
"An angel? As in an angel of the lord? That is ridiculous." Dean now looked as if he was starting to enjoy himself.
"Yes! Cas, do that bad-ass wing thing you do when you act all intimidating." Sam shook head at Dean's eloquent choice of words and had to supress another laugh when Cas spoke.
"I am not sure that would benefit the situation."
"Of course it would! They don't believe anything we are saying even though it might be connected to this Moriarty guy!" Sherlock huffed and moved toward Dean and Sam,
"I understand you are trying to do your 'job' but I think you should leave." Sherlock's voice was practically dripping with sarcasm when he said job, it was clear they were no longer welcome but before anyone could leave John stepped forward.
"Hang on, are you not curious?"
"You can't be serious John! There is no way this is possible, it is ridiculous."
"Well they seem fairly serious to me."
"Yes and they are also liars, one of them compulsively so." Sherlock shot a pointed look toward Dean at this statement and Sam felt the need to nod slightly in agreement, which Dean happened to see.
"Hey!" Dean glared at his brother before Sherlock told them to leave again,
"So thank you for your fascinating tale, now get out. Now."
"Sherlock!" Just as Sam and Dean were about to stand Cas' gravelly voice interrupted them,
"Fine." Before anyone could react a low rumble filled the room, it was the type of sound you felt in your chest before you could hear it, feeling as if it was shaking their ribs before it started shaking the room itself.
The rattle of items on shelves and moving furniture filled the room along with the low rumble. It wasn't long before the lights began flickering on, one or two bulbs exploding scattering small shards of glass over the floor that glittered in the flickering light.
John was beyond shocked but remained stoic his tense body the only thing giving him away, the soldier in him showing through his stance, ready for action.
All of the light in the flat, even that from the window appeared to dim as a dark shape began to rise on the wall behind Cas. It was soon apparent that these black shapes were in fact in the shape of wings covering the full span of the wall rising behind him.
It was all over before they could blink; Sam and Dean were still sitting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened while John was still in the same position. It was Sherlock who appeared to be the most affected, his hands were resting against his chin while he stared ahead, inexpressive.
To anyone else he would have looked indifferent but John saw the slight tremor in his hands and the twitch in his jaw showing he was far from okay so he thought it was best to diffuse the situation before there could be any outbursts.
"Well, I think it's best that you leave for now." He nodded toward Sherlock and they understood immediately, a slight flutter and the 'angel' was gone as Sam and Dean stood to leave.
Sam stepped toward John before turning to leave,
"Listen, if you hear anything about what is going on, especially with Crowley, let us know." He handed John one of the cards with his number on it trying to remain impassive but a small smile at the day's events graced his lips.
"I will be sure to." The small smile seemed slightly infectious and John found himself smiling back before Sam and Dean finally went to leave the flat.
ese two really were./p