Chapter 4

Possession

TARDIS

At this point nothing in the universe, not the past, present or future of any parallel universe in all existence, could stop the Doctor from ripping Crowley limb from limb. Everything but exactly what Crowley did. The Doctor watched as the trail of billowing black smoke projected from the demons mouth into the air and into the screaming mouth of his Rose. His entire being stopped, everything that ever mattered didn't, anything that he could do to save Rose, his pink and yellow human, was gone. Rose's body shuttered forward, throwing her down to her knees. On instinct, he rushed to her side, pulling her up off the ground. She leaned into his body looking up at him with those eyes, those black nothingness of eyes.
"You really do care for her, don't you alien boy?" Her smile was twisted, tears welded in the Doctors eyes. He let this happen. Rose was in there, screaming, begging to go out and he couldn't do anything. Up until this point he only thought of demons to be a myth, therefore never taking interest in exorcisms.
"Leave her, get out of her, so help me I will kill you," he spat through his teeth. Words of pure and utter fury and anger.
"You can't hurt me without damaging this perfect little body you so much adore," Crowley slid her hands down her body, cupping her breasts and down to her hips. She looked up at him with those black eyes, licking Roses lips. He gripped Roses hands.
"Don't you dare touch her," somehow he could rose there in those eyes, a strong glimpse of her strength. Like she was fighting her way out. He looked deeply into those eyes, straining to see his Rose inside. "I will get you back, I'll make everything better, I promise,"
"Oh, so sweet. Your love will bring her back for sure!" She laughed, an evil sounds. Nothing like the sweet song of Rose's laughs. "Speaking of love, shes thinking how much she loves you, she can hear all of this, feel all this," She walked around me, whispering in my ear. "You want to know what shes thinking? It's mostly about you, your eyes, that face, your voice, all that mushy crap," She laughed and leaned against the console. "Here's the thing, Doc-tor. You can have your Rose back, alive, unharmed, and perfect as ever, if, and only if you help me get what I want," The Doctor could only think of all the bad that was about to happen, not to the world, he could care less about the rest of the world at that moment, but his Rose.
"I," he swallowed hard. "I'll do anything,"
"NO!" Rose shouted, her body lurching forward again, eyes again strong and perfect. A bit of black smoke escaped from her mouth as she shouted. She coughed, her eyes returning to that dark pit of nothing. "Shes a strong one. She's fighting real hard, almost too hard. I've never seen someone that could fight against me," the Doctor smiled.
"Rose Tyler, defender of the universe, the Bad Wolf. You've never heard of her? She's stronger than anything I have seen," his voice got louder as he closed in on the demon, pinning it to the console. "She killed the entire Dalek race with a flick of her hand. Consumed the whole of the Time Vortex. Resurrected a man from the dead. Rose, my Rose. The woman I love and so help me God, nothing is going to keep you safe. No matter how strong or powerful you are she will, overcome you," by the time he was finished he was screaming, almost nose to nose with Crowley. Slowly, Crowley moved closer, their bodies pressed together. Very calmly, as if the Doctor had not just yelled in his face.
"That's very sweet, but, in the meantime, you will do exactly what I say, when I say it, or this Rose of yours will be pushing pushing up daisies. Not to mention the hell I will put you two though. And yes, I mean actual hell," She quickly lifted her head up, lighting tapping their lips together. "Do you understand, Time Lord," she spat out those last two words. He nodded. Anything to keep Rose safe. "Good! London, January 20th, 2012. I need to check on the progress. Hopefully everything will already be as planned," the Doctor, flipped switches, pressed buttons, hammered and twisted until the she finally gave in and took them where they need to go. He stroked the console, eyes empty and vast. All hope gone. he whispered to the TARDIS, tears filling his eyes.
"Help me, please"

London, January 20th, 2012

Sam and Dean stepped out of the airport, looking about the mass of people lining the streets rushing from one place to another.
"How about this Sammy? Me and you in London! How cool is that," he slapped Sam's shoulder and laughed. Sam just let out a big huff from his nose and painted on his famous pouty face he has whenever he disagreed with Dean. They walked off into the crowed, turning to the right not at all sure where they were going. Dean had no idea what to do now, he just looked around, listening, watching for Crowley or Cass. The only thing he saw was a few hot girls and a bakery selling pie. He chose the pie.
The brothers sat at the table, Dean eating a slice of pecan pie while Sam, not forgetting his pissy face, researched on his laptop. They sat in silence for a while, neither of them minded.
"What are we even looking for? I mean, we have nothing to go on," Sam started. He was sick of taking cases just because Cass said so. Whenever Cass even pointed his finger Dean went running. Sometimes he thought Dean was trying too hard at following Cass, like he wanted something from him.
"Cuuk," Dean said with a mouth full of pie.
"Huh?" Dean swallowed, wiping his mouth off on his sleeve.
"Chuck. Profit Chuck. Look for anything around here from him. Calls, reservations, hotels, motels, tickets, everything,"
"You're saying Chuck is involved with this?" Dean nodded.
"He had some prophecy. Me, you, Crowley, in London, Cass hasn't told me the details, but I thought it was a good enough lead to go on," He shoveled the last bit of pie into his mouth. Just then another plate of cherry pie slid in front of him. Cass sat in the other chair, looking intently at Dean. The way Dean looked at that pie, then at Cass, it looked like he would have kissed that angel right there. In reality, Dean was picturing that in his mind, so was Cass.
"Yes, Chuck is here, at 221B Baker Street to be exact. I was the one who took him there," His voice was rough and soothing as usual, Dean couldn't stop listening. He felt peaceful with that voice.
"So, what are we looking at?" Dean muttered between gawking at Cass and bites of pie.
"You're looking at me, so is Sam," he said, his eyes wrinkled with confusion. Damn, isn't he cute when he's clueless Dean shouted in his head.
"No, what is the case? What are we up against?" Sam stated with a sigh.
"Oh, yes. Chuck told me the prophecy,"

London, January 20th 2012

Chuck scratched at his stubbly chin and coughed. Sherlock sat in anticipation while John was too busy looking at Sherlock. He's so hot when he's intrigued. he thought, his cheeks instantly turning pink.
"Couple nights ago, I was trying to write another book, I told myself I was done with writing but, money is low and I needed something to do. Anyway, I was sitting there and the vision took over me. I knew what was a happening, I used to have visions all the time before, but this one was a little different. Before it was as if I were looking down at the scene, like I was watching a movie, but now I saw it as if I were apart of the story. First it was a slew of faces, both of you, Dean and Sam, a pair of hunters I have worked with in the past, and a man and a woman. He was young, styled brown hair, brown eyes, glasses and she was pretty, blonde. So then I was standing in the middle of London, I could see Big Ben behind me. And we were all just standing there, the man and woman on one side and the rest on another. Then it started to get fuzzy, In all my prophecies its detailed, like super detailed, but this one was fuzzy. I don't know why. I felt like something didn't want me to see everything, ya know? So after that it was only quick glimpses. I saw us here, talking, you on the phone when I called you, Sam and Dean in the airport. Then a few shots of the man and woman. They were standing in some room, it was big and looked like one of those syfy movies. The woman's eyes were black and he was yelling. I don't completely understand. I felt, sad. I don't know what about it was sad, but it was. After that everything turned black, There were screams, crying, shooting. Then I heard a voice. Man, was it creepy. It sounded pure evil, like, like, I don't know. Something," Then I saw some of us dead, in his mind he recalled the faces of the dead. He knew he shouldn't tell anyone who was going to die. It would ruin everything. "After that, when I woke up from the vision, Castiel was in my living room. Like he knew. Well, he did. Angels instantly know when a profit has a vision. He brought me here, told me everything would be taken care of and now, now I need you. I'm not sure for what, or who and what is going to happen but, no matter what, whatever I saw will happen. It always does, no matter how much anyone tries to change it," He raked his hands through his messy hair. "You think I'm crazy," John and Sherlock answered simultaneously
"Yes," John laughed.
"No," Sherlock admitted. John looked at his partner in amazement. "I need evidence first. Something I can see, right here, right now,"
"That shouldn't be a problem," The voice came from beside them. John stood with a gasp, Sherlock giving it nothing but a glance. Cass stood between the two detectives, eyes intently locked onto Chucks, "They should be here soon, there's no time to waste,"