Chapter 6

Doubt

Winchester.

God.

Angels.

Hell.

Satan.

A car.

Death.

The bright flashes filled Sherlock's mind to the point he could feel the contents in his stomach churn and his lungs burn from the lack of air he could force into his lungs. The truth seeped into his clever mind and made him even more so. When the images stopped he was laying on the floor between the kitchen and living area the angel standing above him and John on his knees next to his head.

"What the bloody hell was that?!" John was yelling at the angel. His face filled with pure anger. Sherlock forced a deep breath into his body, shutting his eyes again, then sitting back up. The angel stared down at him with a blank face.

"Do you believe now?" his said with his deep voice. Sherlock, for once, was speechless. John pulled him back to his feet to see the Winchesters and Chuck staring at was used to being stared at, he could care less at the moment. He was too busy preparing to build new rooms on the supernatural into his mind palace.

"So, what now? Are we just going to sit around and have a nice chat?" Dean laughed."If you could kindly shut up that would be lovely," Sherlock snapped. All this talking was disrupting his building.

"Who are you anyway? If I didn't know better I would say you were a demon and you know what we do to those? We gank those son's of bitches," Sam tried to shut Dean up, it was always like him to pick a fight for no reason

. "Thats not even a word," Sherlock muttered, placing his hands under his chin.

"Excuse me?"

"Gank. That's not even a word. I am Sherlock Holmes, the worlds only Consulting Detective and I am more clever than any of your tiny little brains put together. If you wouldn't shutting up, I can practically hear the IQ of everyone in the room dropping as each syllable utters from your pie eating mouth,"

"How'd he know..." Sam asked.

"His jacket has cumbs all over it," Sherlock waved toward Dean who was now brushing off his clothes. The fighting didn't stop. Cass knew this would happen. Placing two men with the ego that size in the same room, fighting was the only thing that was going to happen.

"John, come with me please," John looked up at the angel, then back at Sherlock who was now insulting Dean's sex life. He sighed and nodded. They walked into the kitchen where Chuck had retreated. No one could remember Chuck leaving the room. They had almost forgotten him. "We need to talk about this rationally," John nodded. "Would you like some tea?" John started up a kettle, the angel and the profit both shook their heads.

"What exactly is happening?" He asked while turning on the stove and scratching off the dried blood on the counter tops.

"The end of the world," Chuck whispered cryptically.

"No, not the end of the world. We can defeat this,"

"DEFEAT WHAT?!" John shouted. "Just tell me what is happening!"

"Some time soon, there's going to be a ship crashed on Earth. In that ship is going to be three things. A demon, a Time Lord, and Lucifer,"

"Time Lord?"

"We're not sure what a Time Lord is," Cass admitted. John laughed. Angel of the Lord and he didn't know something. He had the same level of surprise as he does when Sherlock doesn't know something. "They're going to bring upon the end of the world. The demon, Crowley, has planned this for a very long time and it's going to be very hard to stop him. He's the King of Hell, he has connections, power. It will be hard, but I believe we can do it," Cass tightened his jaw and down cast his eyes. If John has learned one thing from living with Sherlock it was to observe. He knew Cass didn't believe what he was saying, he was lying through his teeth. "If this all goes as the prophecy tells the earth will live on," he finished. The kettle started to whistle.

"I don't believe that," John grumbled while pouring the steaming water into his cup. There was silence in the room. "If what you are saying is true, and which sounds ridiculous by the way, and we're facing the King of Hell and Satan, we don't stand a chance," John laughed. There was no way this was all real. He was dreaming he supposed. The painkillers for his shoulder always did give him odd dreams. "What do we have?" John knew how to battle. He knew the odds of four humans and a angle was no match for two rulers of the underworld. Even if it was all a dream.

"We have you and Sherlock," Chuck muttered. "We have the Winchesters. That's all we need," John laughed, now spooning sugar into the water.

"Me and Sherlock? What can we do? We solve crimes, well, he solves crimes. We have nothing to do with this,"

"You have just as much to do with this as I do," Chuck protested, scratching at his chim. John sat at the table, listening to Sherlock fighting with the brothers. He was insulting the tall one's hair now. God, did he love Sherlock. Even when he was being this much of a twat he couldn't help but to love him. "You're apart of this whether you like it or not," John just nodded.

Cass returned to the living room to stop the men from fighting. John could see Sherlock's usual scowl as the angel stood between the two of them. Sherlock was perfect, his curly black hair framing his gleaming pale eyes. John could never keep himself from staring into those eyes while Sherlock thought. You could practically see the information filing into his mind through those eyes. That was when he was the most desirable, when he was in thought. He looks so powerful and calm, so unreal. John always wondered if Sherlock ever thought of him when he looked like that. He wished he did. John mindlessly stirred his tea watching as Sherlock sat back into his chair pouting like a child. What a beautiful child he was. Sherlock looked up at John, seeing him studying from the kitchen. He often caught John looking at him that way, it was comforting. He felt comfortable with the idea of John watching over him. He felt safe. Sherlock smiled. John blushed. They turned away from each other.

"What's the plan then? March up to Crowley and kill him? We've tried that before," Sam sighed, leaning against the desk. "We don't have much of an army here, we don't have a chance," The room was once again quiet. They all knew it was true.