As most of you probably know, its the last day of March Break before school starts up again. It's going to be more difficult for me to update so this might become an every other day update. Sorry about that.

Chapter 7: The Family Business

Sam, Dean and I walked into the office building in downtown London. It was where Harold Wayland had worked 10 years before. We were hoping to talk to his boss, but it was a long shot. The office was a popular place and it was hard to get an appointment, according to people who had worked here.

We approached the front desk, "Hello, I'm John Watson. This is Sam and Dean Winchester, we're investigating Harold Wayland. We were hoping to speak to Sarah Micheals."

The small woman at the desk said, "One moment," then picked up the phone on her desk and dialed a 3 number code. "Mrs. Micheals, we have a John Waston here for you. He says he's investigating Harold Wayland," she hung up then told us to go right up.

We got in the elevator and were taken up to the eighth floor. When we arrived up there, Sarah Micheals was waiting for us there. She was a tall, pretty ginger woman with pixie cut hair and thin black glasses. She wore a tight grey business-like dress.

"John Watson, nice to meet you finally. Come with me," She shook my hand and then we followed her to her office. It was a big, white room filled with expensive furniture, accessories and a large window behind her.

"We're here about Mr. Wayland," I said.

"Of course. He was a great man. One of my hardest workers. Our business dropped for a while when he disappeared. When we'd heard that he was back we were all so excited, but then he didn't remember anything. We still have a spot open for him if he ever decides to come back, or remembers I guess," Sarah explained.

"Has anyone else left recently, or had a lot of sick days?" I asked.

"No. Well, there was Jim Hartwell, but he got cancer and quit for treatment. He was sweet. We wish the best for him," Sarah said. "Besides that, everything is normal."

"How did you find out that Mr. Wayland was back?" Sam asked.

"We were one of the first to find out. I am his employer," She started.

"Of course," Sam said.

"What was he like before he disappeared?" Dean asked. "Like, behavioral or more sick days than usual?"

"He was fine. He worked just as hard as he usually did, which is why we assumed that his disappearance had nothing to do with suicide or sickness," Sarah said.

"And when he returned, he had no recollection of his job here whatsoever," Sam said.

"Correct."

"Thank you Mrs. Micheals. We will do our best to find out what happened and get your worker back to you," I finished, seeing that Sam and Dean had no more questions.

"If I might ask Dr. Watson, aren't you supposed to be working on solving the Moriarty case?" Sarah asked.

"We're trying to find connections," I explained quickly.

She nodded, then said, "Good luck."

We headed back the way we came. Once we were in the elevator, where no one could hear us, Dean spoke up.

"There was nothing wrong with this guy," he said.

"I think that confirms our point about him being demon," Sam said casually.

"We aren't going to kill him right?" I asked.

"No. We have a different way that will keep him alive. Unfortunately the demon will also survive," Sam explained.

"I guess that's better than killing them both," I said just before the elevator doors opened, letting a few more people in and forcing us to stay quiet.

Sam, Dean and I sat in a small bar. It was late, 10pm and we had been there about an hour. We'd been investigating all day and from what we'd learned, new Harold Wayland came here a lot. We were hoping to find him.

"So what do you think of all this?" Dean asked.

"I still don't have enough to believe that what you two do is real," I told them.

"Ya well we haven't gotten to the good part yet," Dean commented.

"And what if he doesn't come here? What do we do then? We can't keep hunting him forever," I asked.

"Well he's been here the past half an hour so I'd say we're doing pretty good," Dean said, staring past me.

"What?!" I said, and was about to turn around before Dean grabbed my coat.

"Don't," he threatened.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, mad now.

"We never had the chance to point it out to you, he was, and still is, too close," Sam said quietly.

"So what do we do?" I asked, "We can't just kill him."

"We wait until he leaves," Sam explained, "Then we follow him until he's alone."

As if on cue, Dean stood up and said, "he's leaving."

"You go, don't lose track of him. 3 people leaving after one guy would be questionable," Sam said quietly. Dean nodded and left the bar, following Wayland.

"When do we go?" I asked.

"Not long," Sam replied.

We waited in silence for a couple of minutes before Sam said, "OK let's go."

I followed him out of the bar and he was immediately on the phone with Dean. I couldn't hear what Dean was saying but he started walking in confidence to the left. I followed at his side.

In minutes we were standing by Dean on the edge of a forest. It was located right next to a busy road but Dean insisted that Wayland had gone in there. It was dark and empty and I was questioning not going in there even if Sam and Dean did. It reminded me too much of the case Sherlock solved with the hounds in Baskerville and I really wasn't ready to go through that again.

"Let's go," Sam said as they headed into the forest. I stayed put, "Are you coming?" Sam asked when he saw me standing there.

"Yeah – yes," I stuttered and followed Sam and Dean. When I walked into the shadows, it felt like we'd lost 20 degrees and I could hardly see my hands in front of me.

I followed Sam and Dean, but I started to wonder if I could trust these men. I hadn't actually seen Wayland come in here and I'd know them for less than 12 hours. Not just that but they thought they were demon hunters.

I had decided to turn around and leave in silence when Sam shouted from in front of me, "Stop right there!"

I was snapped back into the reality when I saw the man who must have been Harold Wayland standing alone, facing us. I looked around and from what I could see, Dean was no where in sight. Was Harold actually Dean?

But then he spoke and I know that it wasn't, "Who's there?"

"FBI," Sam yelled.

As Wayland was distracted, Dean jumped out of the shadows and Wayland was thrown to the ground. Sam ran forwards and I followed behind him, flicking on my flashlight so Sam and Dean could see.

Dean had him pinned to the ground as Sam pulled out a bottle of water and a cross from his pockets. He dumped the water on Wayland and he let out a scream of agony. Sam held the cross over his head and started saying words that I'd never heard before, they certainly weren't English.

Wayland's eyes turned black, completely black. I was frozen in shock, I should have run away, but I couldn't move. He was screaming in agony and I was terrified that someone would hear us, and they would find us torturing this poor man. But his eyes were black.

Sam finished saying whatever it was he was saying. As he finished, Wayland opened his mouth to the sky and a dark smoke came streaming out of his mouth. It went on like this for a few seconds before Harold Wayland fell to the ground.

He sat up and said, "Where am I? Who are you?"

That's when I started breathing again.

"Mr. Wayland, you've been missing for 10 years. Do you remember what happened?" Sam asked.

"N-No. I just remember waking up here," Wayland said in a trembling voice.

"Good, you'll start to remember more over the next couple days, but we're going to take you to the hospital now," Sam said.

I reached out to grab onto the tree beside me so I wouldn't fall over. I had no idea what I had just seen. All I knew was that they weren't lying.

"When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

-Sherlock Holmes