"You?" Castiel said, sapphire eyes narrowing coldly as he turned towards the demon in the doorway. "You of all people saved his life?"

Crowley nodded, a smirk crossing his face as he showed a row of perfect white teeth. "Of course, being a demon, do you really think we're all heartless? God, you're pathetic if you think I wouldn't save a child."

Sam just blinked while Dean stepped in front of Sherlock. The Detective narrowed his eyes, protective, as he glanced the supposed 'demon' in front of him. "You listen to me you no god son of a-"

"Dean," Sherlock said, stepping in front of his older brother with a shake of his head "I can fight my own battles. I've been for over thirty years. Just let me do this." His older brother blinked, eyes narrowing but Sherlock already turned around to face Crowley again. "Save my life you say? How ambitious if one of my 'fans' is trying to kill me. Do you know anything about that?"

Crowley shook his head, a laugh echoing from his throat as he said "Of course I know, dearest Sherlock, I know. Moriarty, you've heard the name. I can't tell you much...but I can say he does owe you."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, they had just solved the case with the Black Lotus and now they were expected to just sit and wait for his 'fan' to show up. Crowley smirked and said with a sigh "Sorry Basil, I can't help you...right now. You're just about as lost Scarecrow and Tin man over there."

John narrowed his eyes as he took a step forward towards the Demon who only chuckled at it. The Ex-Army Doctor grit his teeth as he growled out "You know who is killing people and trying to attract Sherlock's attention? Why won't you say and give us an actual address to where this 'Moriarty' is?"

"Not in my job description dears." Crowley said with a sly smile. "But you and your 'happy family' still owe me."

Sam narrowed his eyes darkly, his voice lowering until it was almost savage. "Now what do we owe you? What have you done for us?"

He smirked, dark eyes tearing through each and every living being within the Motel room. "Many things boys. I keep all of the nasty things off of your backs. If I wasn't here you'd be six feet under in an unmarked grave."

"Bull." Dean snapped as he grit his teeth. Crowley flashed his best award-winning smile at him but the eldest Winchester wasn't happy with his antics. Dean grabbed the Demon blade from the table and in one swift and fluid movement he brought the knife to Crowley's stomach but he only blinked. "Complete and utter bull. You're lying."

Sam glanced at Sherlock who shook his head in return. The Detective placed a hand on Dean's wrist and took the knife away from the man's stomach, Crowley's mouth twitched up into a smirk as Sherlock gave him a glare. "No, Crowley's not lying. Only lies have detail. I suggest you don't kill him..." He threw one last cold glare at Crowley before adding "yet."

Castiel chuckled under his breath as John watched the scene unfold before them. The angel blinked up, sapphire blue eyes scanning the scene before saying "What do you even need with them? I though thought your business with the Winchesters was finished."

"Never is wings." Crowley said as he pulled out a chair from the desk. He whipped it around before sitting down in it. "Anyway, there's a Djinn attacking a nearby town. I'm pretty sure Sammy's heard of it's attacks. So, do you mind getting rid of it for me?"

"Djinn?" John asked, an eyebrow raised.

Dean shook his head and glanced at the Ex-Army Doctor before saying "A creature from Islamic mythology. They feed on their prey by inducing a dream state where the victim lives their own personal heaven. A nasty thing."

"So," Crowley said, sitting back with a superior grin on his face "do you want to help? I'd do it myself but honestly, you three..." he pointed to Dean, Sherlock, and Sam before continuing "could use some family bonding time. So what do you say?"

Sam looked up and nodded at Sherlock and the others, who all agreed, smiles on all of their faces. The middle Winchester smiled and said "I guess its a yes then. Looks like the Impala has enough room for all of us."

Crowley smirked and within a moment he was gone. Sherlock turned back to his eldest brother as Dean said "Ever fired a gun Sherly? You seem too skinny to even stay standing on the recoil."

The Consulting Detective smirked, blue eyes shining as he said "I've shot many guns and solved many more murders with them. So yes, I have. Exactly, how do we kill one of them?"

"Usually a knife or a bullet to the head but its nearly impossible to get a good shot when the thing can drug you right there." Dean said with a sigh, he tossed one of his guns into a duffle bag. "So, you two Brits are coming along for the trip eh? Try not to get killed. Just met another brother and now we have Hedgehog trailing along. A great big dysfunctional family!"

Sherlock chuckled as Dean grabbed the bag and Sam his laptop. John followed the brothers out of the door as Sam went to go say they were leaving. Castiel followed, silence being his best company. In an instant Dean had put the bag into the trunk and slammed it shut, Sam was already in the front seat by the time John and Sherlock filed in. Castiel already have been in the middle seat.

"Where are we off to then?" Dean asked as Sam whipped out a note that Crowley had left.

Sam blinked, brow furrowing. "St. Louis."

It had over all been a short tracking of the creature, being it had only been a few hours since they tracked it to a warehouse. Dean was leading the charge, loaded gun in hand and Sam beside him also armed with a gun and knife if needed. Sherlock trotted further behind, coat fanning out behind him as he held the pistol his older brother had given him like a lifeline, John at his side. Castiel was running along beside them, amazingly graceful for an angel like himself.

"Sherlock, John, Cas left! Sam and I will go right!" Dean yelled over the scrabbling claws of the Djinn as it ran into the next room. The three nodded, Castiel and John running towards the left while Sherlock took the stairs, easily gaining height to see the entire room from above.

A gunshot echoed through the warehouse and Sherlock saw a flash of grey from the Djinn. There was a yell of "Dean!" And instantly Sherlock saw Castiel and John move to cut the creature off. Cold, two stories, six-hundred square feet, tightly packed hallways, east breeze, river to the west, sewer system running below, one down, four to go. Sherlock blinked, deductions racking his brain as he vaulted over the railing.

Coat flowing out behind him he slammed into the machinery, he went into a roll before running down the long line of ruined machines. In swift and fluid movements he jumped the small gaps, pieces of metal dropping from the cracked and or ruined portions, luckily they fell onto the Djinn's head, slamming into the creature's skull and sending it to the floor in a heap of limbs. Sherlock smirked, John and Castiel turning the corner, each had their weapons drawn and ready to kill the thing.

A roar shook the warehouse as the Djinn stood, blood coating its misshapen muzzle and sickly-grey skin. It roared angrily but froze suddenly, black eyes all for John but before Sherlock could do anything his only friend swayed, eyes closing swiftly but luckily Castiel caught him before he hit the floor. Sherlock growled, eyes narrowing coldly but then he glanced at the space where two machines met. He smirked, there was a cable holding them together and if that was gone the others would follow. Sherlock saw the lock but he didn't need a key, a gunshot echoed through the air as the bullet met the lock, it exploding in a flurry of metal and sharpnel.

Cas's eyes widened in terror as he saw the machines rock together before the bottom supports gave out, the chains holding them together either snapping, sending metal links flying every direction, or just simply coming undone. The angel looked up, setting John on the floor as he saw Sherlock try to keep his balance but to no avail.

"Sherlock!" He screamed, blue eyes wide. Their eyes met for a swift second but then Sherlock fell with the machine, his terrified scream piercing through the air. Castiel blinked, wings fanning out behind him as he jumped into the air and in an instant he was gone, trying to catch the youngest Winchester. A sickening and wet snap echoed through the air as the machinery fell on the Djinn, crushing all the life out of the creature.

The machinery went down in a huge pile of smoke and metal, there was no sign of Sherlock.

Cas looked around, blue eyes wide until he saw a flash of a trench coat and dove, catching the man's sleeve and hauling him higher into the air. Sherlock looked up, eyes widening that he was still alive in the first place and then they caught sight of the pitch black angel wings that had protruded from Castiel's spine. Castiel glided easily to the floor and landed, setting Sherlock on his feet lightly.

Sherlock knelt down next to his friend, checking his pulse and luckily he found one but it was sluggish. Sherlock glanced up as Sam dragged an unconscious Dean towards them, the eldest Winchester was bleeding from a deep gash in his skull. Sherlock heard John cough as he snapped open his eyes, sapphire eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling of the warehouse as he sat up. Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief.

"Remind me never to do that again." John breathed as he tried to blink the tiredness out of his eyes. "Someone make a note of that."

Castiel raised an eyebrow "None of us have a notepad."

Everyone laughed while Castiel cocked his head to the side in confusion. The angel may have been dangerous but then again he was pretty clueless. Sherlock whispered to Sam "Remind me to deduce stuff later. Cas is going to be so confused."

Sam smirked "Got it."