"Boring!" Sherlock groaned as he sat back, with a roll of his eyes he placed his hands below his chin as John continued reading the cases from his loaded email. "All of these cases are the same thing. 'Oh dear Mr. Holmes, can you help me find my missing pet?' and 'Sherlock, can you solve this love relationship'. It's all so boring! Can't you find me something interesting?! A hunt would do."

"You just killed a shifter last week." John said with a roll of his eyes as he dragged through the hundreds of "boring" email or cries for help as he put it. "What more do you want? Monsters are more seen in the States than here. Your brothers spoiled you on cases I swear."

Sherlock gave a half-smile. He closed his eyes in a bored manner only Sherlock Holmes could pull off, but then Sherlock straightened up in a nervous manner he glanced back at the window before jumping out of his chair, he saw Cas standing in the street, eyes narrowed and from the posture Sherlock could tell he was not happy, not one bit.

He blinked and he was gone, Sherlock whipped around just in time to see Cas appear and lay his palm against John's head, rendering him unconscious as he slumped back in the chair. He blinked in horror as Cas whipped around, trench coat flaring out behind him as he took a step forward, causing Sherlock to step back. "You and I need to have a nice chat." He growled angrily.

The Youngest Winchester felt Castiel grab his throat roughly and instantly he saw 221B blur into a river of colors before a different landscape came into view. Sherlock was thrown against a tree and Sherlock instantly recognized the place he was at. Baskerville.

"How dare you?!" Castiel roared in anger. "I fell to protect the Winchesters from their fate and you go right ahead and ruin it!"

Sherlock blinked, eyes wide and said "Cas, listen...I had no choice. Dean or me. Which one would you choose?! Dean's given so much to keep Sam and I safe but we never do anything in return! I owe him this!"

"Adam thought the same and look what happened to him!" Castiel seethed. "He's dead and you're next! Giving in to Michael after one time?! It's pathetic!"

He felt Cas punch him in the jaw, sending him flying across the clearing until he slammed into a tree. Sherlock slid to the ground and he clawed to his feet, breathing labored while Cas only grabbed either side of his head and rammed it into his knee, before throwing him away. Sherlock coughed, blood dripping from his mouth from the split lip while Cas only kicked him in the stomach.

"Go ahead," Sherlock hissed, looking up at the angel through tears of pain and blood "kill me. Spare yourself the work..."

"You're just like Dean." Castiel growled through narrowed eyes, the angel was never angry on the outside but the feral look made the Detective's blood run cold. "Always being self-sacrificing in a heartbeat but you're too much of a selfish person to realize who you're hurting. I could respect that if you weren't trying to bring on the apocalypse."

The man on the ground looked up quite suddenly, his eyes were wide and he sucked in blood through his teeth. "I'm sorry Cas, you have to know that, I truly am...but I never wanted to imagine Dean being locked away in his own skin. Just promise me one thing...you won't tell him."

All the angel did was narrow his eyes.

A year Prior...

"So..." The Consulting Criminal said with a sly grin as he raised his glass of scotch "you want me to believe Sherlock Holmes, the most uptight detective ever, is in the bloodline of Cain and Abel, and that he is currently in position to be Michael's vessel? Honestly, Lilith, I never expected you to be so naive."

The young girl looked up with a smile, brown eyes wide in a feral and completely animistic way. It was terrifying and the blood that coated her clothes only made the child more terrifying. "You know who I am silly," she giggled with a childish innocence but Moriarty wasn't even the slightest bit fazed "so, why do you think I would lie to you? And you did just help us break a seal you know."

Moriarty cast a sly glance to the corpses on the other side of the room before finally saying "They were collateral damage. So, what do you need me to do for this apocalypse plan to work?"

"Easy, make Sherlock fall." Lilith said with a smile, her eyes caught the light just right and Moriarty swore he could see the pit where she had came from within the glare. "It would be a slap in the face for Michael, being his vessel fell while he, and his younger brother did as well. Fitting enough for a play, is it not?"

"But, we're talking apocalypse, not Macbeth." Moriarty sighed into his drink before downing the rest of the amber liquid. "So, you finish breaking the seals and I get Michael a vessel, I trust your people will take care of the other."

Lilith nodded, a smile still evident on her face. "Of course, I had to leave the harder task of Michael's vessel to my second-in-command. I didn't want anyone doing it, loose lips sink ships."

The Consulting Criminal grinned, the sadistic fashion was strange and just enough to put a sliver of fear in any human's heart, but Lilith wasn't human. Their eyes and Moriarty only blinked once, his eyes went from amber to a glowing yellow in a matter of seconds. He blinked again and the vessel's eye color returned. "Many would argue that we were crazy, but no, it's hard to become something we already were."

"Poetic," Lilith said with a snort before she stood, flattening her childish blue shirt, leaving red streaks against the navy material "but, we don't have time for poetry. We need to put this plan into action before the dodos upstairs catch on."

"Yes My Lady."

And then she was gone, Moriarty smirked and grabbed the bottle of scotch before walking away. No one wants good alcohol to go to waste.

Present Day...

"Lilith has been dead for a long time," Moriarty said, amber met amber as he smiled at the shorter man "but it looks like there is a tug of war for the crown, eh, Crowley?"

The other british-vesseled demon grinned before looking up, his eyes flashed red as he pulled the notorious knife of the deceased demon Ruby from his jacket. Moriarty narrowed his gaze coldly at the blade while Crowley held the blade out towards him. "Looks like we're going to fight for this, the Winchesters are going to be proud."

The Consulting Criminal grinned and finally chuckled out "Those prats aren't doing anything worth our time, so what do you say Crowley? Let's get this over with." He raised his hand and Crowley raised the blade, this time their eyes met and it was yellow against red. There was a flash, and apparently the explosion could be heard for miles.

They should have picked the location better though, being The Elder Winchesters were busily talking with their father-figure, Bobby, only a few short miles away.

Back guys, sorry that it took so long for the update! Don't worry, more is on the way though. X3