Side of the Angels (superwholock)

Chapter 7

Castiel still kept his gaze on the statue. "You're saying they just... vanished?"

John, still having residue annoyance and cynicism from the man to his left claiming that he was an angel, replied dryly. "I'd say that's impossible, but we're a bit beyond that now."

The angel of the lord began walking towards the statue, retaining a neutral, but suspicious gaze, until he was merely a foot away from the towering structure of stone.

Seeming to let his suspicions go, he turned his head to gaze at the others. "We should go."

Suddenly, the time seemed to freeze as he, a second later, felt a stone hand on his neck. He heard John faintly call his name.

A light suddenly burst from the two forms, to which Sherlock and John quickly covered their eyes from the spectacle. A loud white noise quickly became present, becoming louder with each passing second.

Castiel slowly grabbed onto the weeping angel's head, trying to push it away. The light grew brighter, and the ever-present noise would have shattered windows if there were any near.

Then, just like it never happened, the light and noise died in an instant, and the weeping angel was no more. Sherlock and John quickly uncovered their eyes the moment they knew it was over, and Castiel quickly place on a finger on each of their foreheads, and in a ruffle of feathers, brought them back to 221B.

"My apologies," Castiel breathed out, sounding like he had just run a marathon. "That was-" He suddenly collapsed, and John caught his shoulders before he hit the ground.

John looked towards his companion. "Sherlock...what have we stepped in this time?"

Sherlock hardened his gaze. "I have no idea..."