Doctor, Please (Superwholock)

A Final Stand

Chapter 24

John's heart sank. Everything seemed to slow down as the truth sank in. As long as Crowley was inside Sherlock, he would live. As soon as he leaves...

Suddenly, as if a rush of energy came into him, Sherlock stood up with a blank face. He pressed a hand onto John's shoulder, and a buzz seemed to travel between them. Sherlock exchanged a quick glance with John.

"Sherlock?" John stared at him in disbelief. Sherlock began walking out of the TARDIS, ignoring John. "Bloody hell," John mumbled. "Sherlock, what on earth-" Sherlock turned and grabbed John by the collar with incredible strength.

"This must end," he muttered. Sherlock pushed John to the ground and walked to the door. Everything seemed to slow down. John watched as his friend stumbled out the door. No one moved, but everyone breathed heavily as if the air had thickened.

John pushed off the ground and began after his friend.

"Hey!" John turned around. "Where do you think you're going sunshine?" The demon inside of Clara, who was keeping everyone in place, grinned at John. She stretched out her hand and made a motion that should have pushed John to the ground. "What?" She roared. John looked just as surprised as she did. Her demon powers weren't working on him, but why?

John began walking towards her, slowly at first, but then began sprinting. Clara stood frozen in the TARDIS trying desperately to stop him. John reached her and placed a hand on her forehead. He seemed confused on why, but a few seconds later the black mist of the demon in Clara flew out of her mouth. She fell to the floor, along with everyone else under the demon's spell.

"John," Sam began walking towards him slowly. "What was that?" John looked down at his trembling hands.

"I, I don't know." Close to tears, John looked around, but no one would meet his eyes.

"We should settle down for the night." The Doctor said to break the silence. "It'll be best for everyone." No one argued, and in the next few minutes almost everyone was out cold.

Dean stayed up watching Castiel to make sure he was alright. A gold wisp flew out of the angel's mouth. Little did he know of the horrible dreams going on inside Castiel's head.

A gash ran down Dean's face as he tried to fight back the demons. There had to be at least fifty of them. Sam tried to help, but his arm looked injured and in a sling. John stayed back to watch Sherlock who lay rolled up in a ball. Castiel attempted to move, but he was unable to get any part of his body to listen. He sat there useless to anyone. Castiel looked around at the stained glass windows and noticed they were in a church. There was one window that caught his eye. An angel flew over some men giving them bread and coins. How ironic, Castiel thought, how angels are supposed to help mankind when all they seem to do is threaten it.

Castiel's thoughts were interrupted when a tall man with tan skin and dark hair came charging at him. His arm was raised with an angel blade in hand. Cas wondered where he had got it. The man's shirt was pulled up revealing a tattoo on his right arm. It looked like a swirl spelling out a name; Rick.

Castiel waited for Rick to attack, seeing as the only way to end his dreams is to die. This dream did seen oddly vivid, more so than the others. So real Castiel worried he might really die.

As the man came in for the kill, Dean jumped out and knocked the blade out of Rick's hand. Rick grimaced and knocked Dean to the ground. He towered over the helpless hunter and reached for his blade. Dean looked over to Castiel with innocent eyes. Cas tried desperately to help his dying friend, but it was no use. The man lifted the knife and it came down on Dean's chest. Castiel screamed, then everything went black. The dream had ended.