Doctor, Please (Superwholock)

The Devil's Been Watching

Chapter 27

"I still don't get it," said Dean.

"I'm a doctor!" said John with excitement. "When Sherlock said doctor please, he didn't mean the Doctor. He meant me! Oh it's absolutely brilliant!"

"Well then, how exactly do you plan on helping him?"

"I haven't the foggiest, but if there's a will there's a way! Isn't that right Doctor?" The Doctor had nodded off on a bench. "Is this going to be a regular thing with him?" Clara sighed and went over to check his temperature.

"He's burning up again. We need a wet cloth or something," Clara said while she searched for a towel.

Suddenly, a chill filled the room and the lights began flickering. Dean unsheathed his demon killing knife, expecting the worst. Sam nodded to his brother. They knew what was coming; a demon.

Sure enough, a figure appeared at the front of the church.

"Well, well if it isn't the welcoming committee," announced the man as he swaggered into the room. John gasped as Moriarty came walking towards them. "A broken angel, two battle-scarred hunters, an army doctor, a sleeping time lord, and some of his companions. I'm absolutely terrified." Moriarty wore a black suit with a long, black tie. His dress shoes clicked against the polished floor as he walked towards the group.

"What are you doing here?" snarled John.

"I need someone dead." Moriarty looked at the Doctor. "And the poison isn't working fast enough."

"So it was you who poisoned the Doctor!" Clara yelled at Moriarty. Her face flushed red with anger and she looked like she was about to strangle Moriarty.

"Why of course! I had to or else he would cure Sherlock. If you haven't noticed, he continuously says 'doctor please'." Guilt rushed into John. Moriarty thinks Sherlock is talking about the Doctor, and now he's going to die. "If you don't hand the Doctor over, I'll kill every one of you."

"We'll never give him to you," said Clara in protest.

"Then I'll just go myself," said the Doctor. He leaned up from his nap and looked at Clara. "Remember what I said earlier about John? Well someone told me about it in a dream." The Doctor eyed Moriarty nervously. Then he leaned closer to Clara. "The devil's been watching," he whispered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clara waited for a response, but the Doctor was focused on Moriarty.

"Alright Jim. I'll come willingly, but one question. Why do you need me to come with you anyway?"

"As I said earlier, Sherlock continues to mumble your name. This is because you're the only one who can save him. Unfortunately, I can't let you do that."

"Why is that?" Moriarty suddenly looked grim.

"There's evil inside of him. By saving Sherlock, you save him too."

"And who is this evil person?" Jim Moriarty ignored his last question and headed for the door.

"Come along, Doctor," called Moriarty. The Doctor kissed the top of Clara's head and mumbled something. "Don't worry, I have a plan." The Doctor grinned and followed Moriarty out the door.

"Well that's just great!" said Dean.

"Oh but it is," murmured Clara. "It's brilliant! If the Doctor manages to get into their headquarters, he can destroy their only weapon!"

"If he doesn't die trying," mumbled Dean. Clara shot him a dirty look, which he ignored. Dean walked over to his brother and Castiel.

"So the Doctor is taking care of the weapon, John is working on fixing Sherlock, and we can just relax, right?" Castiel suddenly looked extremely worried.

"Dean, Sam. This isn't good," said Castiel.

A sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway.

"Oh now what," exasperated Dean. To everyone's surprise, Sherlock Holmes walked into the dim light smirking.

"Sherlock!" John yelled and ran to his friend. "What happened? How are you still alive? Not that that's a bad thing. Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay, John," said Sherlock smoothly.

"John, get away from him," warned Dean.

"What's wrong Dean?" Sherlock turned his stare to the Winchesters. "Did you miss me? It's been so long."

"We were hunting you down about a week ago, Crowley, so I wouldn't say it's been that long."

"You think I'm Crowley?" Sherlock let out a long laugh. "I've had quite a while to figure out this plan. I had you all believing I was Crowley, didn't I?" Sam shot a confused glance at Dean. Then he froze. Sam looked with sudden realization at Sherlock.

"No," Sam mumbled. "It can't be." Sherlock smirked.

"That's right Sammy, Lucifer's back."