Lost Between Worlds

A Heavenly Prisoner

We all look at one another nervously. Another crash startles me, and I jump straight up into the air. I notice both Dean and Sam's hands twitch toward their pockets, where I assume there are guns; the Doctor's hand drifts toward the inside of his coat, most likely toward the sonic; Sherlock's hands clench, and he stands taller. I instinctively feel my right hand reach toward an inside pocket of my coat, where I find a gun. How did I know that was there? I quickly drop the question when I see Dean start counting down on his left hand from three.

Three. Two. One. He jerks his head toward the stairs.

We all charge up the stairs as quickly as possible. When we reach the top, Dean slams his shoulder into the door, and having grabbed his gun, points it around the room.

In it, there is a man and a woman tied to two chairs and gagged.

"Cas!" Dean shouts, running to the angel's side.

"Mrs. Hudson!" I shout, but not quite as loud as Dean had, and untie the fabric from her mouth.

"Oh, Sherlock! That awful, despicable man was here..." Mrs. Hudson says, on the verge of tears, but her eyes also full of hate. Dean finally unties Cas's gag, which was obviously tied better than Mrs. Hudson's.

"Crowley. He was here." Cas's voice is even more raspy than usual.

"And Moriarty," Sherlock says quietly, while Dean pulls out a knife from his boot and starts sawing away at the ropes. Sherlock yanks the knife from the mantle and follows suit.

"What a party." I say sarcastically. "Two of the worst... things I have ever heard of. Fantastic." I sigh and shake my head. "Was there anyone else here?"

"Demons," Castiel answers, then pauses, cocking his head. "Who are you?"

"My body? John. Me? Alex. Hello." I do another small wave. Mrs. Hudson, who had overheard everything I told the Winchesters, was only slightly surprised by this.  The Doctor and Cas look at me inquisitively, however.

"Wilson?" Cas asks. I nod. "You. You're the one they need." Sherlock steps toward me protectively.

"For what?" he asks.

"They wouldn't say." His voice isn't as bad as it was just a few seconds ago. "They claimed to have brought you here. Is this true?" The last of the ropes fall off the prisoners.

"It's definitely a possibility," I say, but hoping it's not true.

"Where did they go?" Sam asks.

"Moriarty went downstairs when he said that he saw you were coming, and when one of the people surrounding us reported that he was out of view, they all just disappeared into thin air!" Mrs. Hudson blurts out.

"Teleportation," I say under my breath. "Mrs. Hudson, the people you saw were demons," I follow aloud. She gasps and loses a bit of color, but stays composed.

"Cas, do you know where they went?" Sam asks. Castiel shakes his head no, his deep blue eyes full of loathing.

"No, but I can find out." His voice is completely better, and he stands up, decked out in a tan trench coat and backwards blue tie. He looks at me. "You're staring at me. Why are you doing that?"

"Oh! Um, yeah, sorry." He looks confused for another moment, then disappears. Sherlock's phone buzzes, and he looks down at it. No one else notices. Since he is still standing in front of me, I crane my neck and look at it.

"Hello again. Meet outside of Parliament, tomorrow, 5:30 A.M.?"

"You wouldn't," I whisper. He gives me a pitiful glance over his shoulder, then sends his reply.

"See you then. -SH" I sigh, but it would be useless to argue.

"Demons, huh?" the Doctor says. "This is getting interesting."