Superwholock- Broken Wings

Chapter Twenty Four- Enter Crowley

"You want us to what?" John gaped. Crowley smirked.

"It's simple, really. I help you with your little angel problem, and you help me cram the devil back in his box," his husky voice filled the bunker, reverberating off the walls. Disbelief flooded through John.

"The devil?" John shrieked. "As in, the actual DEVIL?" Sherlock sighed, holding the bridge of his nose and looking to be in pain.

"John," he said firmly. "If you speak any higher we won't be able to hear you." John stared at him, wide eyed. Sometimes he thought Sherlock wasn't human. The thought sent a shiver down John's spine as memories of black eyes resurfaced. That damn Meg...

"How are you okay with this?" he yelled. Sherlock winced slightly.

"John, I have a headache. Will you please stop shouting?" he replied, his voice as monotone as ever. John looked apologetic and shut his mouth. Sometimes he forgot Sherlock was still recovering from his... attack.

"I don't have a problem with this because it is the only logical solution. Even if, a few days ago, I didn't even believe in the devil," Sherlock continued. John nodded, finally understanding.

"When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, how improbable, must be the truth," he murmured. Sherlock nodded approvingly.

"I think we should take the deal," the Doctor suddenly announced. All eyes turned to him, curious and shocked. He shrugged. "The way I see it, we get help eliminating one enemy- the weeping angels- and get more help in eliminating another- Lucifer."

"I agree with grandad over there," Meg spoke up. Grandad? John wondered. Oh yeah, cause he's basically immortal.

"I second that," Sam piped up. Dean agreed. As did John and Sherlock.

"Cas?" the elder Winchester turned to the angel. The seraph turned to them, his bright blue eyes filled with doubt.

"Last time we faced Lucifer..." he trailed off, his left hand subconsciously pressing against his chest. John recognised the movement. It was like when he needed a walking stick- an old injury that, although healed, still brought discomfort. Psychological discomfort. "And these weeping angels, I have faced them before. We can't do this alone..." Cas continued. The Doctor looked pensive.

"I know some people who can help. We can celebrate too!" he laughed.

"Celebrate? Celebrate what?" Dean demanded.

"It's New Year's!" the Doctor grinned like a child. "New Year's!" John blinked, surprised. He'd completely lost track of the date. They had been here for a week. A week! Greg would probably be searching for them, and Mrs Hudson... John groaned internally.

"So?" Sam looked irritated at the prospect of enjoying the festive holiday. The Doctor looked horrified.

"Yeah... Sam's a bit of a Grinch when it comes to New Year's," Dean explained.

"So's Sherlock," John added. His friend glared at him. He shrugged.

"It's decided, then," the Doctor proclaimed. "We're spending New Year's at the Williams's!"

A/N: yaaaaa! Xmas eve eve update! Will try and get one done soon. Please vote, comment etc. Love you guys xxx