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Chapter Nine - Sherlock

Sherlock sighed. These domestics going on between his companions were getting on his nerves. Could they please just focus and get back to work?

The Doctor was in the bathroom, probably having an emotional moment. Castiel and Sam were talking worriedly about something in hushed tones a few feet away from him. Crowley was still sat in John's chair by the hearth, taking glances at Rose and Dean sat on Sherlock's couch. Dean had his arm around Rose. He looked...different.

John stood by Sherlock's side, observing the scene like he was. Sherlock spoke, "We should just get back to work. Are we to help the angels or not?"

"I don't know, Sherlock. I've only been here for an hour or so, maybe an hour and a half. I'm not the best person to ask about supernaturally cursed angels from heaven." John sighed and folded his arms.

"The question is really this simple, John; do you think the statues are good or evil?" Sherlock said simply. He himself was having a difficult time trying to deduce this. His flesh wanted to believe that they had good intentions but his mind thought otherwise. They had to have some ill-intent planned.

John was about to answer when the Doctor interrupted by running up and opening the TARDIS doors. "Right then! Let's get back to work."

Sherlock only saw into the time machine for a second before the Doctor slammed the doors. "Black smoke, guessing that's probably not good."

"Demon smoke." Sherlock said his deduction aloud.

Sam and Castiel had now come over. "Demons?" Sam turned angrily to Crowley. "What did you do?!"

"I did nothing, moose! Calm down." Crowley put his hands up in defense.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "You're lying obviously. Now, King of Hell, call your demons off."

Castiel pulled out a long silver dagger and pointed it at Crowley. "We shouldn't have trusted him." He said gruffly.

The Doctor stepped between them and gently pushed Castiel's blade away. "Alright, weapons are not needed right now." He said grumpily and turned to the demon. The Doctor grabbed Crowley's shoulders, Sherlock could barely make out what he said to him, "Get your demons out of my TARDIS or so help me, I can throw you into a supernova if I wanted to."

The Doctor backed up and folded his arms.

Crowley looked speechless. "I-I, I'm telling you, they're not mine!"

Sherlock clenched his teeth. Lying once again. "Come off it and call the bloody demons away!" He said aggressively. He wasn't even a good liar. It was obvious to everyone!

John looked up to Sherlock. "But what if he's telling the truth?" Sherlock rolled his eyes. Apparently not everyone. "He's lying, John." Sherlock cleared his throat. "Notice the way his pupils dilated once Sam accused him of lying, the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead, the way the heat is rushing to his face. Trying to hide it won't do anything, Mr. Crowley."

Crowley's face turned from red to a pale white. He looked left and right, then disappeared.

"Where did he run off to?" The Doctor asked in bewilderment, still trying to grasp how the demons and angels transport themselves from one place to another.

Castiel sighed. "I don't know. We'll just have to let him go."

"Excellent choice!" Sherlock pushed their conversation to move along faster. "See if the smoke has gone, Doctor."

The Doctor nodded and carefully pulled the doors open once again. The smoke had disappeared but it seemed as if the lights inside the time machine had turned green, giving the whole room an erie green glow.

"Well, at least the...demons are gone." The Doctor said, turning to the group. "But now that we know Crowley was up to something, I don't think we should assist the weeping angels in their quest to get back into heaven, and look for Crowley."

John piped up. "Couldn't you just summon him with the candles and things?" He asked Sam.

Sam shrugged. "We already used all of our ingredients to summon him in the beginning." He pointed to the devil's trap painted on the carpet.

"Well, we can get into the TARDIS and get more!" The Doctor said.

Sam shook his head. "Whatever those demons were in there for, I don't think it was good. We can't trust it until we're sure it's fine."

While Sam, John, and The Doctor debated how they were going to find Crowley, Sherlock noticed Castiel watching Dean and Rose sitting on the couch by the wall.

Sherlock turned his attention to them. Obviously something happened to them when they were down to get the TARDIS. The signs were obvious. But what?

Sherlock strode across the room and wiggled his way between Rose and Dean on the couch. "You're both not acting like yourselves. What happened?" Neither of them answered. "Possession? You probably wouldn't tell me if you were a demon."

Dean grunted. "I'm not a demon."

Sherlock huffed. "Then what are you?"

"He's human, you idiot, unlike you." Rose said, pushing Sherlock off the couch and snuggling up to Dean.
Sherlock quickly looked them both over, making some quick deductions:

- Unusually attracted to each other
- Rose isn't normally as rude and unpleasant as she is now
- Dean is usually more full of energy and talks more
- They both don't seem to care about the situation anymore
- Almost like they're heartless?

Sherlock nodded to them and went back to the others, who were still talking about a plan. Castiel was just sat in a chair, gazing into the distance with a glossy light in his angelic blue eyes.

Sherlock grabbed and chair and sat in front of Castiel. He placed his hands together and fingers underneath his chin. "Is it possible for a human to psychically loose their soul?" He said quietly.

Castiel tilted his head. "It is. Why are you asking me this question?" He asked with a bit of alarm.

Sherlock glanced at Dean and Rose. "You know why."

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A/N: Finally updated whoo!
What do you think Crowley's up to?
Are the weeping angels on our side?
How are we going to get Rose and Dean's souls back?