Last of Her Kind

Chapter Seven

The night continued without any problems and their search gave no hint as to where the demons were. Sherlock and John were on there way back to the Impala when a man stepped out of the bushes, blocking their path.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" John demanded.

The man grinned but remained silent before blinking, his eyes suddenly a shiny black. His smile became grotesque and he advanced toward them, pulling out a knife. John was frozen in place with fear but Sherlock was quick to pull out his gun and shoot the man. He was only able to land a few shots before the demon disappeared into the mist. Sherlock let out a grunt of disappointment before heading into the mist to find the demon. John followed warily, his gun ready for any sign of trouble.

"Quiet John, I hear something." whispered Sherlock.

"I wasn"t..."

"Shhh!"

They peered through the bushes and saw the demon leaning over an ancient chalice. He was whispering latin and stirring something inside of it.

"I have news my king." he said.

The two men only heard a breathy malice in response, was it even speaking english?

"I am sorry for the delays my lord but I have what you need."

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"I ran into some trouble so my arrival may be delayed."

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"The Winchesters to be precise, as well as some detective and his blogger. The angel Castiel is here as well."

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"Of course sir, I will sir."

And with that, the demon disappeared, leaving the chalice behind. Sherlock walked up to it slowly with John and began to deduce it. John looked inside to see what it held.

"Oh thats just wrong." he exclaimed.

Sherlock looked up at John with a questioning look.

"What is wrong with this cup?" he asked " I see no abnormalities in it."

"He bled some poor bugger to do whatever he was doing."

"Neat."

"No Sherlock! That is not 'neat'! That is disgusting! I bet someone died to fulfill this demon's sick needs!"

"Keep your voice down, he might return for this."

"Your right. I will" John's eyes turned black before turning back to their normal blue.

"No.."

"Oh yes Sherlock. Funny how you didn't notice, I must play a very convincing John. I do like his meat."

"Listen here you.."

"Oh I don't have to listen to you."

Before he could say another word, Dean tackled him from behind and doused him in holy water.

"You are right, you do play a convincing John, but there were some small mannerisms that were not quite right." murmured Sherlock.

The demon stood up and ran towards Sherlock only to find himself in a demon trap. Sam and Rahmiel ran out from behind the bushes and stood next to Dean and Cas. Sherlock noted that Sam and Rahmiel were standing very close to each other, in fact, Sam had placed a comforting arm around her waist.

"It was so obvious to me that I had this set up from the very beginning of our investigation."

"But you trapped the wrong guy. The one you want is far away from here, he sent me back to retrieve the chalice."

"I see."

"You mind if I cut in cheekbones." interrupted Dean.

"No, I do not."

"Good, 'cause I'm going to read our little friend here a story."

"And then John will be back."

"Yes."

"Good."

Dean pulled out the exorcism and began reading it. It wasn't too long before a cloud of black smoke poured out of John's mouth.Sherlock rushed forward to make sure he was okay, when he was positive John was going to be alright he walked over to the others.

"It the demon speaks the truth, we are wasting our time here. We must find who is in charge of them, find out what he wants, and get back the angel grace." asserted Sherlock.

"Well how are we going to do that?" asked Sam.

"By calling the boss." Sherlock said matter-of-factly while picking up the chalice.

"We can't use that. We don't know the incantation to make that work." said Dean.

"Then how to we find the boss?"

"I might know a way or two."