Obviously I own nothing.

This is an SPN!Lock fic that has Dean, Cas, Bobby, Sam, Sherlolly, John, and Moriarty.

Roughly takes after season 3 in Sherlock and season 8 of Supernatural. (Bobby is still alive.)

"The victim present strangulation but when the toxicology reports came back I had to declare cyanide poisoning as the cause of death." Molly explained to both Sherlock and John.

"Exactly as I thought. The murderer thought they could elude us by hiding the classic cherry red of the poisoning with the bruising of strangulation."

"Which is why I did the toxicology reports, Sherlock."

"And as always, you analysis was of upmost impor-"

Sherlock was interrupted by the door slamming open and a loud, southern voice, "Baby girl!"

Molly's face lit up brighter than the two men had ever seen in all their years of knowing her. She turned and screamed, "Dean!" She ran towards him excitedly and threw herself into his waiting, open arms. He picked her up and swung her around, burying his face in her long hair. "I missed you, baby girl."

His voice held a sadness that could only be detected by very few, her, her Uncle Bobby, and Sam (if he actually paid attention).

"I'm here, Dean. I missed you too. I've missed everyone." Molly whispered back.

As if on cue another unknown man stepped through the door. His frame barely fit he was so broad and tall, but his face only held sincerity, love, and deep loyalty as he looked at the two embracing. "Hey darlin'"

Molly stilled, "…Sam?" Her voice was barely above a whisper and filled with heartbreak and shock. Her eyes asked a question that only the three could understand.

"I'm fine, darlin'. I promise."

Tears were silently running down Molly's face as the two shared a look. She released herself from Dean and threw herself into the other man's arms with a broken sob, her body shaking with the force. The man instantly wrapped his hulking frame around her, cocooning them in their own world. They whispered to each other, comforting each other for a few moments before Molly stepped out and punched the man with incredible force, shocking the two men in the room she had forgotten about. "Damn darlin', what the hell was that for?!" He groaned in pain.

"You not callin' me when you came back, you damn idjit!" Sherlock's eyes raised in shock, "You're gallivantin' all around the states, huntin' who knows what havin' a gale old time and you can't take a few moments to call me? I haven't heard nuthin' since you left us and I'm here worrying my ass off every minute of the damn day!" Molly scolded him.

Dean tried to hide his snicker from the petite pathologist. And failed. Miserably. "Don't make me start on you, mister." Dean straightened up immediately with a contrite, puppy dog look. "Oh no you don't. I had to hear everything from Bobby, and you know how much that man hates gossip. You think it's okay to not call me about that lady you were with, who you obviously still love?"

Dean looked sheepish, "Damn baby girl, how the hell you do that?"

"A little bit of me, a little bit of Sherlock, a lot of Bobby, and something I don't even know." Molly smirked, "Speaking of that bastard, where is he?"

Sam answered her with a mischievous grin, "He's not used to travelin' with Cas. He's right behind us."

Molly's eyes narrowed, "So I get to meet the famous Cas?" Dean's hands clapped together in glee, ready to answer.

"Damn straight, sweet pea."

"Bobby!" She flew into the older man's arms, ignoring the other new guy wearing the trench coat and confused facial expression.

Bobby wrapped her up in a bear hug, "It's been too damn long, sweet pea. Too damn long."

"I know, Bobby. Things have just been… their own brand of crazy here."

Bobby stepped back and held her by the shoulders, "You stayin' out of the life?"

"As much as I can, Bobby. You know you can never truly leave it."

"As long as you ain't active."

"No, Sir." Molly finally noticed the other man in the room. "So. You're Cas?"

The man dipped his head, "Please to make your acquaintance, Miss Hooper. I have heard a lot about you."

"You have?" Molly sauntered up to him while Dean looked like a kid on Christmas. "I have heard plenty about you too."

Cas towered over her and looked at her questioningly, not understanding the situation at all. Sherlock leaned down over to John, "If I didn't know better, I would say our Molly is about to punch that man."

As quick as any skilled fighter, Molly's fist connected with the man's nose, making his head snap back like a punching bag. "That's for putting my boys in danger, you idjit."

Cas righted himself, tilting his head back to ease the blood flow, "Duly noted."

Dean whooped and smacked Sam's arm, "See! I told you she'd do it."

"Now that that's out of the way, pleased to meet you, Cas." Molly held out her hand amiably, as though the past interaction was a thing of the distant past.

Cas took her hand and stared at her uncomfortably. "Um, guys?"

"Yea, he does that." Sam answered.

"Um, Cas?" Molly said, trying to shake her hand out of his. The movement broke him out of his trance, "Miss Hooper, you have the purist spirit I have ever seen… it's almost… angelic." The four surrounding him all looked at him in shock, "Simply fascinating, Miss Hooper." He said, placing a small kiss on her hand.

That action made Sherlock uncomfortable and he decided enough was enough. He was tired and frustrated of being ignored. He coughed, bringing the attention to him. "Molly? It's rather rude to not introduce those in the room." John glared at him. He didn't care. He was going to get to the bottom of this man who decided he was going to flirt and kiss on his pathologist.

"Now wait just one damn minute you pompous son of a bitch. You aren't going to talk to her that way." Dean pulled Molly closer to him.

"It's okay, Dean. It is just he way he is."

"I don't care. He ain't gonna speak to you like that or else he is going to have a date with my fist."

Sherlock leaned over to John, "Father issues."

"What did you say, asshat?"

Molly stepped in, "Okay, introduction time. Sherlock, John, this is my family."

"But you don't have a family." Sherlock interrupted. The boys surrounding Molly stepped closer to her and glared.

"I don't have any family in Britain, but when my dad passed away I was still a teenager and they sent me to live with my Uncle Bobby. He is my fathers' brother. The boys were always around so they became like brothers to me."

"And that man?" Sherlock directed his gaze at the offender.

"That's Cas. He is… a friend."

"Now wait. You're saying this man is Sherlock Holmes. The Sherlock Holmes." Dean asked, pointing at the man in question.

Molly sighed. "Yes?"

"The man that has made you miserable on more than one occasion. The one that convinced you to fake his death. The one that put you in the direct line of a psychopath?"

"Dean, you know I can take care of myself."

"That don't matter, baby girl."

"Yes. That's the one. But I did all those things on my own. I offered."

Sherlock stepped in, "She did. I wouldn't have come to her otherwise. She was the only one I could trust."

"Dean. Molly knows what she was doing and if you make pretty boy over there say one more word I'm gonna end up punching him so how 'bout we wrap this up." Bobby said from behind.

"Sherlock, you should probably go. You have your information and a murderer to catch."

Sherlock walked up to her and pulled her away from the others, "We can't just leave you alone with them. I don't know them and we still haven't figured out how Moriarty could be back."

"Sherlock, I will be fine. I couldn't be safer in anyone else's company, including yours."

Sherlock scoffed, "Doubtful. You want me to leave you in the company of two drunks, a man with obvious guilt issues, and a man who doesn't care about his life?"

"Sherlock, don't. Wait. Who doesn't care about his life?"

"The brutish one."

"Sam?"

"If that is what he is called."

Molly took a deep breath. "Sherlock, for once trust me when I say you don't know what you are talking about."

Sherlock's eyes crinkled, "There is never a situation where I don't know something. Moriarity is going to come after you, I am not going to leave you in the company of those that haven't been checked out with Mycroft."

Molly stepped back, "You have been checking on me?!"

"Of course I have. It's the logical thing to do. You are going to be at the top of his list."

Molly pinched the bridge of her nose, a trait she had gotten from Bobby when someone was being particularly stupid. "Just go, Sherlock. I am not asking your permission, I am telling you. I am fine."

Sherlock opened his mouth, about to argue, "No arguments, Sherlock. You have a case, I have family to catch up with and you need to go." She turned to John with a pleading stare.

"Come on, Sherlock."

Sherlock stared down at Molly, reading every ounce of her that he could to make sure he couldn't win this. Molly stared him down the entire time, never breaking eye contact. He was the first to break. "Alright, Molly. Do be safe."

"I will Sherlock." He looked behind her at her family and glared at the man in the trench coat before smirking at him. Just before leaving with a swish of his coat, he bent down and kissed her forehead. With one final glare at Cas, he left leaving Molly looking at him in confusion.

"Awwww, baby girl has a admirer."

Molly turned and crossed her arms, "Shut it, Dean. It isn't like that."

"Then what do you make of that display? He was five seconds from peeing on your leg."

"I don't know… it's Sherlock. How can anyone know his motives." Molly was confused. Confused by his caring and his actions. Granted, he had started to open up more since Magnussen and they had grown closer but this was really out there for him.

"Man, you all are dense. That pretty boy right there was jealous of our angel." Bobby said as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe.

"Jealous?" Sam, Dean, and Molly spoke in unison. Cas just looked confused.

"Yes. Jealous. Cas' reaction to Molly may have seemed like normal Cas behavior to us, and even to Molly since she knows he ain't human but to an unsuspecting pretty boy like Sherlock? Flirting."

"But Bobby, why would he care if Cas flirted with me? We are barely friends."

"Sweat pea, that man adores you. He's just too stupid to see it. That kiss, with the glare at Cas? He was staking his territory and tellin' our angel here to back the fuck off."

"I think you are wrong, Bobby. He doesn't have feelings for me, if anything it was a sign to back off because he expects me at his beck and call."

"You tell yourself that darlin' but that isn't what the facts are sayin'." Sam spoke for the first time since their greeting.

"Either way, I am done discussing it. Now, you boys gonna tell me why the hell you are across the pond? With an angel that betrayed you in tow?"

"Demons, Angels, tablets, closing the gates of hell. The usual."

"What?!"

"Turns out there is this demon tablet written by the scribe of God that holds the secret to closing hell." Sam explained.

"That doesn't explain why you are here..."

"Well, Sam's completed the first two tasks required and Crowley took the half of the tablet and stashed it somewhere. It tells us the last task and whatnot. Kevin had a dream that the tablet was here so here we are."

"Kevin?"

"Yea, he is the new prophet, reads the Word of God. The usual."

"What happened to Edlund? I mean, he is after all the ONLY reason I know anything about y'all lately." Molly scolded.

"Awwww, damn baby girl. Don't tell me you read that shit too."

"I had to make sure there was nothing about me in there. I have shit to hide, you know?"

"Oh, don't worry, Sweat Pea. He and I had a heart to heart about what is appropriate to put in those books." Bobby reassured her with a nod.

Dean looked back at him incredulously, "But our sex lives are appropriate?!"

"Well if you two weren't such Lotharios that wouldn't be an issue, now would it."

Sam interrupted them before anything else could be said, "We don't know what happened to him. Cas said that there can only be one prophet at a time so we can only assume."

"How come you boys didn't just call me? I may be rusty but I can at least go fetch something for you two."

"We didn't want to put you in harm's way, darlin'. Especially when Crowley has a vested interest in this. And we missed you."

"Yea, baby girl. We hadn't seen you in years. And besides, it looks like we are needed from what Miss Priss was murmuring. Why don't you tell us about that before we go trapsin' around finding this tablet."

Molly glared at Dean, "You all know I am going with you, right?" The guys all started to shake their heads, "No. She should come with us."

"What the hell, Cas?!"

Cas shrugged his shoulders towards Bobby, "I don't know. She is just important. She is giving off the same frequency as an angel, just minutely. I'd like to further observe her."

Molly took a step back, "Excuse me?"

"You are very interesting Miss Hooper. You are neither Angel nor Nephilim but you give a slight hum."

"Now listen here, boy. If you think I am going to let you put some probe in my niece you got another thing comin'."

"Probe? I don't understand that reference."

"Damn it. I already got one like you, I don't need a second." Molly muttered, crossing her arms defensively, "but I reckon you'll just find a way to study me anyways so might as well do it with my consent so I can give some limitations. First, no sneakin' into my brain without my explicit say so. Every time."

"Agreed."

"And two, one of them will always be with us and you tell us EVERYTHING you find. Got it?"

"Yes. I believe those terms seem fair."

"But for now, you need to tell us what has been goin' on Sweet Pea. What's this pretty boy was sayin' about a psychopath on your ass?"

"You remember me telling you about Moriarty"

"The one that took a bullet to the brain?"

"Yes. Well a few weeks ago a video came on the CCTV from him sayin' he's back. Sherlock is up in arms about it because he can't figure it out and I have been looking into the normal methods."

"You suspect he is a demon?"

Molly shrugged her shoulders, "I did the autopsy myself, there is no way he faked it. I also checked the video inside out, but he must have recorded it before. There were no signs of possession but it's the only way. He was so manic, all the time."

Dean ran his hand through is hair, "Crossroads demon deal gone wrong?"

"That is what I was thinking. I suspect his contract was coming up and he wanted to get everything done. I also know Moriarty. That man would try to talk his way out with a brick wall and somehow come up on top. And knowing what you say of Crowley he would jump at the opportunity to have a man like that in his ranks."

Cas stepped forward, "Dean. You know, Kevin said that his vision was... Muddy. Like the tablet was being hidden."

"You think that Moriarty is hiding the tablet?"

"I do Miss Hooper."

"I think we need to head to my place and get a plan going then. If Moriarty is involved we are going to need all the help we can get."

"I'll be damned if we are going to get that namby pampy son of a bitch involved, baby girl."

"No need to angry, Dean. We may have to whether we like it or not." All three men groaned at her ominous words.