The three Englishmen looked at each other with worry as the memories of Dartmoor can flooding back. The last time they were there brought nothing but fear and anxiety to everyone, Sherlock especially. It was a place they would never go back to in a million years or even if someone paid them. Yes, it turned out to be all fake and just an illusion of a poor man who had had them since he was a child but it was still a frightening experience, which none would revisit anytime soon.

"Judging by your expression I'd say you three have been there before," Dean said as he drew his attention to the three anxious Englishmen.

"We solved a case there a while back. It was interesting, to say the least."

"INTERESTING! Sherlock, it scared all of us half to death!" John exclaimed.

"Minor details John."

"Minor details! Minor…you were scared, you had a panic attack. I wouldn't…

"Alright, we've all established that you've been there, how about we focus on the problem at hand?" Sam interrupted

"My point exactly Sam. Now Crowley was it? Where about in Dartmoor is this 'Lazarus Pit" Sherlock grinned, drawing his attention to the demon.

"Dewer's Hollow. Both Heaven and Hell thought it was the best place since hardly anyone goes. Those who do never go inside the caves there where the gates are hidden."

"Like this situation could any worse." John groaned.

"Actually it does…since we're dealing with demons you three have to get tatted up."

"What the bloody hell does that mean?!" Greg exclaimed

Both Sam and Dean took a deep sigh as they reveal their anti-possession on their chest.

"And how does a stupid looking tattoo help us deal with these demons?" John added.

"Stop the demons from possessing your asses and wearing you as a meat suit," Dean answered.

"And does it work?"

"Having gotten possessed since it was on," Sam responded.

"Best part about it, you can have it anywhere and it still works. Hell, you can get it on your junk for all I care and it will still do its job." Dean smiled.

"Why would…nevermind we get your point," John said with a sigh

"Good cause I advise you get them first thing in the morning. Also, close all your doors and windows and salt them. If you need extra we have a quite a collection of the stuff."

"I'm sorry, salt the doors and windows?" Greg asked.

"Works as a barrier to keep the demons out," John answered.

"And how do you know this?"

"Sam and Dean told us when we first met."

"Right all of this is still a lot to take in. I think I should call a cab home."

"None of us will allow that Greg…let me drive you, at least that way we all know you got home safely."

"Fine but I'm still want to leave now."

"I'll go with you, Dean. The demons have your scent too." Cas insisted

Dean nodded, leaving the flat with Lestrade and Cas as escorting him to his car. While Dean did, Sam and Bobby helped Sherlock and John salt all their door and windows. After the job was done the two hunters bid the Englishmen goodnight before going back to their own flat to research all they could about Dewer's Hollow and the Lazarus Pit. By the time they were done Dean had entered the front door with Cas and collapsed on the couch.

"Find anything?" Dean asked tiredly

"Yeah, turns out Dewer's Hollow is a landmark in Dartmoor. There are night and daytime tours, souvenirs…it's pretty insane."

"Anything else?"

"Dartmoor got its name on the map after a TV company base a documentary on a man claimed to have seen a hound from hell when he was just a kid. Ever since people go in hopes to see this hound. And that's all we've managed to find."

"What about the Larazus Pit?"

"Squad. Every he managed to dig up, your angelic boyfriend already told us." Bobby groaned.

"We were hoping you might be able to tell us more about it Cas."

"I'll be delighted to moose." Crowley smiled before the angel could say anything.

"Alright, Crowley could you tell us more about the Lazarus Pit?"

"Like your baby in a trenchcoat said before, it's a prison for the world's worst monster, demons, and even angels. It was created about the time the first judgment day had finished…Lucifer created these 'foul' beasts to help him win the battle against Michael. And that's what's in there plus all the angel that rebelled. But details. Anyway, it's been moved to place to place in order to keep it secret and the only way to open it is either through the leader of hell…me, or the leader of hell…God."

"How do you know of all this?"

"King of Hell remember."

Everyone in the room just rolled their eyes and groaned in disgusted.

"What's our next move?" Cas asked suddenly.

"We get some sleep and prepare a battle plan tomorrow. I think is our best bet," Sam answered.

"Okay and what about the extra passenger we somehow managed to pick up?" Dean groaned.

"I don't know. Train them at what we do I suppose. I mean they all look like they have weapon training so the only thing we have to do is give them a brief history on demons and their weaknesses."
"Oh, that's a great idea. Train a bunch of people we hardly know, great idea Sam." Dean said sarcastically.

"I wouldn't say that we hardly know them."

"Why do you say that?"

"While you out helping Greg, I did some extra research on our 'neighbors' and found their blogs. Sherlock has one called 'The Science Of Deduction' which is just filled with nonsense if you ask him. And John has one that documents all the cases they solved, which is actually a good read. You might actually like it, Dean."

"I might if it gives us an insight into what those tea heads are like. Anyway what else can you tell me about Sherlock's blog?"

"Um…it just nonesense really. He posted that he can identify a software designer by their tie and a flight piot by their left thumb. Then he went on about tobacco ash and prefume. And people call us weird." Sam chuckled

"Another thought where's Bobby going to sleep?"

"One of us have to give their bed."

"I will. You'll bet at rock, paper, scissors anyway…might as well save myself the embarrassment."

"And speaking of bed I think we should all go, since we do have a big day tomorrow." Sam yawned as he grabbed his laptop and headed upstairs to his bedroom.

"And where is our bedroom boy?"

"Past the kitchen and it's the door at the end of the hall Bobby."

Bobby gave Dean a nod before disappearing in the bedroom

"You should go to sleep too Dean." Cas said in his calm angelic voice.

"I will just not right away. I have my own reaserch to do first."

"That can wait, you need your sleep."

At that moment the angel was holding a fluffy pillow and a warm blanket. He walked over to the couch and arrange on the couch for Dean.

"Sleep." Cas demanded.

"Alright, fine…"

Dean let out a loud yawn before lying on the couch and falling into a deep sleep.