The ride was silent and within a few minutes, they were in Bobby's house. The Doctor opened up the door and then moved aside, allowing Dean, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, Crowley, Michael, and Lucifer to get off. Jack and Sherlock stayed for obvious reasons.

"Will we ever see you again?" Dean asked the Doctor, curious of his answer.

"Maybe . . . I've sort of decided to go into retirement if you will."

"Well if you ever need help . . . . or just need someone to hang out with, don't bother calling first. You can just come by whenever," said Bobby.

"Thank you," said the Doctor.

"I suppose I'll see you later then?" Sherlock then said, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Probably," said Sam. "Call us if you find John so we know he's okay."

"I will," Sherlock promised.

"I doubt we'll be seeing any of each other so good bye as well," said Jack. "Really, it's pity though. I would've liked to get better acquainted with you Moose."

"Uh . . . thanks?" replied Sam, not really sure how to react to that.

Jack smiled in response and then walked back into the T.A.R.D.I.S. Sherlock nodded a good bye, following the captain, as the Doctor gave one final wave and closed the T.A.R.D.I.S. door. After a few moments, the sounds of the T.A.R.D.I.S. and the box itself had disappeared.

Crowley gave a sigh at that moment and said, "Well, it's been wonderful darlings. Now, if you don't mind, I have a Hell to clean up."

As the demon disappeared, Dean shook his head and muttered, "Somehow I feel we'll regret helping him."

Castiel then looked towards Michael and Lucifer asking, "Will you come with me back to Heaven?"

"No."

If the answer had come from Lucifer, no one would've been very surprised. However, the answer came from Michael instead. Frowning slightly, Cas said, "Heaven needs their leader though. The last time I saw it, Heaven was in the middle of a civil war and I doubt it's gotten any better."

"Why don't you take control then?" asked Michael.

"But Michael—"

"No, I'm not coming back. I don't . . . I don't want to rule anyone anymore. I don't want to be the man in charge, the one people follow and look up to. I just want to be . . . me."

"Then what will you do?" asked Dean. "I hope it doesn't involve killing anything."

Michael glared at Dean but calmly said, "No, I was planning on leaving this planet for now. Besides, after healing Lucifer, I wouldn't be any use in any battle. I'll come back but probably not for awhile."

"And I'm guessing you're going with him?" Sam asked Lucifer.

"Of course," the devil replied. "Unless there's anything else, I think we'll be leaving then."

"Alright," said Castiel. "Good luck to both of you."

"And good luck to you little brother," said Michael and then he and Lucifer were gone.

"I better get going as well. If you need anything though, you know how to get in reach with me Dean," said Castiel and before anyone could say good bye, he was gone too.

The once crowded room now held only the Winchesters and Bobby.

Bobby opened his mouth to quickly say something when suddenly everyone could hear a door opening. Dean immediately reached for his gun but it was of course gone. Thankfully, they were at Bobby's and he had guns everywhere. Everyone had one in their hand before the unknown man walked into the room.

"Rufus?" asked Bobby, surprise clear in his voice. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" cried out Rufus as he pulled out a gun as well. "What are you doing here?"

"It's my house you idjit. Now answer my question."

"You, and you boys, disappeared about a year ago. The house has been empty sense so I've been taking care of it. Now before I say anything else, prove to me you aren't demons."

Okay, if Bobby ever saw the Doctor again, he'd hit him first for making them a year late. Nevertheless, Bobby rolled his eyes but allowed Rufus to douse him, Sam, and Dean with holy water. However, he did a few more tests just to make sure.

"Alright, so it is you Bobby. Now tell me where the hell you've been."

"And what a story this will be," muttered Dean as Sam gestured for Rufus to sit down.

The Doctor dropped off Jack next.

"It was good seeing you again Doctor," said Jack. "Will it be our last?"

"We'll see Jack."

"I know you said you're retiring but you wouldn't really?" The Doctor's silence pretty much answered Jack's question and for a moment the captain looked sad. However, he put another smile on his face and said, "Well good bye then. Hopefully I'll get to see you again. See you later Sherlock."

"The same goes for you," Sherlock simply replied.

The Doctor watched Jack walk away and then closed the door and turned towards Sherlock. "And where do you want to be dropped off?"

Sherlock paused for a few moments and then finally decided, "At 221B Baker Street for now. I'll look for John here on Earth first and then if I can't find him, I'll get in contact with you. Besides, I think I've stayed dead long enough and I'm sure Mrs. Hudson would enjoy seeing me."

The Doctor nodded in understanding and went back to the main console, setting in the coordinates for 221B. A few seconds later, the T.A.R.D.I.S. had arrived right in front of the flat.

"Thank you once more," said Sherlock and as the Doctor nodded, Sherlock left the ship.

The detective walked out of the T.A.R.D.I.S. and couldn't help but smile upon seeing 221B. It had been quite some time sense he'd last seen it and the familiar place was comforting. With a sigh, he walked up to the door, testing the knob. It was unlocked so he walked right in.

"Mrs. Hudson!"

He could hear the sound of someone moving about as quickly as possible and then Mrs. Hudson appeared and extremely shocked look on her face. She seemed frozen and then finally got out, "He was right."

"Who was right?"

"Dr. Watson."

What? But how could John have told her about him really being alive? Unless . . .

At that moment, none other than Dr. Watson came running down the stairs, freezing his hand on the rail. Even Sherlock was shocked. The odds that John would be in 221B were so large that Sherlock had decided that he should expect to be disappointed when he got home.

He was not however and John then began to slowly descend towards him. When he was finally standing in front of Sherlock, the detective thought for a second that he might faint like when he first realized that Sherlock was alive.

John punched him again instead.

"A year Sherlock! I thought you were dead. Again! And no one would believe me either," cried out John angrily.

A year? Oh Doctor, you arrived at the right space but it would appear you got the time slightly off, though Sherlock. "I've been gone a year?"

"Yes! After the black whole sucked everything in, I blacked out and woke up here. I waited a year for you Sherlock! I even tried to contact the Winchesters. Everyone thought I was crazy and I accidently left my sister all alone in America because we were on vacation before I met the Doctor. Can you believe that?! And once more, you just waltz back into my life?"

"John, I can explain."

"Well you better hurry up and I'd much appreciate it if you backed up my story that I told Mrs. Hudson," replied John as he began to walk back up the stairs. When Sherlock simply stood there, John turned around and said, "Aren't you coming? Mrs. Hudson, it would be lovely if you could join us as well and how about you bring up some tea."

"I'm not your housekeeper."

A few minutes after the Winchesters got a call that John was alright, the Doctor also got a call.

"It's alright Doctor, he's here. You don't have to go searching for him."

"That's wonderful Sherlock. I'm glad to here it."

"As I am. Will we be seeing you again Doctor?" asked Sherlock.

"Hard to say."

"Well you are always welcomed at 221B if you ever feel like it," replied Sherlock.

"Thank you," said the Doctor and then they both hung up.

The Doctor, as he sat in his T.A.R.D.I.S, thought about seeing Sherlock or the Winchesters but he decided against it. He was going to retire like he'd said. He ended up moving to the time period where Jenny and Madame Vastra.

Yes, there shouldn't be that much excitement there and at least he'd have friends. Even if they'd only try to annoy him into investigating things again.

The Master knew what the Doctor's plans were and he surprisingly let him be. But that was only because he knew that eventually one day the TimeLord would be out among the stars again. It was who the Doctor was.

Whether he liked it or not.

So the Master was content on waiting for his best friend and enemy to come back out of hiding. He waited for the day they would fight again.

Sebastian was sweating heavily and it was hard to see through the dimly lit jungle. He'd been walking for days, weeks, months probably. He kept going, never stopping never resting. He didn't need to.

The sniper didn't encounter anything while he walked so the journey was endless and would appear seemingly pointless to many. However, Sebastian had a job, one he would up hold no matter what.

He hadn't been able to find an edge to the forest or any other way out but he'd keep searching for that and Moriarty, whichever came first. It didn't matter that Jim didn't think the same of Sebastian as the sniper thought of his boss.

Even if Seb didn't love Jim, he was the employee and Jim the employer, even in death. He would always search for Jim, even if it took all of eternity. But Sebastian doubted it would take for eternity because he would find him.

Sebastian would always find Jim.

AN: Thank you for all the reviews, followers, and people who have favorited this story. I will try to write a sequel but only after the new season of Doctor Who begins. This is the last chapter and I hope you like it.