A/N: Eep...Hehehe, Hi, guys...I am so, so, SO sorry for this abnormally & ridiculously long delay! The only excuse I can give you is that college - mostly Organic Chemistry, for that matter - is being much more difficult than it has any right to.

Legion: WE ARE LEGION. WE HAVE RETURNED. FORGIVE US. *sharpens claws absently*

Legion, love, where are your manners?

Legion: WE ARE LEGION. FORGIVE US. PLEASE. *smiles sharply*

That's more like it. *coos* Good job, sweetling.

Anyways. I hope that you all enjoy this chapter! I haven't actually logged onto my account in a while, either, so I haven't responded to any reviews in a while, as I'm sure you've noticed. However, I promise that I will get right on that, my dears! =)

Also...HOLY FLYING, CHOCOLATE-COVERED, BUBBLE-BLOWING FISH! I am so utterly blown away by the amount of reviews, favorites, & follows this story has accumulated. Honestly, I'm not sure whether to be ecsatic & over the moon or terrified & hiding under my bed in a little ball...Maybe a bit of both...

Legion: WE ARE LEGION. PEOPLE LIKE US.

Apparently so...Oh! I mean...as they very well should! *sniffs*

~ Angel

"My name is Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord."

Sherlock and John both stared.

John blinked, stared, and blinked again. The messy-haired man-angel-thing was still standing there, shadowy wings refolding behind him and beginning to disappear back to whatever alternate plane or dimension they originally came from.

The army veteran considered himself a Christian. He truly did. No, he was not a fixed member at any church or chapel, but he did pray, and pray often, and he still had the ratty Bible his father had given to him as a teenager, which was now eternally crusted with the sand of foreign deserts. However. Never, in his wildest thoughts, had the blonde thought that he would have a man standing in his flat, dressed like a banker of sorts, and proclaiming the fact that he was an angel.

He flicked his eyes over to his flat mate, half expecting the genius to have already made some mad, sarcastic, biting comment about the spectacle. Instead, Sherlock was as still as a statue and still staring at Castile - 'the angel'. John doubted that anyone else would notice, but he could see that his best friend's ethereal, gray eyes were widened slightly. Vaguely, the doctor thought that perhaps Sherlock's massive intellect had finally been brought to a halt and how that could be a bit not good.

John felt hysterical laughter bubble up inside his chest and just barely suppressed it with concern for his friend.

For the second time in his life, Sherlock Holmes found his logic failing him.

The first instance - he no longer questioned or counted the unfathomable actions of his friend, filing them away as things that were simply John - occurred during the Baskerville case. He had seen the Hound, he and Henry Knight. He had seen something, something that no amount of facts or rationalization could explain - at first, of course. He had certainly discovered the true explanation in the end - although John still insisted that he was wrong about the sugar.

This time, however, was vastly different. This time, Sherlock could not conceive of a logical reason for the phenomenon occurring before his eyes.

Three men were standing in his and John's flat, insisting they were hunting for some demonic entity. Now one of the three was claiming that he was an angel. Said man had exceptionally dark, windswept locks - 'No signs of gel, so a naturally unkempt style. Hair is the same color as the eyebrows. Natural color, then, as well.' - and brilliantly blue eyes - 'Blank, but not emotionless. Repressed emotions, then, obviously. He's not used to acting on his feelings or letting them show. Possible sociopathic tendencies.' Sherlock could make out faint laugh lines around the man's eyes. ''Smiled and laughed often at one point in his life, but there are no new creases, and his expression is set. Implies that he hasn't been smiling as much recently.'

The detective moved to the man's clothes. 'Trench coat. Grimy in places, but no obvious rips or tears. It's old and worn often. Has been discreetly repaired, or owner has taken great care not to damage it. He's wearing the coat inside, even though the temperature in the flat is moderate. Either doesn't notice the temperature or simply becomes chilled easily. A suit underneath. Uniformly black and of a relatively nice make. White dress shirt. Job required formal wear, but he hasn't attended his job in a while. Wrinkles. Shirt coming untucked. Hasn't attempted to impress or make an impression based off of appearance. Tie loose and coming untied. Blue color matches eyes. Chosen by someone else, obviously, most likely a wife or girlfriend. That person is no longer around, as evidenced by clothes' lack of care. Suit also dirty and well-worn. Worn continuously for some time. No available income. Further evidence of lack of a stable job.'

Satisfied, Sherlock flicked his attention back to the two swiftly vanishing objects which had caused him such discomfit. His brilliant mind stuttered to an almost halt. They truly appeared to be wings. Large, black wings that seemed to be formed from shadows, although, of course, that could be a result of the appendages, themselves, simply remaining unseen to the naked eye.

Suddenly, his mind began to race once more, deducing and analyzing as only he could. Try as he might, however, the detective could only conclude that the man, this Castiel, could only be an angel. At that moment, it was the only plausible explanation available to him.

'After all,' Sherlock thought, almost sarcastically, 'once you have ruled out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'

A/N: Soooo...What did you think? Good? Terrible? Fantastic? Growl-worthy? Legion & I love to hear from you all, & my poor little plotbunny could use a tasty meal after all the bunny-brain-power he's put into this puppy!

Legion: FEED US. FEED US PLEASE.

See what I mean? Slashing out ideas can be quite the workout!

Before I go, my lovelies, I'd also like to thank everyone who has stuck with me. Your faith in me & your commitment shall not be in vain, dear readers! This I do so swear! =D

~ Angel