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Chapter 10

John stepped out of the TARDIS back into 221B. He breathed in the familiar smell of Mrs. Hudson's cooking from downstairs, whatever experiment Sherlock had going on at the moment. The familiar sight of their slightly messy apartment, the skull and the moose on the wall. The familiar senses brought a smile to his face. No matter how long or short they were away, the sight of this room always comforted him. The others followed John out of the TARDIS for the farewells.
"Wow," Dean whistled as he walked out. "You guys have quite the decor here."
Sherlock glanced at him. "There's nothing wrong with the moose," he said briskly.
"Not even if it's wearing headphones," Sam agreed.
The brothers went to quickly look through the apartment. There were exclamations over the fingers in the refrigerator, but luckily there wasn't anything that was too odd. John laughed at their expressions; he had grown more or less used to Sherlock and the way he lived. The laughter was contagious and soon all of them were laughing; even Sherlock was smiling. Then it was time for good-byes.
"You take care of yourself, John," Dean said, clapping him on the shoulder.
"See you around," Sam said, shaking his hand. John bid them both farewell, then they moved on to Sherlock.
"Don't get too carried away here," Dean said, smiling slightly as he shook Sherlock's hand.
"It was a pleasure," Sam said, once again shaking Sherlock's hand. The two brothers then walked to the TARDIS. Before entering, they turned and waved slightly, smiling, before walking inside. Then it was Amy and Rory's turn.
John turned to see a blur of red flashing towards him as Amy came rushing towards him. "Whoa, whoa," he said, laughing slightly. Amy laughed too, giving him a hug. "I'll miss you," she said, her eyes watering slightly.
John gave her another hug before turning to Rory. He also gave him a hug, clapping him on the back. "Take care of her," he whispered. "And make sure that you two stop by again soon," he said, shaking his finger at the pair of them.
They nodded, grinning, before going to say their good-bye's to Sherlock. Amy gave him a hug as well, despite his protesting. Rory shook his hand, and then they went to join the Winchesters in the TARDIS. The Doctor gave Sherlock a hug as well, ignoring the man's sigh of annoyance. Then the Doctor walked over to John. "Thank you, John Watson," he said, smiling.
John raised his eyebrows. "For what?" he said.
"For everything," the Doctor said, grabbing him in an embrace as well. John didn't have time to ponder what he meant before the Doctor was off, bounding towards his TARDIS. "I'll see you two around," he said, winking, before closing the door. John raised a hand in farewell as the TARDIS started to fade out of existence.

Sam nearly crashed into the Impala, instead almost falling to his knees. "Whoa," he exclaimed, regaining his balance. "Ah, Baby!" Dean exclaimed, hurrying over to investigate the car. "I've missed you," he murmured, running his hands over the roof. Sam rolled his eyes while the Doctor chuckled behind him. Sam turned to the Doctor. "Hey, Doc, thanks," he said.
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "For what?" he said, chucking slightly to himself for a reason Sam didn't understand.
Sam shrugged. "For coming back," he said. "And all of your help, I'm sure it wasn't easy."
The Doctor chuckled again. "Don't worry, I always come back for my friends, not matter what their past is." He clapped Sam on the shoulder, having to reach a bit as Sam was much taller than him.
"See you around, Doctor," Sam said, returning the gesture.
Dean walked over, after having finished his reunion. Sam moved aside to let his brother speak to the Doctor. "Hey, Doc, thanks for the adventure. Certainly a break from the normal freaky things," Dean said brightly, shaking the Doctor's hand.
"Anytime, Dean, anytime," the Doctor said, smiling.
"Stop by anytime," Sam added.
The Doctor pointed at them. "You can count on it," he said brightly, before waving and standing back to let the Ponds through.
Amy walked over and gave each of the brothers an embrace. "Stay safe," she said, hugging them tightly. "You too," Sam whispered.
"Don't worry about us, we'll be fine," Dean said, breaking away gently.
Amy nodded, smiling, as Rory walked over and shook their hands. "Let's hope to see each other again," he said, nodding.
"Don't worry, you will," Sam promised.
Rory and Amy walked back to the TARDIS, waving good-bye. The Winchesters watched as the TARDIS disappeared. "At least it's a better sight than the last time," Dean observed.
Sam chuckled slightly before heading back to the Impala. "Ready, Dean?" he called.
Dean walked over and climbed into the driver's seat. "Hell yes," he said.

Rory walked over to the console. "Another successful adventure," he noted.
"Indeed it was!" the Doctor exclaimed. "We've got ourselves two new friends and a whole new aspect of life previously unknown!"
Amy laughed, brushing her back off the side of her face. Rory watched her for a moment, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling he had whenever he thought of the deal she had made. Now was not the time for dwelling on it. Rory strode over and put his arm around her, allowing her to lean against him. "So, where to now, Doctor?" he asked brightly.
"Now, I'm going to look into a couple things. You guys are going to go relax for a night, we've all earned that," he said.

Amy leaned against Rory, laughing along with her two best friends. It had been one of the more tiring adventures indeed. She ran her hand down Rory's arm and grabbed his hand. He squeezed it affectionately. Amy then turned to the Doctor. "What are you going to do then, Doctor? The last time you tried to relax...it didn't go well," she said, remembering him in their own home trying to deal with normal time.
The other two shared in her amusement, lost for a minute in memories. "Well," Amy began. "Since we've the chance, we're going to head off and relax."
The Doctor looked surprised, though not as surprised as Rory as she dragged him off. "Come along, Rory!" she shouted as she did so.
Amy heard the sound of chuckling from the console as she left. Then she turned her focus to her husband and smiled, for a moment forgetting the price that someday she would have to pay, whatever that price may be.

Sherlock stood for a moment, watching as John moved about the apartment. The doctor looked distracted, lost in thoughts about their previous adventure as well as what needed to be done before tomorrow. Sherlock himself didn't need to ponder about what happened. There was nothing to wonder about, nothing that needed to be thought about, at least concerning the past. Simply the matter of what was going to happen in the future.
Sherlock moved and took his seat, his mind whirling. Amy Pond had made a deal with the King of Hell. However, she hadn't sold her soul, according to the Doctor, and neither Sam nor Dean had contradicted him. So what would Crowley want...perhaps leverage, perhaps help in the future, probably a little security. Maybe something to get close to the Doctor, as Amy was definitely important to him.
But there was something else, something that was bothering Sherlock. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it seemed that Crowley them go rather easily after having them all in a position where he could make sure they wouldn't never interfere again. So why spare them? Why simply make a deal? There was something Crowley was hiding, some sort of ulterior motive, but what?
Sherlock was distracted from his thoughts by a series of knocks and then the doorbell ringing downstairs. He smiled. "Client," he muttered to himself. Quickly he rose and called John to join him in the living area. Hoping it was a seven, Sherlock put on an air of disinterest and waited for Mrs. Hudson to knock. And knock she did, without fail. "Sherlock, dear, someone's here to see you," she said softly.
"Very well, Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock said briskly. John rolled his eyes slightly, settling down in his chair with his laptop on his lap.
The man walked in, glancing about nervously. Sherlock looked him up and down once, then felt excitement rising as he realized this was indeed over a 7. "Yes, sit down and then tell us what you're here for," he said, sitting back in anticipation.

The Doctor watched his friends dart away, chucking to himself. Good, he thought. They need a break. He probably needed a small break too, the Doctor admitted. After all, he was only a Timelord. But there were other matters to attend to. The Doctor set about to set up a monitor for any demonic activity at all, just in case. Then the Doctor left the console.
He walked the halls of the TARDIS he knew so well. As he did so, the Doctor ran a hand along the walls. "Ah, Sexy," he said. "At least I know exactly who you are." The TARDIS hummed cheerfully in response. Soon, the Doctor was at the library. Going through the books and other materials, the Doctor soon found what he was looking for. Grabbing a candle and a couple more books, the Doctor set up an area in which he could bury himself in research for a while. Normally he wouldn't go this far, but this was important.
The Doctor pulled up a chair and set about to find out everything he could about demons, current and old, and most importantly: deals.

Dean hummed along to the music, cheerful after a good day's adventure. Though he was likely to be onset with fatigue and exhaustion, right now he was feeling the buzz he got after any hunt. Dean glanced in the rear view and jumped, nearly swerving the car too far to the left. Castiel was sitting in the back seat, watching him interestedly.
"Cas, seriously?" he said. "No warning?"
Sam looked behind him, an expression of surprise on his face. "Hey, what's up?" he asked.
Castiel looked at him seriously. "I was making sure you two were all right from your previous adventure through time and space," he said gruffly.
"Yep, we're peachy," Dean said. Then he frowned, looking at the angel. "You don't look so good, what have you been up to?"
Cas hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Just been investigating the angel tablet, that is all," he said eventually.
"Uh-huh, how's that working out?" Dean asked.
"Not as well as I would have liked," Cas admitted.
"We got you," Sam said.
Castiel frowned slightly. "Thank you, I think," he said slowly.
Dean chuckled at the expression on his face. "Hey, why don't you spend the night with us. We'll go out, celebrate life, enjoy ourselves for one night?" he suggested, reclining in his seat at the thought. Sam glanced at him in surprise; a look that Dean ignored.
Castiel tilted his head. "I'm not sure if that is wise in our current predicament," he said slowly.
"Ah, who cares? It'll be fun," Dean said.
"It's okay, Cas, everyone needs a break every once in a while. You'll get back on the investigation and it'll be fine," Sam said.
Dean glanced at him gratefully. Cas looked at the both of them, then smiled. "Yes, I'd like that," he said.
"Good," Dean said, revving the engine. "You wouldn't have had much choice, really."
He heard Sam chucking as they picked up speed, going a bit more than was legal. Dean slowed down just enough to not get into any legal trouble-God knows that they didn't need that right now-but fast enough to still enjoy the ride. Dean glanced in the mirror again, enjoying the look of surprise on the angel's face. This is what the good life is, Dean thought, reclining back.
Dean, Sam, and Cas listened to the sound of classic rock blaring through the stereo with the wind whipping through the car. "Where are we going?" Castiel asked, shouting to make himself heard.
Dean smiled. "Well, my friend," he replied. "That's for the night to decide."

The story continues in The Angel