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Superlock Final Part

This witch seems to be everything the Winchesters have described them to be. Multiplied by a large amount. I am currently in the basement of her green house, terrible place to commit a crime where you live. The cleanup is awful and never completely erases all evidence of a crime.

"So the Winchesters are looking for me to translate their Book of the Damned just like that? Power is held in the mark and that is not something I want to release, I have not qualms, however, about releasing the Winchesters spleens from their abdomens."

How tiresome, I've been chained to the ceiling for at least an hour and all she's done is blather on and on. Honestly if you're going to live as a villain as long as this witch seems to, you should at least torture your victims with knives and not complaints. I wish John would hurry up, I'm bored!!!!

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Deans POV

"This is it" I yell as we all jump out of the car, "Cas we're going in! If you wanna use your mojo to help that'd be great"
John was already halfway down the long driveway when the door swung open. Cas on the other side.
"Thank you for running as far as you did John. There were enochian patterns in the gravel that you disrupted for me."

"We can all hug and be happy later, we need to save Sherlock!" Sam whisper shouted. We all stepped into the house and searched it top to bottom. Well not really, witches like basements so All we did was find a cellar door in the kitchen. Now was when things would start to go down.

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Sherlock

When the Winchesters burst into the cellar the witch screamed and her spell on my bindings began to loosen. Apparently she was using a lot of power to stop the angel from penetrating the doorway. Unfortunately the damage had already been done as quite a lot of my blood had been drained to be used for her spell of anti-aging.

"John get Sherlock out of here! We'll handle her" I believe Sam said this. My vision began to blur as John sliced through my bindings but his triumphant look turned to confusion when he saw that I stayed in place.

"Dammit! She's using a spell to hold him!" John looked frantic as the Winchesters attempted to corner the witch in her own dungeon. Sam, however, liked as if he were walking against a hurricane gale. Dean looked as if it were no more than a rough wind as he waited behind her, knife drawn.

"Let the detective go or we won't be nearly as nice to you as you were with him." Dean growled as the witch whipped around to face her new for.

"Oh no.... He's my leverage, you see, hunters with your morales wouldn't dare let someone die merely because of a little translation..." Her voice began to change from a soft lilt to an old woman's croak as her spell began to weaken.

"So you can read it!" Sam roared, "RELEASE SHERLOCK AND TRANSLATE THE BOOK OR YOULL WISH YOU BURNED IN THE WITCH TRIALS!!!!"

"Never! All that book holds is darkness... And I will gladly die before I read a single word of that book! Even I do not wish to release- AAAAAUUGHHHHH......"

"Too bad" Dean grinned as his knife slid into her chest cavity, "she could've helped us and maybe lived long enough to see my knife coming out of her stomach...." A gleam came into his eyes as all the spells that had been holding back a frantic Cas, holding me captive, and holding Sam at bay dissipated.

As I fell to the floor I began to slip into unconsciousness but I did see the bloodlust in the elder Winchester's eyes.

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3rd person

Sherlock woke up in his bed listening to the hushed conversation going on in the next room.

"We should just go John. Sam and I need to get back to the states"

"You just got here! And you saved Sherlock"

"Yeah but we put him in that position in the first place"

John was reluctant to let the Winchester's leave. He enjoyed the sense of brotherhood they had and he missed talking to... Not Sherlock or the police.

"If you don't want to stay, then we'll go with you" Sherlock appeared at the kitchen door from his room, "Castile clearly can take us all and if we have any possible clients Mrs. Hudson can phone us."

"No way!" Sam didn't like dragging outside people into hunting but even John could see a little bit of hesitation in Sam's eyes.

"Really." John had to reach up quite a bit to place his hand on Sam's shoulder, "we'd love to see America. And don't say that it's too dangerous, I'm an ex-solider and he's Sherlock"

".... Fine" Dean looked a little hesitant but knew that people like John and especially Sherlock would just fly over, despite what they said. The detective and his blogger were too much like the brothers Dean had decided. "But don't blame us if you have a wendigo chasing you through Missouri"

"Noted" Sherlock smirked at his victory.

"Shall we depart?" Cas materialized behind Dean causing him to jump in surprise.

"Yeah, Sherlock and John are coming along for the ride though. Think you can handle it?"

"Two more will be no problem"

Sherlock noted Castiels seeming need for Dean's approval... Interesting.

"Time to go" Sam announced after another uncomfortable starting session between Dean and Cas.

"Phone if we get any customers that ARENT BORING." Sherlock emphasized "and please tidy up my thumbs in the fridge, I don't think that I'll be able to continue that experiment while in America"

The last thing the boys heard before Cas flew them to the bunker was, "Not your housekeeper!"

The End