I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've gotten a new job and have either been working late or going out because I have the money for it now. But anyway, we're actually nearing the end now, just a few more scenes to write. I'm not sure how many chapters it'll end up being but I'm almost done writing. Enjoy!

Click

One of the demons locked the door and flicked the open sign off. Other demons closed the blinds and approached John. John quickly pulled the angel blade out of his jacket, preparing for a fight. He started slashing at the demons that tried to grab him, making only superficial cuts. The demon possessing the girl grabbed John from behind by his shoulders and dragged him onto the counter. John swung the blade back, plunging it into the demon's neck. She fell onto the floor as other demons ran over to pin John's arms and legs down. Once he was immobile, one of the demons twisted the blade out of his John's hand and held it to his throat.

John figured now was a good time to call in reinforcements, "Cas!"

Faster than a blink of the eye, Cas was there, standing right behind the demon with the knife. The demon whirled around, slashing the angel blade, but Cas had already moved to the other side of the counter. He then reached over and put his hand on the back of the demon's head. The moment it hit the floor, John and several other demons, dove for the blade. He and another demon reached it at the same time. Fortunately for John, he grabbed onto the handle, the demon on the other hand, had it's fingers wrapped around the blade of the knife, as John pulled it back. He was quickly tackled by two other demons while the first cupped it's injured hand. Cas started smiting his way through the crowd of demons. John kicked one demon hard in the chest, sending it flying backwards, as he kept wrestling for the angle blade with the other. He swung his elbow at the demon's face, while twisting the blade out of it's grip. With one quickly slash the demon was dead. John quickly scrambled back up to his feet, turning to face the other demon. The demon was also back up and walking towards him, wielding a meat cleaver. It's black eyes stared into his blue ones. John prepared for a fight as the demon creeped closer.

Thunk

John's attention was pulled to the noise behind him. There were several demons struggling to keep Cas down with a table crushed under them. Can was managing to slowly get back on his feet, even with the demons clinging to him. Out of the corner of his eye, John could see a shadow looming over him. He knew letting himself get distracted was a horrible mistake. Jumping to the side, when he saw the shine off of the silver blade of the cleaver as it came down at him, John felt it knick on the edge of his shoulder and graze on his sleeve. John took this opportunity to lunge for the demon's stomach with the angle blade. Seeing the knife coming for him, the demon dove back, stomach just out of reach for the tip of the blade as the demon caught John's arm. The doctor tried frantically to pull his arm free. With a sick smile plastered on it's face, the demon raised the cleaver high over it's head. Quickly, John dropped the blade and with his free hand, driving it up into the demon's chest at the same moment that the meat cleaver came down.

He felt his blade slide into the demon, but he knew the cleaver was coming for him. John closed his eyes and prepared for the blow. After a moment John reopened his eyes to see Cas standing beside him, the cleaver then clambered to the floor. The angel had used his arm as a shield. John looked up in shock.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" John looked over Cas' arm.

Cas shook his head, "It takes more than that to injure an angel."

"Thank you," John said with a curt nod.

"You're welcome," Cas said, "Unfortunately we didn't get any new information form this."

"Hm, I wouldn't say that," John nodded his head towards the front of the store.

Their attention turned to a light clicking sound as the demon with the injured hand fumbled with the lock on the demon looked over, eyes meeting Castiel's. It opened it's mouth, black smoke pluming out.

John moved back a step and gripped the angel blade tightly, "What's she doing?"

"Trying to escape," Cas rushed forward and grabbed onto the smoke, stopping it before pushing to back in the mouth.

Once the demon was back inside, Cas held tightly onto it's jacket.

"We would like you to answer some questions."

Well this it just perfect! Sherlock glared in the direction of the still unconscious Winchesters. If it wasn't for them, he could have had a chance at escaping. However with them knocked out, trying to run would have only gotten them killed. So instead Sherlock complied with the demon's demands, acting frightened. He examined his surroundings. It was very dark inside the warehouse, there were no lights and the thick clouds over head stopped any from coming through the dingy windows. Also, there were long ropes dangling from the pipes on the ceiling, which their wrists were bound with. He didn't even need to test them to know that the ropes were tight enough that they wouldn't be able to slip out. Sherlock heard Dean groan as he came to.

"Finally," Sherlock sighed.

Dean blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus, "What the hell?"

"After Malvo knocked you and Sam out, I decided that playing along with his demands was the best way to keep us all alive. Malove is now in the other room, most likely planning horrible ways to extract information from us," Sherlock's gaze fixed on the door, his voice flat and emotionless, like a robot.

Dean gave himself a second to take in the info, before looking over at his brother hanging next to him.

"Sam! Sammy!" He whispered urgently, while pulling at his rope.

"Huh? Wha…" Sam blinked awake and scoped out the room.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Malvo is in the next room and yes, he has taken the liberty of removing your weapons."

Sam nodded slowly, "Alright, now what?"

"I have a plan that might work if we've got the right materials," Sherlock's eyes shot over to the Winchesters.

A few minutes later, Malvo strolled back in, rolling a table full of various sharp, pointy objects, that could be used to mutilate someone. He stood in front of them with a small smile on his face, "Time to get started."

Sam glared at him, "What do you want? You had us, why didn't you just kill us then?"

"My orders are to find out what you know and how you know it, then string you up so everyone can see. Make an example of you, ya know, spook other hunters," Malvo shrugged, tone very casual.

Dean scuffed, "Unless you're going torture us with cake and stripperes, there ain't nothing you can do to us that we haven't seen before."

Malvo gave a short laugh, "Oh, I know enough about the mighty Winchesters to know about your time in hell. That's why I'm not starting with you," His eyes drifted over to Sherlock.

Sherlock threw back a stone cold glare as the demon eyed him.

"Ya know, these two have a habit of getting all of their little friends killed, "But you seem so confident that they'll be able to keep you alive."

One of Malvo's hands snaked up, palm under the detective's chin, fingers pinching down on his cheeks, "Aw, now, even with your grumpy face, you have to know you're completely helpless, right?" Malvo's other hand reached over and picked up a nice and shiny knife, resting the tip of the blade just under Sherlock's eyes.

"You're underestimating my experiences," Sherlock raised his knee up, driving it into the demon's stomach hard enough to make Malvo stumble backwards. When Malvo moved so did the knife, leaving a shallow cut, narrowly missing Sherlock's eye.

Once Malvo regained his footing, he glared at Sherlock with black eyes, "Oh, you're going to regret that."

"Perhaps,"Sherlock said with a small smirk.

Malvo grabbed Sherlock by a fist full of curls and pulled him closer. He then put the blade against the corner of Sherlock's mouth, drawing a drop of blood, "Maybe I should take that pretty smile away."

"It's a very dangerous thing to be less clever than you think you are," The knife slowly dug in more as Sherlock spoke.

Malvo's gaze instantly shot up to Sherlock's hands and spotted the small file attempting to saw through the rope. The demon let go of his hair, instead grabbing the hand with the file in it. Sherlock could hear his fingers snap. He bit his lip to hold back a scream. As the file dropped, Malvo turned to face Sam and Dean.

The Winchesters quickly finished cutting through their ropes using a small knife. The instant their feet touched the floor, Malvo sent them flying backward. Sam and Dean skitted across the floor, making it all the way to the other side of the room. They quickly scrambled back to their feet. Dean glanced at the table of torture devices and saw their knives. He then started sprinting towards it, as Sam dug in his jacket for his flask of holy water.

Malvo gripped his knife and ran forward to cut off Dean. Dean caught the demon's arm as he swung the knife, only to be punched by Malvo's other hand. A hard hit to his diaphragm knocked the wind out of him, causing Dean to stumble back. Malvo took this chance to jerk his hand and kicked the Winchester to the floor. Immediately Sam was on him, throwing holy water on his face. The demon hissed as his skin burned. Sam looked over at the table then at Sherlock, who was working on his ropes with his good hand. They made eye contact before Sherlock pushed the table with his foot, making it roll to him. The hunter rushed over and grabbed the table. He quickly picked up the demon knife, but was thrown by Malvo as soon as he got it. That's when Dean sprung back up, tackling Malvo. The two rolled around on the floor, wrestling and exchanging punches, while Sam regained his bearings. Malvo got his foot up to Dean's chest and kicked. The Winchester flew back, plowing into his brother. Sam and Dean suddenly went soaring, landing with their backs pressed against the wall.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled as they struggled to get away.

Malvo's eyes were now black as he glared at them, "Now, now, no need to be rude." He then waltzed over to pick up his knife.

"I was just going to torture your friend until you blabbed, "Malvo said, examining his knife, "But now I'm going to have some fun with you."

"Bring it," Sam dared, "You're nothing but an average demon hiding behind someone stronger, because you can't fight the boss yourself."

Malvo growled and gripped his knife tighter.

"What? Did we hit a nerve," Dean smirked.

Suddenly Sam's head smacked on the wall, making a sickening crack. Malvo had a hand full of Sam's hair, pulling it tightly. Sam winched, Dean was yelling and swearing.

"How about I start with that handsome face?"Malvo pressed the blade against Sam's neck to keep him from struggling. Malvo called over his shoulder, "What do you think about me slicing up your boyfriend, sweetheart?" He turned to look at Sherlock, but only found the rope hanging.

Malvo growled and looked around. The front door burst open and Sherlock strolled through. In one hand he held a piece of cardboard and a lighter in the other.

"The sprinklers systems in these buildings can last a remarkably long time, sweetheart,"With that Sherlock ignited the cardboard, setting off the sprinklers.

Malvo let out a scream, Sam and Dean dropped to the floor with the demon. They could hear his skin sizzle as Malvo cursed under his breathe in pain.

"You blessed the water in the pipes," Sam mumbled as he made it back to his feet.

"Yes, it took a minute to find the water tank, but once I got it the rest was quite easy," Sherlock said as he walked over, picking up the angel blade from the table and examining it. His tone was casual, yet held so much arrogance that the boys couldn't help but want to groan and shake their heads.

Malvo heard it too, the arrogance only infuriated him. A rage filled scream echoed throughout the room as Malvo lunged forward as Sherlock. The detective's reflexes kicked in. His hands shot up to protect himself, still holding the knife. The blade slid into Malvo's stomach. Sherlock watched as Malvo sparked out, inches from his face. His body hit the ground with a thud.

Sherlock stood there in shock for a second, before his eyes drifted down to the angel blade.

"Hey, you did a good job man," Dean tried to lightened the mood.

Sam looked Sherlock over, "Are you doing okay?"

Sherlock cleared his throat before speaking, "We should go back to the flat now, our three hours are up."

Dean checked his watch, Sherlock was right. So they gathered up their belongings and stepped out into the rain.