But, before anything could happen a gunshot echoed through the space and the threatening weight on Hawk's shoulder and against her throat dropped away. Hawk's knees decided to stop supporting her body and she collapsed onto the ground. Her hand flew towards her throat, afraid it would be slit and the adrenaline caused her not to feel anything yet, but aside a small cut, she wasn't hurt. Sherlock rushed towards her to make sure she was alright, while the others stared at Gil in shock.

The FBI agent had taken her gun out the holster without anyone noticing and had fired at the archdemon when she had had a clear shot. The opening of the pistol still smoked.

Hawk moved her eyes towards her attacker who stared at his upper shoulder where the bullet had pierced him. Though Hawk hadn't seen his face yet, it was as she had imagined: wrinkled and with sharp features. She couldn't help but to think that Gil had taken a huge rist; she could have hit Hawk as well.

Then, everything happened in a flash. When Avus focussed his eyes on Gil with a furious scream, Michael jumped towards the archdemon. The angel blade in his hand glistened in the last rays of the sun that already began to set.

The archangel and demon clashed upon each other and Avus used his blade to push away Michael's before it could penetrate his chest. They danced around each other, lashing out and about, but then Michael got the upperhand. Avus fell down on the street and Michael placed the blade against his throat.

"You think a simple angel blade would kill me?" Avus mockingly asked and Michael shook his head.

"No, it wouldn't. But we could use smiting." Smiting was an ability of all angels that kills another being by touching it. Avus' eyes grew large when Castiel and Muriel stepped towards them. There was a dangerous glint in the angels' eyes.

"Not even you can withstand the power of three angels, Avus."

Avus let his head hang in defeat. He indeed couldn't. The archangels and Castiel placed their hand on his head and the others had to shield their eyes from the blinding light that appeared out of Avus' skull.

When the light decreased they removed their hands from their eyes and Avus lay on his back on the street. His eyes were burned away and the stones around him were scorched as well.

"Is he... dead?" Alexis asked. She found it a bit hard to believe it had been this easy. Castiel turned towards the black-haired hunter and nodded.

"He is dead," he affirmed. For a moment, everyone was quiet but then a soft sound reached their ears and Hawk's heart leaped with joy. She snapped her head towards Han Solo. The fox rolled on his paws and walked with a limp towards his owner. Hawk let out a relieved laugh and enclosed the fox in her arms. Even Sherlock stroked the fur of the animal, glad that the brave little creature was still alive.

"What a world," he muttered. "What a world."

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The company returned to Baker Street - after the archangels had taken care of Avus' body - and the American hunters stepped into the Tardis. It was hard to believe after everything that had happened, it was now finally over.

England was saved. The threat was no more.

Sherlock, Hawk and John thanked them for the adventure, though Sherlock complained they hadn't really needed his help as they had said when they had appeared in his appartement. All they had needed were three angels, but they already had had them. Ten and Eleven laughed it away and stepped inside the Tardis as well to bring the hunters back to their homeland.

Eleven was happy that this time it had all turned out very different. Last time, they hadn't been so lucky; England had been turned into a ghost town - or should he say, ghost land? He was not sure how it came that it had changed so drastically and defeating the archdemon had appeared so easily now. Eleven glanced at Castiel who stood beside Dean and Sam. Last time the angel hadn't snatched away Muriel's grace out of Avus' hands. That must've been the big difference. The thing that had changed it all.

The Doctor smiled, and so it appeared the fate of the world was not truly set. Time could be rewritten, if only you gave it a chance.

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Life in London returned back to normal. The strange deaths by urban legends coming to life stopped and within a few days, everyone except Sherlock, John, Hawk, Greg and Phoenix, had forgotten the strange things had ever happened.

Sherlock continued to solve cases, but now also with the help of his assistant Hawk. Now that he knew the world was bigger than he ever could've known, the option of a supernatural death always played in the back of his mind when they came across an odd case.

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In America, Dean, Sam, Gil, Serena and Alexis continued to hunt supernatural beings. Though Gil would always stop and look at the night sky for a moment, wondering where the Doctors would be and in what kind of adventures they had gotten themselves in now.

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Muriel and Michael returned to Heaven. Brother and sister had a lot of catching up to do.

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Ten and Eleven separated ways and each floated though time and space with their own companions and own adventures. Though, occasionally, they would check upon their new made friends.

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All was well.

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A/N: It is done! I cannot believe it! It is finally done!

Thank you all so much for sticking with me and my sporadic updates!

I couldn't have done this without your support! And I do hope you have enjoyed some parts of this story. :)

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