Sam paced back and forth ruffling his hair, “So, Jean is the daughter of Jim Moriarty.” They had teleported to an area covered with tall trees, giving them the privacy they needed.

“Yes.”

“Son of a bitch.” Dean leaned against the tree and crossed his arms. “So now what?”

“Well we should first ask why she was at the crime scene.” Pushing back his wavy brown locks, Sam kicked a tree root.

Castiel frowned, “What crime scene? Why was Jean there?”

“That’s what we need to find out.” Dean unconsciously reached behind him for the knife he usually carries to find it missing. Suddenly Castiel winced holding his head as the angel radio went completely chaos.

Looking up at the concerned brothers, Castiel lowered his hand. “Something’s happened.” He reached for both brothers teleporting them back to the motel room. They stood there shocked at the messy, trashed room. Castiel walked towards the bed and picked up the cuffs, “Someone was here.”

“You think?” Dean kneeled down next to a set of tracks. “Looks like Jean was dragged out.”

Sam stared at the floor near the door, “Uh Dean?” Dean walked over to his younger brother who just wordlessly pointed to the ground. Kneeling down, Dean wiped his finger on the floor and sniffed it.

“Sulfur.” Looking up at Castiel, Dean frowned. “Why would demons want the daughter of a psychopath?”

Deep in thought Castiel tightly grasped the cuffs, causing his hand to be cut. “I’ll be back.”

“Wait Cas…” With a whoosh, Castiel disappeared leaving the angry Dean and confused Sam in the room.

“Son of a bitch…” Muttered Dean as he grabbed a bag and began packing.

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A door creaked open and the younger Jean stepped out into the living room, she looked about five years old. The house seemed cozy enough besides for the fact that all the lights were off.

“Daddy?” Young Jean rubbed her eyes, one hand holding a teddy bear. “Daddy is that you?” A man in a trench coat drops something from his grasp and turned around looking at the confused little girl with the same confusion on his face.

“I’m not your father.” His deep voice vibrated as his bright blue eyes searched the young girl. He seemed generally confused why she was here. Behind him, two men lay on the ground with their eyeballs burned out, this goes unnoticed by little Jean.

Jean was tied up in the middle of a abandoned building. Movement could be seen within her closed eyelids. A man walked into the room carving a knife, as he stepped closer he noticed that Jean seemed to be twitching.

“Come on Princess, open your eyes.” His scottish accent caused Jean to flinch. She doesn’t respond to anything else as her mind flows around her past.

The young Jean clenched her bear tighter, “Who are you?” The man in the trench coat frowned and tilted his head at the sudden change of tone from the little girl. The air around them seem to tense and he felt as if it was slowly suffocating him.

“Castiel. I’m an angel of the lord.”

“Oh.” The air loosened up, “I’m Jean!” The little girl said happily. She grabbed Castiel’s hand and began pulling him towards the couch. “So what are you doing here?”

“Uh… I…” Stuttering Castiel allowed himself to be led to the couch. Jean patted the seat next to her as she sat down.

A flutter of wings caused Castiel to turn sharply, sliding his Angel blade into his hand.

“Jean.” Little Jean jumped up and ran to the man who was now standing behind them. The man lifted Jean up as she giggled and held her close. Looking up at Castiel’s shocked face, the man smiled, “Hello brother.”

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Every creak in the boards of her floor made Becky jump. Ever since she ran back to her house from the school, she had locked herself in her room refusing to come out. Becky jumped as someone knocked at her door.

“Sweetie, please open up.”

“Go away.” Her voice came out raspy and dry. The last thing Becky remembered was that tall, kind man with mesmerizing hazel eyes trying to comfort her, then she woke up in her bed. She could barely remember running back to her house and locking everything.

Becky had hoped that it was all just a dream, she almost convinced herself until she saw the posts and comments her classmates sent her. All those messages of ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ and ‘Don’t give up’ drove her mad. She heard Greg sigh and walk away from her door.

“I’m sorry.” Her eyes perked up as she heard her dad speaking to someone. Becky dragged herself to her bedroom door and cracked it open. “She’s been like that since Igor… I just… I don’t know what to do…” Becky’s heart broke at the sound of her dad’s voice faltering.

“Inspector, I’m sure this is difficult for you and your daughter.” Becky gasped at the voice, it was the man from that night. “Could I try talking to her?” Before the words processed, Becky heard faint footsteps coming towards her room. She quietly closed the door and leaned against it, her heart racing.

They stopped and softly knocked at her door, “Becky? I’m Agent Sam Sweatman. We’ve met before.” Becky gulped and looked down at her shaky hands. “Please I just want to talk.”

“G...go away...” Becky sniffed, “I have nothing to talk about.” She heard Sam sigh and felt a weight against the door as Sam slide down and leaned on it from the other side.

“I know what you’re going through Becky, trust me, I been there.” Sam glanced at the inspector who was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. “Please…”

The door creaked open slightly causing Sam to fall backwards into Becky. Sam stuck his arm out before he squashed her, landing in an awkward position with Becky squirming under him. “Can you move you’re heavy.”

“Sorry.” Mumbled Sam as he stood up helping Becky up as well. “You okay?”

Becky blushed a bit and looked down at her feet, “Yeah thanks.” Damn he was hot. She tried not to stare into his worried eyes.

“So um… what were you doing at the school that night?” Sam carefully asked watching her reaction.

“We were hacking into our principal’s computer.”

Sam’s eyes lit up in amusement, “For what?”

Staring directly into those hazel eyes, Becky almost spelt the truth. Almost. “We were trying to get some dirt on him to you know, use it against him.” She coughed once and forced herself to look out the window.

“And the thing that killed your brother,” Becky’s eyes watered, “Hey hey it’s okay.” Pulling her into his embrace, Sam held her tight as she broke down into a sobbing fit. He rubbed her back which soothed Becky a tad bit but it reminded her of her brother which made her sob harder.

Greg ran up to the door and noticed the state his daughter was in. He glanced at Sam’s face and pursed his lips, walking back to the living room. “I...I’m sorry… It’s all my fault that he died… If I didn’t…”

Pulling her up, Sam pushed back her hair. “It’s not your fault, you didn’t know that would happen.”

“Ahem.” Standing in front of the room, Greg scratched his head, “Agent your partner is here.”

“Hey dad.” Becky walked up to Greg and hugged him, Greg hugged back a bit surprised.

Greg kissed Becky’s head while Sam stood in the room not knowing what to do. “Hey honey, how are you holding up?”

“Sorry for interrupting but you left the door open.” As he awkwardly walked in on the chick flick moment, Dean wondered if he should have waited. “Hey Sam, can we talk?” Tilting his head other room Dean shoved his hands in his pockets and walked out.

Sighing, Sam scooted past the inspector and his daughter. “Whats up?”

“Well while you were having your chick flick moment, Cas dropped by.”

“What'd he say?”

“He didn’t say much. Just that whoever took Jean knows angel warding. Oh also that we should try talking to the, in his words,” Dean lowered his voice to imitate Castiel, “You should go speak with the pale british alien man.”

One of Sam’s eyebrows lifted, “Alien man?”

“Yeah. I think he means Sherlock.”

Chuckling, Sam glanced back at Becky's room before continuing. “So what do we do about Becky?”

“Becky?”

“Yeah, remember? The ghost?”

Something clicked in Dean's brain, “Ah that girl. I don't know just salt her room.”

“Dean!”

“What?!”

Greg walked out with his daughter only to stumble into the two brothers glaring at each other, looking as if they want to kill one another.

“Is this a bad timing?” Looking back and forth between the brothers, Greg took a step back.

“No.”

“Yes.” Sam said simultaneously glaring at his brother.

Instead walking out like the brothers expected, Greg pulled his daughter close. “I just wanted to tell you that I'm headed back to the crime scene. I'm gonna take Becky there…”

“Um I don’t think that's a good idea.” Pulling out his notebook Sam started writing something down. “The killer could still be after her.”

“Well I can't just leave her here.”

Becky raised an arm shyly, “Uh… do I get a say in this?"

“No!” Both Greg and Sam yelled at her. Watching this silently, Dean held down a laugh that nearly erupted.

Huffing Becky crossed her arms and plucked down on the couch. “We can take her.”

Dean almost choked, “What?”

Perhaps Sam openly ignoring Dean gave him a clue but Greg began to suspect that these two men were somehow related. Despite this, he still felt as if he could trust the men to protect his one and only daughter. He knew the risks but they would be far greater if he were to take Becky with him.

“Alright.” Leaning closely to Sam, Greg pointed a finger at him. “You keep Becky in your sight at all times, if something happens to her, I will find you. And I will hunt you down.”

“Yes sir.” Sam tore the piece of paper and gave it to Greg, “Call this number to reach us.”

Becky angrily watched the conversation unfold in front of her. She didn’t need to be babysat. But remembering the events of the night made her shudder. Okay maybe going with the two hot dudes isn’t a bad idea. Glancing up at the man with the spikey hair, Becky noticed his frown.

“Hey,” Waving a hand in front of Becky, “Come on.” Sam pulled Becky behind his grumbling brother and stopped in front of their car.

Becky slide into the backseat of the Impala. “Where are we headed?” She asked as the brothers sat in front.

“Baker street.” Dean turned his Baby, the engines roaring to life.

“Why?”

“Because we have business there.”

“Why?” Sam smirked as Becky and his brother continued back and forth. He knew Dean would burst any second. As he thought, Dean grit his teeth and blasted Metallica so he didn’t have to answer anymore questions. Becky rolled her eyes and pulled out her iphone, plugging her earphones in. Turning it on, American Idiot by Green Day started playing. She smirked turning her volume up a bit higher. The car drove out of the driveway, swerving as it pulled into the street.

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“You what?!” John choked on his afternoon tea. “Will, go to your room.” William shrugged and skipped to his room shutting the door.

Sherlock paced back and forth, “I found the girl.”

“And so what? You kidnapped her?” John threw his hands up, “Are you crazy?”

“This is for Igor. She’s Moriarty's daughter John. Moriarty. The man who held no weaknesses til now.” Sherlock firmly grasped John’s arms. “This is it John. To put Moriarty down for good.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, John pulled away from Sherlock’s grasp. “This is madness.”

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A man in a suit sat down next to unconcious Jean. The sound of a door opening and closing with footsteps getting closer echoed in the building.

“What are you doing?” Sherlock pulled out his gun from his pocket.

The man stood up and grinned, “Sherlock, I see you got the girl.” He chuckled.

“Crowley, I won’t ask again. How’d you find me?” Sherlock hated not knowing things, this man including a few more individuals he couldn’t deduce. And he hated it.

Crowley walked over to the table and picked up a knife, “Gonna try out the art of torture? I could give you a few pointers.” At the sound of Sherlock cocking his gun, Crowley put his hands up as in surrender. “Alright I’ll leave.” He smirked and moved past Sherlock, pausing at the door. “Has any men came to you?”

Jean cracked open one of her eyes and almost gasped, Sherlock was too busy paying attention to Crowley to notice. “What men?”

“Two pretty boys, called the Winchesters. If they ever visit, this plan of yours isn’t going to work.” Sherlocks mind flashed back to the two federal agents, but their names were Sweatman and James though it was highly likely that they lied about that. Smirking, Crowley left the building to leave Sherlock pondering and Jean figuring out a way to get loose.

Sighing, Sherlock knew he shouldn’t trust that shady man. He turned around to see Jean struggling with the ropes. “Nice to meet you.”

Jean scoffed, “Usually when people meet, it’s not a hostage situation.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes.” Ignoring Jeans little comment Sherlock continued to observe her reaction. Slight fear but there was something beneath… eagerness? Though this girl seemed normal, Sherlock knew there was something else.

Smirking in her mind, Jean knew he was trying to deduce her. But it wouldn’t work. “So what does the famous detective want with me?” She taunted.

Sherlock sighed and grabbed his hand behind him, “Jean James Moriarty.” He noted that Jean flinched at her full name. “Age 17, attends Chester High with a perfect GPA. Daughter of Jim Moriarty.”

“So you have my background, now what?”

Leaning in closely Sherlock growled into Jean’s ear, “Now I want the story that isn’t written down. About your father.” Taken aback by Jeans sudden burst of laughter, Sherlock took a few steps back noticing a glint of something in her eyes that wasn’t there previously.

“Don’t tell me you kidnapped me to get to dad. Hate to burst your bubble but he doesn’t care.”

“Of course he doesnt. But you…” Sherlock smirked, his eyes flicking black. “You do.”

Jean’s eyes widened as the possessed Sherlock stepped forwards holding a knife. She struggled to reach her pocket knife but dropped it when the demon stabbed the knife in her arm. Her screams echoed as the blood pooled, her eyes drooped.

“We’re not done yet honey.” Pulling out the knife, possessed Sherlock licked the edge of the knife and smirked. Dragging the blade across her face, a thin pink line appeared. Jean struggled to hold on to reality but the pain spread across her body and she slipped into darkness.

A/N Sorry for the delay, also this chapter is a bit shorter because of the lack of time I had due to traveling. The next chapter will be back to its original length. Enjoy your vacations! ⛄