A/N HAPPY NEW YEAR YA IDJITS!!! Remember to always carry around some salt before you leave your house. My New Year’s resolution is to rewatch the whole Supernatural series! XD “Be proud of your hobbies. Makes you who you are.” Who said that? ;)

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Waking up on the backseat of the Impala squished next to the detective was not Jean’s idea of a rescue. Especially the fact that she almost ended up getting everyone in the car killed once she woke up and almost stabbed Sherlock. It took Becky and Sam reaching over from the front seat to stop her. Now Jean was sitting silently in the back waiting for Dean to fill the Impala back up. Sherlock had woken up several minutes ago and left them mumbling about something. The Winchesters couldn’t do anything to stop him from leaving but Sherlock gave them his number before he left.

“So…” Becky fiddled her thumbs and glanced at Jean, “You’re uh… Moriarty’s daughter?”

Not even glancing at her, Jean replied. “It’s Jean. And I prefer not to talk about it.”

“Right of course you don’t…”

The silence hung in the air like a mist of a major chemical waste. Dean looked in to see the two girls fidgeting and keeping close to each of their own sides. “You girls okay?”

“You got something to eat?” Jean tilted her head at the older hunter.

Dean smirked amusingly, “You’re hungry after all that?”

“Yeah maybe cause I bled out on the floor and almost died. Yeah I want some food.” Watching the exchange between the two Becky nervously twirled her hair.

“Sammy’s getting some grub so sit tight tiger.” Ignoring the glare Jean gave him, Dean begun washing the windows on his precious Baby.

Sam walked back to the Impala holding two bags. “Hey.” He placed the bags on top of the Impala and after taking a quick glance at the girls he whispered to his brother, “How are they holding up?”

“Well they won’t be getting any friendship bracelets soon.” Dean chuckled but after noticing his brother’s glare, he sighed. “Look man, I don’t know. Why don’t you just ask them?”

“Ask us what?” Becky’s chocolate colored eyes looked up at the two brothers.

Sam glared at Dean, who just shrugged and went back to cleaning his Baby. “Ask you how you’re holding up.” Giving her a reassuring smile Sam leaned in.

“I’m awesome. Given the fact that the freak almost killed me, I’m perfectly good.” Jean sarcastically answered him turning away. “Oh if you have some food I’ll take that.”

“Yeah here.” Snapping out of his shock from the tone she gave him, Sam grabbed one of the bags off of the roof and handed it to Jean. He grabbed the other bag as Dean finished filling up the Impala and looked to Becky who just shook her head.

“I’m good thanks.” Giving him a small smile Becky sighed to herself. This was just a terrific day. She was stuck in the car with her dad’s enemy’s daughter, who also has been going to the same school the entire time. Also Sherlock had tried to kill Jean and herself until that black smoke came out of him. Dean slide into the driver’s seat and turned on the radio.

♪~Telling you what your heart is~♪

♪~Heat of the moment shown in your eyes~♪

“Dude. Asia?” Sam looked at his brother who just smiled at him turning the volume up louder.

♪~It was the heat of the moment~♪

“Sorry, can’t hear you.” Shouted Dean over the music as he bopped his head and pulled the Impala out of the gas station. Sam just shook his head and took a glance back at the other two girls. Becky looked amused at Dean while Jean chose to ignore everything that was happening and focused on her burger.

♪~Heat of the moment~♪

♪~Heat of the moment~♪

♪~Shown in your eyes~♪

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“I’m coming hold your horses.” John shouted at the person on the other side of the door who constantly pounding at the door. As John opened the door, his eyes widened. “Sherlock? What happened?” The detective was in a mess, his usual tidy self nowhere to be seen. His eyes unfocused and his hair disheveled.

Sherlock quickly entered the flat locking the door behind him. “Sherlock?” John asked again wanting answers for his friends look. He seemed rattled by something but that wasn’t possible. The great Sherlock Holmes couldn’t have been scared by something could he? While John was left to ponder, Sherlock grabbed his laptop and typed in Sam and Dean Winchester. All he found was that they were the ones that went on a killing spree and was supposedly dead. He even considered asking Mycroft for help but he knew that was out of question. Not anyone, especially his brother, would believe what he had experienced. Being possessed by that demon, unable to move or talk the way he wanted to. Words that came out of his mouth, yet not what he wanted to say.

John watched as Sherlock sank deeper into his own mind. It bothered John that Sherlock was like this. He wanted to offer his help but he knew whatever Sherlock was going through, he had to get over it himself. Sherlock’s eyes snapped open, “John can I use your phone.”

“Huh? Yeah sure.” Tossing his phone to Sherlock, John grabbed his jacket. “I’m going to meet Mary, do you want anything? I’ll visit the market if you want.”

“I’m good.”

“Okay.” John left the flat as Sherlock searched his pockets looking for something. He pulled out a business card. Sherlock dialled the number on the card the brothers previously gave him and contemplated on whether he should call or not.

“Nice flat you got here.”

Sherlock jumped at the sudden voice and pointed his pistol towards the voice. “How?” His voice wavered as he saw Crowley sitting on John’s couch.

“Let’s start over.” Crowley took a card out of his suit and gave it to Sherlock. “King of hell, pleasure.”

“What?” The detective couldn’t believe his ears. “King of hell?” He knew that Crowley wasn’t lying to him. Also, this would explain all the strange things including that fact that Crowley seem to be able to find him anywhere and pop in suddenly.

Crowley watched in amusement as the human took in this new information. He already knew that this hairless ape had come in contact with the Winchesters. What he didn’t know was that one of his minions had possessed the man. He was going to find out what was going on in his hell. Before that though, he was going to use Sherlock to his advantage as much as he could. Because he was the bloody king of hell.

“Crowley!” This snapped the king of hell back onto earth as Sherlock yelled at him.

“What?!” Crowley snapped back.

“Why are you here?”

“Why do you think? How’d things go with the girl?” Crowley smirked. He already knew the answer to his question, he was just curious to see how this ape would answer.

“If you’re here to ask about the Winchesters, I don’t know.” Sherlock hated this man even more now knowing he was king of hell and he still couldn’t deduce him. Besides, he didn’t exactly completely believe what Crowley told him. The events of today hurt his brain and he considered whether to tell someone. But they would think he finally went bonkers and try to send him to some mental asylum or something.

“Sherlock, you giraffe.” Crowley smirked, “I could help you beat Moriarty.”

“At what price?” Asked Sherlock fearing the answer the king of hell would give him.

“At a small price, of your soul.”

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“Where are we going?” Jean asked after eating her second burger.

Glancing at the backseat Dean worried if there would be some burgers left for him to eat once they got back. “Back to our motel.” Becky fell asleep few minutes earlier giving Jean nothing to do without her amusement.

“Why?”

“So we can keep you safe.”

“Yeah great job you did there. Take me to the school.” Sam furrowed his eyebrows at Jean’s request. All Jean wanted to do was finish the job and go to her bed and sleep for like two days.

“Why do you want to go back to the school?”

“To gank the ghost obviously.”

Dean and Sam shared a silent conversation as Becky continued to sleep. Knowing what the brothers were thinking Jean rolled her eyes and counted down from three...two...one…

“Jean. I think you should just let us take care of that.” Bingo. She thought to herself smirking. Of course the Winchesters would say that. Maybe they say that because they don’t trust her, or they’re worried she would get hurt. But Jean couldn’t care less for the reason why they said it.

“So you’re saying you already know the name of the ghost and the reason for the killings? Please do tell.” Jean smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. She already figured this out the night before she was captured but the only thing she couldn’t find where the object the ghost was attached to was at.

Sam looked at his older brother lost for words. They honestly had no idea yet since they didn’t have enough time to dig for information. Besides, they had less time since they already knew Becky was one of the targets. Sooner or later the ghost would try to kill her again and Sam wanted to get rid of it before it got the chance to. Dean didn’t like the way this girl was playing them, she had them right in her hands. At least for now.

“Okay. Let’s say you know these information. Would you care to share with the class?” Dean asked while pulling the Impala into the parking spot in front of their motel.

“Fine. His name is Carl Powers.

“Who’s that?” Dean asked turning around to face Jean.

Sam’s eyes widened, “Wait, Carl Powers? As in the boy your father poisoned?”

“Calm down there Jolly Green.” Sam rolled his eyes at Jean’s little nickname for him.

“God you sound like Crowley.” He muttered only his brother hearing his side comment and stifling a laugh. Sam cleared his throat, “Anyway, so it’s him right?”

“Yeah.” Did he say Crowley? Jean knew that Carl Powers was her dad’s first kill, as a kid. Which got him on the path that he is now, and also possibly the inspiration of Sherlock getting into criminology. “What I don’t understand is why now?”

“That’s true. If he is a vengeful spirit looking for someone to blame…the timing is off. I mean he died like several years ago.”

“Who cares. All we gotta do is burn this son of a bitch. So where was he buried?” Dean asked while grabbing one of the burgers left.

Jean’s lips tightened, “Actually I’ve already done that. You saw what happened to her brother.” She nodded towards the sleeping girl.

“So then what? He’s attached to something else.” Even while Dean was completely enchanted by his burger, he somehow managed to think properly.

Looking at his brother and back at Jean, something went off in Sam’s head. “The shoes.” Realization struck Jean as the younger Winchester said this. “That’s gotta be it!” At this, Becky jumped awake and screamed. As she realized where she was, her face flushed red with embarrassment.

“Uh… nice weather.” Becky coughed trying to hide her embarrassment. The silence was broken by a loud eruption of Jean’s laughter followed by Dean and Sam just giving Becky an apologetic smile. “What’d I miss?”

Wiping away a tear that formed from laughing to hard, Jean finally formed her words. “You ready to gank your first ghost?” She asked with something glittering in her eyes. Something of amusement and something darker.

Becky glanced at the two men looking for answers receiving none that made sense to her eyes. Her? Taking on something she’s never believed in? Not to mention the fact that it was after her. Feeling her stomach turn, as well as something else, Becky also felt a bit of excitement. She looked up and straight into Jean’s eyes and asked, “Where do we start?”