A/N Thank all you assbutts for over 300 views and the votes. I enjoy all you're comments especially luciferstempest, JEaves7281 and many others but this one's to my two brothers. Hey Michael enjoy the book from the cage 😉

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"Hello? Cas?" Dean removed the phone from his ear and checked if the connection was still on, "Cas!"

They were standing outside of Sherlock's flat when Castiel called. Sam watched as his brother threw his phone down in frustration. "What's wrong?"

"The line disconnected. I think something's gotten to him." Picking up his phone, Dean tracked down Castiel's GPS signal. He was pissed enough as it was with all the shit going on and now this? "He's about 20 minutes from this flat."

Sam nodded, "Let's go then." Before he could get in the car, his brother stopped him. Sam looked at him in confusion, "Dean, we don't have any time to waste."

"I know. That's why you should go back to the motel and do your geek research on Carl. I'll go find Cas."

"Okay. I'll take a cab." Sam closed the door to the passenger's side and walked away from the Impala looking for a cab. "Hey Dean?" He turned around, "Be careful."

"Yeah." Nodding at his little brother's words, Dean got into his Baby and turned the engine on. He watched as Sam walked further down the road and managed to hail a cab. Sam gave him a thumbs up before getting into the cab. Smiling, Dean sat in the driver's seat and called Castiel again. He groaned when it went over to voicemail.

"Where to?" The cabbie asked him looking at Sam through the rear mirror.

Sam pulled out his wallet and looked at the address of his motel, "Uh... Warren Street please." This was suppose to be an easy mission, or so he had thought.

Grimacing, Dean pulled away from Speedy's Cafe following the GPS signal.

"You a tourist from America?" The cabbie glanced back at Sam and asked.

Sam was looking through the old news on his phone and answered without looking up, "Yeah I am." Everything that popped up was something he already knew. As he continued to search, the tv turned on. "Excuse me, can you turn that off?"

The cabbie didn't seem to hear him and Sam knocked on the window but the tv turned to static and suddenly the background changed to a children's book-reading screen. "Hello, are you ready for a story? This is the story of Carl Powers." Sam's eyes widened as Moriarty continued to talk on screen. "A young boy who always got first was booted from the throne when Carl came along. Everyone adored Carl, he was fun and athletic. Although they were on the same swim team and had nearly the same skillset, Carl was always more popular."

"What the..." Sam dialled Dean's number and waited while it rang.

"The young boy then thought, if something were to happen to Carl, he would be the best. Be back on the throne." Moriarty grinned evilly, "And so, the boy fed Carl nightlock and poor Carl drowned in the pool." He shook his head in mock sadness. "Several years later, a famed detective managed to solve the case."

"Come on Dean, pick up!" While keeping an eye on the screen, Sam groaned when the call moved over to Dean's voicemail again.

"Even more years later, two brothers came along hoping to unsolved a mystery surrounding the city. Without knowing that would lead to their doom." Moriarty looked directly at Sam and smirked. "The end!" Closing the book he was holding, he said with a sing-song voice and the tv turned back to normal.

"Stop the cab!" Sam shouted and he jumped out of the car. "What the HELL was that?!"

The cabbie turned to look at him and smirked, "No charge." Moriarty said before driving off, leaving Sam to stare as the car disappeared down the corner.

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Crowley sat on his throne in Hell still laughing at the expression of the two idiots. He loved the shock on their faces...and of course the anger. They really had no clue to who they were travelling with which surprised him a bit.

"Your majesty." The demon broke his chain of thought and Crowley glared down at him.

"What?"

The demon gulped, "The humans you brought are awake sire."

Sighing, Crowley stood up and straightened his jacket. "Bring me the other girl first." He was going to have some fun before the main business.

"The other girl?"

I'm surrounded by idiots. Thought Crowley as he paused at the door, "Yes. The one in the dungeon." The demon stood there without moving. "Any time during this century would be good." Crowley rolled his eyes as the demon nodded and quickly rushed out.

Jean woke up with a start when she heard the screams of several people and the growls of a... dog? It sounded more like a vicious wolf that starved for over a decade. Looking at her surroundings, she was shocked to see that she was in a pretty elegant room; with a king-sized bed, a small bookshelf with couple of her favorites, a small couch, a tv and a table. This is better than anything else she ever had.

As the door suddenly opened, Jean jumped back and grabbed the closest thing as a weapon, which happened to be a book. Walking in with his casual aire, Crowley's eyebrow raised as he looked at the book to Jean. "You can put that down."

"What do you want?" Not bothering to set the book down, Jean stood still. She knew Crowley meant bad news for everyone, what she didn't get was why she wasn't in a cell. "What did you do with everyone else?"

"You mean Moose and Squirrel? They're still on earth don't worry. But your friend, well... no promises for her." Crowley took a few steps forward, taking his hands out of his pockets. "You really don't remember do you?"

"Remember what?" Jean stole a glance at the open door behind Crowley, she could chuck the book at him and it might give her enough time to run out the door. But who knew what was out there, besides, Jean didn't wanna risk being running around in hell without any weapons.

Crowley sighed and muttered, "Dammit Gabe." If Jean forgot everything, his plans would go down the sewer. Maybe her time in hell would allow the memories to be freed. "Well, I have an appointment with someone. Try not to escape, this really is the safest place for you at your current state." That was all he said before walking out of the room and headed towards his favorite torture chamber.

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Inside the dungeons, Becky was chained to the wall next to another woman. She had fiery red hair with bangs, wearing a long black dress that was perfectly fitted to her body. Opening her eyes, Becky woke up to the sight of cold stone walls and almost panicked. When she tried moving her arms the chains clanked.

Becky closed her eyes and tried to think back to the last thing she remembered, she burst into the room and the two brothers were on the wall for some reason. Plus, when she shot the man in the middle of the room he didn't die and she felt her body fly across the room. That was the last thing she remembered.

"Are you alright dear?" The woman asked Becky when she groaned realizing whoever that man was, she wasn't in the best of situations.

Startled by the sudden sound, Becky whipped her head around and noticed the woman next to her for the first time. "Who're you?"

The woman smiled, "Rowena's my name." Her head straightened with pride, "I'm a witch. And your name dear?"

"Becky Lestrade. I'm human." Becky answered a bit sassily. "So where are we Rowena?"

Rowena scoffed, this human girl who's barely reached age of adulthood dare show her attitude? Well she was interesting for sure. "You're in hell."

"Metaphorically?"

"No quite literarily." Rowena wondered why her son had brought this girl. She had no special powers as far as she could see, besides being a bit ignorant and her stupid courage. "You seem surprisingly calm dear. Are you used to these situations?"

"Am I used to being dragged to hell?" Letting out a nervous laughter Becky turned her head to the side, "Can't say I am." She let out a long breath to calm her nerves. Freaking out here would do nothing, she should keep her head since that was the only weapon she had. And maybe this woman next to her.

Before the either of them could say another word, the door to their cell opened and the demon walked in, his eyes flickered black. "It's about bloody time." Rowena smirked, "Is my son finally gonna see to me?"

Nearly jumping when his eyes changed, Becky looked at Rowena in shock. Son? She had a son, in hell? Plus from the sounds of it, it was her son that imprisoned them here. That was pretty screwed up, either she was a horrible mother or he was a bitchy son.

The demon smirked, "Not you." He walked towards Becky and unchained her. "Come with me." Becky stood up and rubbed her wrists, she reluctantly followed the demon stealing a quick glance back at Rowena.

"What? Her?! I want to see me son! I'm his mother for crying out loud!" As soon as the door closed, Rowena dropped her desperate sad face and huffed. Guess Fergus wasn't going to buy it as easily this time.

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Dean pulled up in front of an old beaten down house. He whistled at the state of the house, some of the wooden boards were falling apart. Stepping onto the porch, Dean winced as it creaked loudly but didn't break. Proceeding to carefully walk in, he had his gun out and ready.

As he walked into the living room, he noticed Castiel on the floor. "Cas?!" Dean quickly rushed to his side putting his gun down and checked for his pulse. "Oh thank god... Hey!" He slapped Castiel on the face several times. "Come on Cas."

Castiel groaned, his eyes slightly dazed over, "Dean?"

"Yeah, what happened to you?"

"Uh...I don't remember." Looking around the house, Castiel frowned. "What are we doing here?"

"What did you have a hangover?" Laughing nervously Dean tried to ease the atmosphere, only to earn a glare from Castiel. "Well, you called me. What is this place anyway? Looks like Rick and his gang decided to sprawl with walkers in here." He scrunched up his nose, "Smells like it too."

"I don't understand that reference." Castiel stood up with the help of Dean, "This is Jean's old house."

Confusion set in on Dean's face, "What the hell are you doing in Jean's old house?" He was worried about the girls that were taken of course, but he wanted to finish up the job first like always. Leaving Castiel to find out about why Crowley would want them was a quicker way for them to get both things done. Not have him slow them down. "You know what Cas, just tell me on the way."

There was too much going on in Castiel's brain, he vaguely remembered meeting Gabriel but every time he wanted to tell Dean about it, it would slip from his mind. Dammit it Gabriel, he thought as Dean helped him into the Impala.

Pulling out his phone, Dean was surprised to see so many missed calls from Sam. That's weird... He dialled up his brother but the call didn't even go through. Hoping to get some service, Dean raised his phone higher but had no luck. He slid into the driver's seat and turned the keys, engines humming to life. "Hey Cas..." He paused mid-sentence, Castiel was curled up in the passenger seat snoring slightly. Dean chuckled and set the destination on his phone to his motel.

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After several turns in the dark corridors, Becky was pushed into a room that looked like someone's nightmare. Different types of needles and blades were all lined up perfectly on a table. At the center, was a metal bed that had chains off to the side. She gulped as she took in the sight taking a step backwards towards the door.

The doors opened again causing Becky to fall backwards but she was caught by something. "Hello darling." Crowley's eyes danced with amusement as he pulled her up.

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The room was completely trashed. All the books were either torn or burnt to ashes. The table was flipped over and pushed up against the door. Jean was sitting on the floor with her knees against her chest, her head tucked inside of her arms. This place was giving her weird vibes and she kept hearing a faint voice calling out to her. At first she ignored it but it grew stronger until she was driven mad. That's when the strangest thing happened.

Jean screamed for the voice to go away and the room shook, her body vibrated with power. Her eyes widened, but this feeling felt all too familiar. She reached out with her hand towards the bookshelf and balled her hand into a fist. Books flew everywhere, some were crushed, others torn apart to shreds. That was also when parts of her childhood returned, Gabriel, the other angels, as well as the demons.

Someone struggled to open the door from the other side, then it flung open. Crowley's jaw dropped at the sight of the room. "What in the name of hell..." His eyes fell to Jean who was still in the same position with her eyes closed. "Jean?" Crowley asked unsure of what the girl had remembered.

Raising her head from her arms, Jean slowly unfurled herself standing up. Her eyes flew open but they no longer had the sign of life, they were darker than before and colder. "Where's dad?"