Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry I've taken my sweet-arsed time to get this chapter uploaded, I've just been busy with my A-levels and learning to drive and whatnot. This isn't the last chapter, expect more and I'll try to upload quicker. Thanks for the reviews, you're all lovely and I expect you all to be angry with me for not uploading.

SPOILER-ISH: I'm thinking of bringing a little chaos of sorts in by the name of Crowley. Let me know what you think. :3

Spencer looked around at where they were, seeing a blue sky and a house surrounded by a graveyard of old American cars, with a rickety old house and matching sign, the words "Singer's Auto" peeling off on old paint.

"This is Bobby's house." Cas said as he took Spencer's hand, leading him up the pathway to the house's front door.
The angel knocked twice and a gruff voice came from within, "I'm comin' ya idjit," the owner of the voice, a middle-aged man, a scruffy hat and an unkempt beard opened the door to the large house. "Cas? What have I told you about bringing home strangers?" He stood back to let them in.
"It is good to see you too, Bobby." Cas said, no hint of sarcasm in his voice, "This is Doctor Spencer Reid, he's my... He and I are... Err..." Cas couldn't find the words he was obvviously racking his angelic brain for, so Spencer shyly finished his sentence for him, "I'm his boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Gee Cas, didn't have you pegged as..." Bobby trailed off, not sure what to say himself.

"I am indifferent to sexual orientation."

"Well, I guess you caught a live one, Cas."

"Is Sam and Dean here?" Cas asked, unphased by Bobby's remark.

"Yeah, they're just in the basement with a demon. I'll just go get 'em." He walked over to a door and disappeared through it and as an after thought, called back over his shoulder, "Make yourself at home."

"So, are these people like you? Angels, I mean?" Spencer asked, sitting down in one of the chairs by the kitchen table.

"No, they're human, just like you. They have different ways to get rid of demons." Spencer nodded an understanding, he didn't pursue the topic of "different ways to get rid of demons", he didn't want to know what that could mean.

Sherlock led Morgan to the flat with the black door next to Speedy's Sandwich Bar and Cafe, 221b Baker Street in London. Taken by his hand, Morgan was almost dragged unceremoniously up the stairs to the flat shared by Sherlock and a room mate named John Watson, an army doctor. They passed Mrs Hudson who stopped them to ask, "Oooh, Sherlock, who's this strapping young man?"

"Derek Morgan, Mrs Hudson, he's my boyfriend. Is John home?" Sherlock's brow furrowed slightly, "Wait, don't answer that. It's Wednesday evening, you've just come down from having tea and watching daytime TV with him. I can see crumbs from your tea biscuits on the collar of your dress, he's clearly in, he wouldn't have just left to go shopping because the kitchen was well stocked with milk and jam when I left." Mrs Hudson's face wasn't a picture of shock but of slight annoyance and more than that, proud of Sherlock, as a mother would be of her son. "I'll just go say hello. Bye Mrs Hudson." Sherlock once again took off, Morgan in tow and Mrs Hudson could only wave them off, she knew how Sherlock would be in this mood.

"Sherlock?" A voice called from around the corner, Morgan presumed the kitchen as what they had entered into was a cosy living room.

"Hello, John." Sherlock called back, taking off his scarf and coat, hanging them up, "John, come here, there's someone I'd like you to meet."
"Someone you'd like us to meet, Sherlock? Really? You haven't kidnapped them have you?" Another voice called out, sarcastically. Morgan stifled a smile as Sherlock called back confused, "Lestrade? What are you doing here? You're not on another drugs bust, are you? I don't see Anderson or Donovan, so I presume not."
"Ah, your presumption's correct Sherlock." The two men, John and Lestrade came round the corner, each with a look of scepticism on his face.

"Lestrade, John, this is Special Agent Derek Morgan, my boyfriend. Derek, this is Doctor John Watson and Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade." Sherlock said, almost bored, almost... Sulking, Morgan would put it.

"Sherlock Holmes has a boyfriend. Well, that's a revelation." Lestrade smirked as he shook Morgan's hand, "Nice to meet you, Special Agent, huh?"

"FBI, part of the Behavioural Analysis Unit." Morgan said as way of explanation.

Bobby returned moments later, with two younger men. The shorter had stubble and looked like a model, the other was tall, taller than Spencer, had long, brown hair and the muscles of his forearms showing, his flannel shirt's sleeves rolled up. Both of them were wiping the remnants blood from their hands with tea-towels – What were these "different ways"?
Castiel's eyes widened as the shorter one hugged him in a tight bear hug. "Cas! Where've you been?" The taller man looked at Spencer, looked back at Cas, asking politely, "Cas, who's this?" the model let go of Cas, looked round at Spencer who stood awkwardly and smiled politely back at them both.

"This is Doctor Spencer Reid," Cas said, "Spencer, these are the two brothers I told you about, Sam..." He gestured to the taller one, "... And Dean Winchester." He gestured to the shorter one.

They shook hands and Dean asked, "So Spencer. Are you friends with our Cas or...?" He jerked his eyebrows up mischievously.

"We're err... Together."
"Oh, so you're... Y'know?"

"Yeah..." Spencer felt like he was being interrogated.
"Dean, stop making him feel uncomfortable," Sam said, from his perch on the desk, "So, Cas, how'd you two meet?"
"My superiors told me to watch over Spencer, he was about to be killed by one of Crowley's demons and I stepped in and we became, "close"." Cas air-quoted the word "close".
Dean scoffed, ""Close", Cas?"
"Yes, Dean, close."
"Does he know about you, about us?"
"He knows what he needs to."

"Cas. Does he know what we hunt other than demons?"
Spencer didn't like the tone of voice Dean was using, it was rough. "Erm... I'm still trying to get around it. What do you hunt other than demons?"
Sam answered him as Dean breathed out a sigh, "We hunt ghosts, skin-walkers, vampires, werewolves, things that go bump in the night. There's a whole load of creatures out there that people don't know exist, but haunt them none-the-less, they just put it down to electrical failures or freaks of nature." Spencer nodded, not really sure what to think, Castiel the angel existed, and so did demons, but ghosts, things that go bump in the night? Spencer had only ever really believed in stuff that he could apply logic to, things he could see with his very own two eyes.

"So, Derek. What do you do in the Behavioural Analysis Unit?" John asked, sitting down opposite him after having placed a cup of coffee in front of him.

"I'm a profiler, I study the unsub- err, unknown subject, along with my team. I study their behaviour at the crime scene and using this information, we can track down what the unsub has done in the past as well as what he could do in the future and therefore, we're able to catch him, hopefully before any more crimes occur."
"So, if you look at a crime scene you could tell what type of person committed the crime due to his or her behaviour?"
"Yes, exactly."

"Oh, that's cool. We could use people like you over here permanently." Lestrade remarked, a tone of admiration in his voice. "So, Homes, how'd you two meet?"
"Through a case, I asked Derek's team over here for a couple of tough cases because I knew Spencer."

"Spencer?"
"My ex." Sherlock said it quietly and both Lestrade and John looked like they wanted to fidget, but daren't. John quickly looked away from Sherlock, the look on his face saying that Sherlock was about to tell a story that he''s heard a thousand times before. But Sherlock didn't, instead looking aat his watch and back up to Morgan, "We should leave, we're not working in London."
"Alright Sherlock. I'll see you when you get back." John stood to shake Morgan's hand, "It was lovely to meet you, Derek."

"Nice to meet you too, both of you." Morgan shook Lestrade's hand as Sherlock pulled on his scarf and coat. They left the flat, Sherlock on the way out of the front door shouted, "I'm going again Mrs Hudson!" and her faint reply, "Goodbye Sherlock dear."