Walking up the steps to their flat (as they put it) felt like it took forever because of having the demon. However when we finally did get inside I was shocked by how the place looked. For one detectives usually have files everywhere. It was strange that they did not have files but science materials all over instead (mainly in the kitchen). After looking around I moved the girl over to the middle of the room.
"Let's get started Sam. John come and hold this thing." I say before letting go and with a can of spray paint started to make a devil's trap on the floor.
"What is that?" I hear John say behind me.
"It's called a devil's trap. It traps a demon inside and they can't get out unless it is broken." I hear Sam say back to him.
Once I am done I grab the demon by the handcuffs and barely got it into the trap. Anyways as soon as I did me and Sam both started circling it like hawks.
"So now what?" John asks after it was done.
Ignoring all his questions I turn my head towards the demon. With it looking start back at me I started asking the dum thing questions.
"Why are you here?"
Smiling it said "Do what you like boys I have forever to waste."
"Did anyone ever te-" I started but stopped when Sherlock stood in the doorway.
I saw Sherlock standing in the doorway of the flat. He seemed amused with how things were. "Where do we start?"
"John, if you are going ask a question, make sure it is the right question."
"Ok..." I said now in the process of thinking of the correct question. "Where are you going to start?"
"There we are...I am going ask it, the demon, who sent it?"
Sherlock walked up towards the demon and sat down in his chair. "My first question is what is your name? I like to be a first name basis while doing these kind of things."
"Sherlock Holmes...How do you like my work?"
"I believe I asked you a question first. What is your name?"
"Rebecca. Now you answer mine?"
"It pretty original if you what I mean. Seen it all before. Who sent you?"
"I am not going to tell you, prick."
"I am going to ask it again, who sent you?"
"Shut the fuck up, what about that?"
Dean pulls out a canteen and splashes the demon. Immediately Sherlock and I watch the demon let off steam. "What's in that?" I asked.
"Holy water. Hurts like a bitch to them. Answer the man, who sent you!" Said Dean.