Sophia Holmes and the Empty Hearse (Sherlock's Daughter Fanfic) *Completed*

"My God," Jones says, almost in surprise at his own actions.

"Fred," Sam says, looking in concerned at the man. "You good?"

"Now I'm good. In a month, year..." He sighs. "Nobody gets sharper with age. I'm gonna lose control again, and somebody's gonna get hurt... again." He sighs again. "You got to make it stop."

"There might be a way," Cas says. "The procedure will be painful, and ... when it's over, I'm not sure how much of you will be left."

Jones takes a deep breath and then speaks decisively. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Cas steps up to Jones and cautiously places a hand on his head. A bright white light emanates from his hand again and Jones cries out in pain. A few seconds later, the light fades and Cas brings his hand away. Like a puppet whose strings have been cut, Jones crumples to the floor.

"Is he alive?" I ask, looking in concern at the body.

"He's sleeping," Cas says reassuringly.

Sam sighs in relief and looks at me, then takes a double take. "Whoah, what happened to you?"

"Dude came at her with a frying pan," Dean says in disbelief.

"There's a nice Sophie-shaped imprint in the frying pan now," I grin. "I'm just disappointed I didn't get to use the bat!"

Sam chuckles. "Well you wouldn't be able to finish a case without getting beaten up!"

"True!" I say, considering my collection of recent injuries. "Hardly my worst."

"Would you like me to heal them?" Cas asks, but I shake my head.

"Nah, I'm good. They're no worse than the ones I'm going to get while finding dad. Something tells me he's not sunning himself on some beach in Florida." I look down at Jones. "Are you taking him back to the retirement home?"

"Yeah," Dean says. "You coming?"

"I'm going to head off," I say. "But I'll let you know when I find dad."

"Alright," he nods. "Well, you done good today, shortie. We're always here." I nod and watch as Dean lifts Jones onto his shoulder.

"See you soon," Sam says, coming over and giving me one of his bear-like hugs. "Don't be too reckless, stay safe."

"Calculated risks only," I grin. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Sam, you coming?" Dean asks impatiently and Sam and I share a smile before he turns and follows his brother outside.