authors note:This is the first fanfic I've ever written so if its not good I'm sorry. It's a superwholock fic. I don't know how often I will update it and add new chapters the like. If you read my story and like it feedback is greatly appreciated, if you read it and you don't like it constructive criticism is appreciated. Also I do not have a beta so sorry for any errors. Thank you.

221b Baker street

10:15 a.m.

POV : Sherlock Holmes

"Sherlock, you alright in there?" John called to me through the bathroom door. Not particularly. "I'm fine John, I'll be out in a minute."

I could hear John hesitate before he left. Better that way John has been worrying about me constantly since Mary. Two months, one week ,three days 14 hours ago, she miscarried. Unexpected or not John wanted that baby so did Mary. She couldn't take the reality I believe. She did want a normal life but once she had one it became too complex. Simply enough they got a divorce. Unfortunately that left John with little to do other than worry about me. Not the best timing.

As I splashed another handful of cold water into my face I look at my reflection. I clutched the edge of the sink, I haven't slept in five days, a bit much even for me. Despised mirrors, I truly did. I couldn't stop myself from seeing, deducing myself black under my eyes, the shaking in my hands and how my cheeks were hollower than normal, and every other thing that showed myself I'm falling apart at the seams.

"I need another case, dammit." I mumbled, as I straighten up leaving to go find John.

Motel 8

2:28 a.m.

POV : third person

"Dean. Dean. Dea-"

"Wh- what the fuck Cas!" Dean shouted as he jolted up in bed. His hand already on the gun under his pillow.

"Ung what's going on?!" Sam said as he turned on the small lamp between their beds.

The angel straightened up glancing at Sam. "I need to talk to you both."

"It couldn't have waited till morning?!" Dean said throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He rubbed his face with his hand. "We just ganked a whole nest of vamps man."

"No it can not-"

"Cas four hours is all we're asking." Sam said annoyed.

"Did Chuck write another book? I'll kill that little bastard." Dean said fully awake now.

"No. The other prophet." Cas responded.

"I thought there could only be one prophet at a time?" Sam asked.

"There is something different about this prophet. Chuck's prophecies are about you two. No one knows what this prophets prophecies are about. Angels have heard whispers about him for almost two decades now but we could never locate him. Till now."

"Ok if his 'prophecies' aren't about us what do we care?" Dean said.

"I believe the prophecies may be merging. I'm not sure what this will do to the prophets or mean for you two."

"That seems like a lot of nothin' Cas." Said Dean.

"We need to find the other prophet." After glancing at his brother, Sam went and collected their bags.

"Ok Cas where is he?"

"His name is Sherlock Holmes. He is in London."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on a fucking minute! London? Like Britain London? Meaning we would have to fly there?!" Dean said.

"Is there another one?" Cas said tilting his head.

"Yeah, 28 I think." Sam interjected.

"Why do you even- never mind." Dean said shaking his head.

"Fine Cas use your angel mojo and zap us over there it's better than a plane."

"I can't." Cas said shaking his head.

"What do you mean you can't? Are your angel powers not working?" Asked Sam.

"My powers are working fine. Something about this prophet protects him from any form of supernatural being. Whatever it is, is strong enough to cover most of London. I will still be able to enter the city but I can not use my powers."

"So basically…" Sam started to say. "You'll be a baby in a trench coat." Dean finished.

Annoyed Cas looked away from the Winchesters. "Plane tickets. As soon as possible. Call me when you are at the airport." Cas said before vanishing.

T.A.R.D.I.S.

Time unknown

POV: Third person

"Ponds!" The Doctor shouted as he ran around the console. "Where would you like to go this time?"

"Maybe we could go to Rio? And actually make it there this time." Amy said with a pointed look at The Doctor.

"Alright Rio it is than. Unless Rory the roman has any other suggestions?" The Doctor asked.

"Uh no Rio is-"

Suddenly the TARDIS gave a lunge and groan throwing her passengers to the ground. "What was that?!" Rory yelled.

"No clue. Something…new." The Doctor said as he looked up smiling. "Rio can wait."

"Where are we going?" Amy asked clinging on to the console for support.

"London, 2014." The Doctor answered.