"I cannot believe you dragged me all the way to England." Dean Winchester said, turning to his brother Sam. He chuckled, smirking and looking down at the ground. Dean rolled his eyes, trying to flag down a taxi. "We wouldn't have this problem if we were back home with the Impala, Sam." He grumbled, although no one was listening. Sam was preoccupied with an unusual looking blue telephone box, with a man wearing a bowtie walking into it.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, snapping his fingers. Sam jerked his head back suddenly, taking his gaze off of the man in the box. "Oh, yeah. Sorry." He stole one last glance at the mysterious sight before looking straight ahead again.
"Do we have a case yet, John?" Sherlock Holmes asked his partner, who was sitting in a chair on his laptop. "Not yet, Sherlock." Said John, typing away at his blog. "Are you even searching for one?" John looked up from his computer screen. "No, Sherlock. Why don't you look for one?" Sherlock ignored the question and got up off of his seat and looked out of the window, staring at two men on the sidewalk, trying to catch a taxi.
"Look at these two tourists," Sherlock chuckled lowly, turning to face John momentarily before looking back at the men. "How do you know they're tourists?" John closed his laptop and cocked an eyebrow. "The way they dress. The taller one is wearing a red plaid shirt, something that is common with Americans. They're obviously brothers, taking by how close they stand next to each other." The blonde interrupted. "They could also be gay." At this, Sherlock laughed, then went back to being completely serious again. "Even a homosexual couple wouldn't stand that close together. Also take notice how they both have the same eye shape, basic nose shape, and the same bone structure. Yes, they're brothers, no doubt." A smirk danced upon Sherlock's lips, and John simply rolled his eyes and quickly got back to work.
"Where to now, Rose?" The Doctor asked, turning to face his loyal companion. "I'm not sure, but, look, its that detective! Sherlock Holmes!" Rose swooned, hanging out of the door of the TARDIS. She pointed to the window the tall detective was looking out of, biting her bottom lip.
"Whats so special about him anyway?" The Doctor nearly spat, rolling his eyes at the lovestruck girl. "He's cute!" Rose pointed out, grinning and crossing her arms. "Are you jealous?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. The Doctor's cheeks began to flush, his entire face becoming hot."Me, jealous? No, thats ridiculous." He frantically leaned back into the TARDIS, not wanting to focus on his growing jealousy that he intended not to make obvious.