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The Whites Of Their Eyes – Prologue
It was a rainy Friday night and many of the clubs around London where slowly empting of the drunken partygoers inside. A handsome young man leaves with his arms around a pretty girl he had picked up that night; they catch a cab back to his house and an hour later they were both found dead in their bed.
There was no sign of a struggle as far as anyone could tell and there was no trace of poison in their systems. The only lead the police had to go on was that their eyes were rolled to the backs of their heads and the blood that flowed freely from their mouths.
One thing was for certain though was that the police detective inspector Lestrade was confused and no one he knew in the force could help clear his mind. Especially since this was the fifth death in a fortnight.
In apartment 221b Baker Street Sherlock Holmes was once again bored out of his mind. There hadn't been an interesting case in months. He currently stood over a mans brain attempting to find out if the electro chemicals in the brain was enough to heat up a cup of water, it wasn't working.
Two feet away John Watson was making tea for the both of them and was hoping for the first time in his entire existence that someone would be murdered soon. It wasn't that he was a psychopath or anything it was just that he had never seen Sherlock bored so much into doing things he knew was impossible to achieve, and nothing cheered his best friend up more than a murder.
His hopes would soon be answered.
All the way in America a man call Dean Winchester was fighting with his brother Sam over the idea of traveling to London because of these murders, he hated flying. He was starting to win the argument when the angel Castiel appeared at his side with the usual flutter of wings that always made Dean jump.
Castiel for the first time ever decided to side with Sam, turning to Dean, his stunning blue eyes boring into Dean which caused him to think over again 'I am not attracted to Cas' for about the fiftieth time that day, and said "we have to go" simply and it was that which persuaded Dean, he couldn't say no to Cas.
In the middle of the time vortex the TARDIS changed course from the beautiful shores of the flat planet Anora towards Earth specifically London in 2012. This matter sent the Doctor into a worried frenzy trying to change back on course but the TARDIS wouldn't budge and before he new it his blue box that was bigger on the inside than out was parked on the curb outside the apartment 221b Baker Street.