Author's Notes: Hey there, everyone. This is my first fanifiction story being put up here. I know it's not the greatest but yeah... Anyways, This is a SuperWhoLock fic featuring all of our favorite characters. Sherlock is pre Hounds of Baskerville, Doctor Who is post Cold War (This may fluctuate, I'm not sure...) and Supernatural is post Everybody Hates Hitler. Also some AU things: Rory never existed. Just btw because of probable Dean/Amy. I may have to fill in some other things later in this list so keep a look out.

So basically: All of our main characters are being dumped in this wilderness at the moment. Explanations will be given later. For now, just enjoy.

A jolt of thunder startled Amy from her sleep. She lifted her hand up to her head feeling it throbbing but discovered that her hands were bound. "Don't move." A gravelly voice advised her. She looked up to find herself staring into a very serious face.

"Where am I?" She asked in confusion. She looked around, quite confused. She seemed to be in a damp sort of cave. The wetness could be easily explained by the gallons of water that the sky was belching out on the earth below. Amy herself was slumped against one of the slimy walls while her captor was standing above her.

"You tell me." He said. He was quite handsome Amy noted absently. He had a jaw lined with stubble and was quite tall. His light brown hair was slightly spiked up although it was fairly short. Amy's well practiced eye picked up hard muscle concealed under his jacket. He could tear her apart quite easily if he put his mind to it. However, what really caught her attention were his eyes. They were the greenest green she had ever seen. They drew her in and held her there.

"You're the one who has me tied up." She held out her hands.

"Since all of my hunting gear has somehow mysteriously disappeared, I would say that I'm entitled to be suspicious of the only other person here." He squatted down and looked into her eyes. "What are you? A demon? An angel?"

"Is that your way of flirting?" Amy asked in confusion, her head still spinning. However, her Scottish fire was still bubbling just below the surface.

"Don't flatter yourself. I want to know where my brother and the angel are."

"Your brother and what now?"

"Cas. Castiel. The angel."

"Are you an alien?" This seemed the most logical explanation for Amy's sudden transfer from New York to this rainy cave.

"An alien?" From the confusion in his face, Amy assumed that he truly had no idea what she was talking about.

"Listen, I don't know where your brother is or the Casteel person is."

"Castiel."

"Whatever. I just want to find the Doctor. Can you tell me where he is?"

"There's no one here besides us." Amy groaned. Where was her Raggedy Man now?

"Well, if you untie me, we can go and look for our friends together."

"Aren't you afraid of getting wet, Princess?" He asked, eyeing her up and down.

"My name is Amy. And no I'm not afraid of getting wet. I've been in a lot worse situations with the Doctor." After a moment of thought he untied her hands.

"I'm still not sure whether or not to trust you, Princess. But since I'm all out of options we'll go with that."

"I told you, my name is Amy. Amy Pond."

He paused as though about to measure her reaction as he said, "I'm Dean."

"Are you alright?" Donna crouched over the man who was slowly becoming conscious.

"Where am I?" His voice was rough and deep. A hand was raised to his head which was probably throbbing as bad as Donna's.

"Can you sit up?" She helped him into a sitting position. "My name's Donna. What's yours?"

"Castiel." Cas was very confused as to what was going on. He had been on his way to warn Sam and Dean that Crowley was up to something. There had been a very noticeable disturbance in some of the celestial wavelengths which Cas was tuned to. When he discovered that Crowley had taken an angel, Cas decided that the best thing to do would be to enlist the help of his friends.

"Where's Dean?" Cas asked her woozily. There was something off about him. He didn't feel quite right.

"Can you remember anything before you came here?" Donna peered into his face anxiously, not really sure of what to make of all this. She had been at home before she had seen this cold red mist swirling up about her. All of a sudden, her memories of the Doctor came flooding back. It was quite overwhelming at first but it hadn't burned her brain so far although Donna was still quite worried. None of her memories as 'The Doctor-Donna' had come back so for the moment she considered herself safe.

"I was going to talk to Dean abou-" He looked up sharply. "Where's Crowley?"

"Who?" Donna's face scrunched in confusion. Cas looked around him for some hint of where he was. What he saw confused him all the more. The two of them were under a large tree with branches so thick that they blocked out the rain pouring down around them. They were at the edge of a large forest and a little bit away from them was a large horn like structure, barely visible through the torrents.

"Why can't I go anywhere?" He asked the woman. His angel powers seemed to have been deactivated somehow. He couldn't 'teleport' himself anywhere and he felt fairly sure that he couldn't smite anyone. Lastly, as he held his hand up to a small cut on the woman's forehead, he found he couldn't heal physical human wounds.

"Are you alright?" Donna held his hand to her face, unsure of what was wrong with the stranger.

"How did I get here?" Cas asked, removing his hand. He felt particularly weak and slightly nauseous.

"I just woke up here. No sign of the Doctor or anything. Just here and you were asleep." Donna sighed, wondering where her Martian was.

"What doctor?" Cas asked, either missing another of those references humans loved using or there was another person there.

"You don't know the Doctor?"

"No."

"Oh. I just sort of assumed since we got stuck here together…" Donna had long assumed that all strange people somehow knew the Doctor and this young man with the trench coat certainly seemed a little odd.

"My angel blade." Cas realized suddenly. "It's gone. Whatever put us here must be incredibly strong." He stood, coming up to her height. His stomach lurched and he grabbed it, feeling these human sensations odd.

"What's wrong?" Donna asked, wrapping an arm around his waist in concern.

"I'm not sure, but I seem to have become much more human."

Sherlock contemplated the woman in front of him. She was quite puzzling. According to his mental deduction system, this was not her original body. The way she moved, it seemed unnatural. It seemed as though she was still trying to adjust to the body she was in. He could tell from her posture that with a weapon she would be extremely dangerous.

The soles of her heels were well worn indicating that she did a lot of running. The way her blonde hair flared out indicated she was quite wild. The wide set of her eyes gave him a clue that she had a spark of insanity around her. However, she was clever. Quite clever.

"Why don't you stop looking at me and help me figure out where the hell we are." She told him. River, she had said her name was. A fittingly strange name for a strange woman, Sherlock decided.

"I don't think looking around will do much." Sherlock buttoned his jacket against the cold. He turned his collar up as she questioned why. "Because clearly whoever took us here is going to make sure I can't deduce my way out."

"Deduce?" River asked.

"I'm a consulting detective." He examined the face of the cliff they were standing under. It seemed to be natural indicating that they had traveled a long way from London. The slight rock jutting out from the face showed that their captors had placed them here purposely to keep them from the rain which was spewing out from the clouds. Clearly, their captors were rich to bring them here.

This dark man fascinated River. He seemed to have been prepared for the journey outdoors although he really would have had no way to know. He had a long coat and a blue scarf. He studied the rock face as though it would give him a vital clue as to how they had gotten here. River identified him automatically as human but that didn't mean that who or whatever brought them here had to be.

The red smoke that had pulled River from one of her archaeological digs had been technology that she had never seen before. If she had been abducted by another race it was clearly one that she had not met yet. This led River to believe either they were someone she would irritate in the future or they were picking a fight with the one man who would be able to tear apart galaxies to get to her.

The Doctor.

"Where's my gun?" She asked him, not putting it past him to have taken her gun when she wasn't watching.

"Mine seems to be gone as well." He didn't even check his pockets. He only continued to examine the wall.

"Well, Sherlock," the names still tasted funny in her mouth but she supposed she would learn to deal with it. "we need to find a way out."

"Why bother? Anyone with enough power to take us this far from London isn't going to let us get away that easily."

"Hey, are you okay?" A gentle voice asked. Charlie rubbed her head as she opened her eyes. There in front of her was a man dressed in a long coat with short brown hair. He had a very cheesy grin and was checking her head for a lump.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"Not sure. Someone seems to have stolen my tec. But not to worry, I can get us out of here fine."

"Are you a friend of Sam and Dean?" Charlie asked, thinking automatically that when something like this happened there had to be something supernatural involved.

"I'm sorry but I have no idea who you're talking about." He helped her into a sitting position.

"You're not a hunter?" This came as a surprise to Charlie. He had the same dangerous look in the back of his eye as Sam and Dean had. Charlie had automatically associated this look with the job of a hunter.

"I'm from Torchwood. Ever heard of it?" Charlie shook her head. "Good. Now, we have to find the Doctor."

"Who?"

"A friend. I'm sure he's behind this somewhere. Can you stand?" He assisted her in standing before shaking her hand, a toothy grin spreading across his face. "Captain Jack Harkness. And who are you?"

"Not my type." She told him plainly. "But, Charlie."

"Good to meet you Charlie."