Superwholock fanfic
"Trouble of the worst kind."
Chapter one.
Sam and Dean where roaming around the countryside in the sleek Impala. It was late and stars twinkled in the sky. Sam gazed up at them sleepily, not focusing on the road.
"Sam!" Dean snapped. Sam's attention was back on the road and they screamed as Sam narrowly swerved around a truck. They parked on the side of the road, trying to catch their breath.
"I'll take the wheel." Dean declared, looking at his brother worriedly.
Sam shook his head. "No, no I'm fine." Gripping the wheel so his knuckles turned white.
"Look at you Sam! You're barley awake!"
Sam continued to shake his head. "No, I'll be fine."
Dean rolled his eyes and jumped out of his car. He walked around to driver's seat, opened the door and snatched the keys out of the ignition.
"Hey!" Sam protested.
"Get out." Dean replied, jangling the keys.
Sam irritably stepped out of the car and walked to the passenger seat. They both jumped when the heard a giant crash behind them.
A big blue police box was embedded in the ground behind Dean, upon impact dirt flew everywhere landing all over Dean and Sam.
"What the hell?" Dean spluttered, dust was everywhere. They approached the blue box carefully.
"It was just a little bit rough!" A voice said defensively. The doors of the blue box opened, groaning like they had been through a beating.
"A little?!" Asked another voice. This one was deeper than the last.
"Clam down Sherlock." Another voice said. They were all British.
A head poked out from the doors, it was a man, about thirty years old, and he had floppy brown hair and brown eyes wide with enthusiasm. He looked around curiously and smiled when he saw Sam and Dean. "Hello!" He walked out of his blue box, he was wearing a tweed jacket, a red Bowtie and suspenders.
"Who could that be? Did you land in some farmer's barn?" Asked the deep voice. Another man poked his head out of the doors, he had curly black hair and sharp cheekbones. His eyes were light blue and his expression was unimpressed. He donned a long black coat hiding a suit and a blue scarf.
"Where are we Doctor?" The third man asked, he was smaller than the two, sandy blonde hair, brown eyes and a seemingly warm sweater. His face seemed worn but kind, and at that moment, puzzled.
"Do you mind telling us where we are?" The man with floppy brown hair asked, approaching the boys with his hands clasped together.
"Philadelphia, USA." Sam replied.
The man with the black coat rolled his eyes. "Fantastic, Americans."
"Sherlock, be nice!" The smaller man scolded.
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"Glad you asked!" The man with floppy brown hair beamed. "I'm the Doctor, that's Sherlock Holmes and his companion John Watson."
"Doctor who?" Sam questioned.
"Just the Doctor," the Doctor said airily. "And Philadelphia you said? Perfect! As long as we find those two boys!"
"Who?" Sam asked.
The Doctors face went slack. "Wait. Please tell me it's 2009."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, but how did you even get here? What's with the blue box?!"
The Doctor smiled. "That is my TARDIS. Time and relative dimension in space."
"So it's a time machine?" Sam said.
"Obviously." Sherlock replied rolling his eyes.
John elbowed his taller friend. "Sorry about him. Who are you?"
"I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam." He told them, staring at them all skeptically.
The Doctors face lit up. "Do you mean Sam and Dean Winchester?"
Sam furrowed his brow. "Yeah... How do you know that?"
The Doctor smiled. "Brilliant! That takes a whole lot of guess work out of it then."
Dean and Sam looked at each other, unsure of the three strangers. "Out of what?"
"You see, in the future, we have a slight problem. And we think it may be right up your alley." The Doctor explained. "So, if you come with me. We will show you said problem."
Dean stared at the machine. "That thing flies."
"Yes, yes she does."
"I'm not going." He stated gruffly.
"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter." Sherlock replied.
"You're getting on my nerves." Dean warned pointing a finger at Sherlock.
"Hey, now we should find out what kind of trouble." Sam interjected, stepping in between his brother and Sherlock.
"Does evil ghosts that seem to be becoming human again interest you?" John said.
Sam's and Dean's eyes widened. "What?"
"An evil man's spirit has come back, we think you would be very helpful in this circumstance." The Doctor replied, twiddling his thumbs.
Dean glanced at his car. "I'm not going anywhere without my car."
Sherlock pulled a face of pure annoyance. "Your car?"
"Yeah, my car. She's very dear to me. Find a way to bring her to the mother country, and I'll go."
"I'm sure Mycroft could pull a few strings?" John asked.
"I'll make sure he does, he owes me a favor. Now will you get in the TARDIS?" The Doctor made a sweeping gesture towards the TARDIS.
Sam took a step towards the TARDIS but Dean grabbed him.
"Dude!" Dean whispered angrily, pulling his brother down in a huddle.
"What?"
"Do you really want to be running into something we don't really know about?"
Sam laughed at his brother's statement. "Dean, that's all we ever do! This is the most information we've gotten in a long time!"
Dean scowled. "I don't like it Sammy."
"Dean, if it gets that bad, I promise we can stop."
It seemed to do the trick. Dean trudged grumpily to the Impala and pulled out his bag of provisions.
"What's in the bag?" John questioned.
"Guns, salt, you know. The necessities." Dean replied, marching into the TARDIS.
"Ignore him." Sam smiled kindly. "He's just a Jerk sometimes."
"Bitch!" Dean called out from the TARDIS.
"Yeah, this should be interesting…" Sam sighed and followed everyone into the TARDIS.
