A/N: Did you miss me? Ahahaha...Yeah, well I've been gone for who even knows how long. It's probably been almost if not over a year since I've updated anything! *Cue nervous laughter* But, um, I'm back...and should really probably update my other stuff...Yeah...

But to celebrate that I'm going to be updating my lovely anime stories I am going to post this little story I came up with based on a tumblr post.

Because tumblr and SuperWhoLock ruined my life.

Also I think the Weeping Angels are AWESOME and horrifying.

So, yeah, here you guys go. Enjoy and please don't kill me.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock, any of the Doctors/ their companions (Namely 11 and Clara for this fic), Team Free Will, Sherlock, Watson, Mycroft or any of the other characters mentioned. I merely like to imagine I do and have them locked in my basement like everyone else.

NOW ALLONS-Y

"Sammy, what are we doing?" Dean complained as they took their seats on the plane. "Right now? Sitting." Sam replied, sarcastically. Dean glared at him. "Seriously man what the hell?" He went on. "Cas knows how I feel about planes."

"Yeah, and he knows how you feel about being angel-zapped places. Besides if he took us to another continent like that who knows what that would do to him. Or if we'd even make it." Sam commented. "That's another thing." Dean said. "Why the hell are we going to London? Aren't there already enough American problems for us to solve? What is so important about London suddenly?" Before Sam could tell his older brother that those were great questions he should have asked Cas when he had the chance the plane began to take off and he started to hear the faint sound of Metallica.

"Where to?" The cabbie asked as the two brothers piled into the back. "Um, Baker Street, right?" Dean asked Sam who nodded. "221B Baker Street." The younger Winchester stated as the cab started heading down the streets of London. "Still nothing from Cas?" He asked Dean. "Have you seen Cas?" Dean asked, rolling his eyes. "Yes." Sam said. "What?" Dean looked to his brother but Sam was staring at something out the window by Dean. Dean turned to look and saw a familiar face in an equally familiar trench coat. "What the hell?" Dean mumbled for the millionth time as him and Sam got out of the cab and moved over to the angel.

"Cas." Dean said in greeting. "What the hell are we doing here, man?" Castiel looked from Dean to Sam and back. "You were personally requested because of your reputation to work on this...case." He explained. "In London?" Sam asked. "Yes. I thought that much was already clear." Cas said, a confused sort of look on his face. "We should be heading upstairs now. Come on." With that Castiel opened the door to 221B and led the hunters inside.

"Sherlock!" Sam and Dean heard a man call above them. "They're here."

"Oh joy." Another mans voice answered. His was deeper and sounded rather bored and tired. The hunters and their angel entered the flat and were greeted by the two men who had spoken. The first speaker greeted them at the door and motioned for them to sit on the couch. He was a blonde man who wore a jumper and was fairly shorter than the darker haired gentleman seated across from the couch (No one in the room was taller than Sam though.). The second man was tall and thin with dark, curly hair. He sat with his legs crossed and his hands pressed together in front of him. He looked very serious and professional sitting like that in a suit especially compared to his friend. The blonde man moved and sat next to his friend who was casually looking the three men over.

"So." He began making the taller man look away from the trio and to him. "You're the Winchesters? Dean and Sam?" He asked. "Yes." Sam answered. "And you are..."

"The name is Sherlock Holmes and this is my friend Doctor John Watson." The dark haired man spoke without missing a beat. John looked at the trio. "He's always like this." He told them. "Yes, well, this is what happens when I don't have a case, John." Sherlock said, obviously frustrated. "You're on a case right now." John replied. "Ehhh." Sherlock complained. "Shut up." John told him.

"I feel like we're interrupting something." Dean whispered to Sam. Sherlock turned his gaze on the older Winchester. After a moment he blinked several times and looked at Sam the same way and then, finally, Castiel. John sat by, silently watching Sherlock look the three men over. "What is he doing?" Sam whispered to Dean who shrugged. "Being a show off." John answered. The hinters looked at him confused. "Just...wait." John replied to their unasked question.

"How's the drinking, Dean?" Sherlock asked, suddenly. Dean looked at the man, startled. "Nothing to say? Well, I guess you are still reeling from your plane ride. Not quite your thing are they? How about your brother then? Although I don't think it was alcohol that was his poison." Sherlock went on. "Sherlock. Stop." John reprimanded. "But, I'm just getting started." Sherlock complained.

"How does he know that stuff?" Dean asked, looking from Dr. Watson to Castiel. "This is Sherlock Holmes. The world's only consulting detective and one of the smartest men to ever live." Cas stated, seeing Dean look to him. "Really?" Sam asked, stunned.

"As real as your brother's eating problems- wait, no that's both of you actually."

"Sherlock!" John shouted. "Stop it now." He demanded. Sherlock fell silent. "Again," Dean started. "How is he doing that?" He asked again. "By observing." Sherlock started. "That's the problem with other people- they see but don't observe. It's not a magic trick- I'm not pulling facts out of a hat. I'm just stating what I can clearly see." Sam and Dean looked at each other. "What else do you know- or can see- about us?" Sam asked, obviously curious whereas his brother looked pissed. A grin tugged at Sherlock's mouth as he was clearly pleased to put his brain to use.

"I know you and your brother are almost unhealthily co-dependent of each other. I know your brother practically raised you to the point you almost see him as your father but you're irritated that he continues to look after you now that you're an adult. You both also had problems with your real father but Dean's were more physical and yours emotional. Your mother died when you both were very young which is where all the issues with your father began, actually."

"You mentioned eating problems." Dean commented.

"Yes, of course. Ever since you were kids I'd imagine. It's written all over you really. The lack of food growing up, constantly getting broken bones that didn't quite heal properly, the alcoholism, the issues with your parents, and your bond with each other. You're an open book. There are no other constant figures in your life besides each other- your lives are riddled with loss and neither of you can keep a steady relationship going. Well," Sherlock paused and looked at Castiel before continuing. "I can see you both carry the weight of the world on your shoulders and that you're as good at your job as I clearly am at mine." He concluded without hardly ever taking a breath.

"Show off." John mumbled. "It's what I do." Sherlock replied. "And you called us here?" Sam asked, getting over his surprise. Dean looked even angrier than he had before. "Hm- no." Sherlock said just before another voice sounded through the room.

"Sherlock? John? Are you there?" The voice asked even though no one had entered the room. Sam and Dean glanced around out of habit. The new voice was male and had an English accent like Sherlock and John did. "He did." Sherlock said as John got up and went over to the open lap top on the desk. "Sherlock? Oh, John! Good! Hello." The voice said as John brought it over to the trio on the sofa.

"Sherlock got up and walked over to them as well. John sat the lap top down so they could all view the screen. The hunters looked to see a man (who they assumed had been speaking) that was dressed in a button-up, blazer, and bow-tie. He had brown hair and seemingly now eyebrows. By his side was a lovely, young, brunette girl. The man grinned as he saw the Winchesters.

"Ah! Sam and Dean Winchester arrived! Excellent!" The man declared. Dean looked at John and Sherlock. "Who the hell is this?" He asked. "I'm the Doctor." The man on the screen answered. "Doctor Who?" Sam asked. "No, that's it." The girl spoke up. "That's his name- 'The Doctor'. Oh, and I'm Clara. Nice to meet you boys." Clara greeted them.

"What kind of a name is 'The Doctor'?" Dean asked mockingly. "The name of a Timelord." The Doctor answered. "A time-what?" Dean asked. "Timelord." Sherlock answered. "An alien race of those who travel time and space and are from the planet Gallifrey. At least until the Time War which, long story short, all the Timelords died except for the Doctor here."

"We've been through this already." John added. "About five or six times really." He said looking at Sherlock. "Well, it's natural to have question about a man that has two hearts, regenerates, and travels in something called a TARDIS. He's over nine hundred years old, John!" At this point Sam and Dean were completely lost on the conversation and John noticed glancing over at them.

"Um, the Timelords look like people except for that they have two hearts. If they only had one they wouldn't be able to regenerate, or come back after being mortally wounded." He tried to explain. Sam and Dean nodded slowly thinking that they had seen some weird shit but this was a whole knew level. "And, um, what is a TARDIS?" Sam asked.

"It stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space." The Doctor answered. "It's my time machine and space ship and it's also why you five are here." The brothers still looked confused at wht the alien was saying to them. "I need your help because you're the best at what you do. All of you."

A/N: So that was a bad place to stop but I'd like to keep it there for now just to see if people like it...
I hope you all do like it and I hope I did justice by these characters. I really love them and if you guys have any ideas, comments, concerns, or polite criticism I'd love to hear it if you want to review or PM me :)
For anyone following m other stories I'll be updating them within the next few hours probably. Hopefully.
So, yeah, again thank you everyone who follows me and I'm SO sorry for being gone for so long and I hope you enjoy the new stuff!

DFTBA

~Chameleon52
August 5, 2014