The field was empty but for me. The wind blew my ponytail around like the freshly cut grass and I breathed in the clean country air.
The boots I wore were caked in mud and the bottom of my jeans were the same. The grey shirt I wore bore no mud but had a small hole in the side from a bullet a while ago. The black jacket kept the wind out, not by much but enough for me.
I just had to wait.
Wait and Call.
"DOCTOR!" I shouted, my arms at my side. "DOCTOR WHERE ARE YOU!?"
I waited but nothing happened. I sighed and turned towards the dirt road and watched as a cloud of dust rose.
I stood my ground and waited as the shiny black car appeared. The driver stopped the vehicle and waited a few minutes.
I took a step forward and raised a hand. The door opened and watched as the man, around thirty, stepped out. Worn brown boots, blue jeans, a black tee and a dark blue jacket over it all. His blue eyes stared me down and his brown hair was ruffled by the wind. I smiled and waited as he walked forward, closing the door behind me.
"You called. I came." He said, stopping a metre away from me. "You said its important. What's wrong?"
I opened my mouth to reply when another car appeared. It was a small SUV with rented plates. The driver was having some difficulty parking the car, but managed to keep it far enough away from the impala to not give Dean a heart attack.
Shaggy black hair, startling blue eyes. Black dress shows, black pants and a long black coat with a dark blue scarf around his neck. He wore black gloves and he walked towards me with a fierce eyes.
"We're just waiting on one person." I said, nodding my head to Sherlock. "He said he'd be here."
"You've lost weight." Said Sherlock. "And you're tried."
I nodded and turned around, watching the open space.
"Who is this guy? And what's going on?" asked Dean.
"Dean, this is Sherlock Holmes. Holmes, Dean Winchester." I said, turning around to them both. "You've met before."
The men stared at each other, taking in everything about one another but nothing clicked for them. I didn't think it would.
A sound was heard. A twirling of some sort. All eyes moved to the open space and I sucked in a breath.
Had he changed? Was he a new man? Same name, same man but different face.
A blue British telephone box appeared . When the door opened and I stepped forward, only to stop as he walked out.
Ruffled brown hair, a dark blue with white pin stripe suit and a lighter blue shirt with a red tie. A long brown trench coat over the top of it all with a pair of red converse on his feet. He looked down at me with a hard look and I smiled weakly.
"Doctor, hello." I said. "You don't remember me but,"
"You remember me. How'd you know I'd come?" asked the Doctor, his British ascent moving across the field.
"You told me if I called you'd come. I always listen to you." I replied. "Even when it's nothing but rubbish."
He smiled at that and I sucked in a breathe, turning and looking at the two males behind me.
"Now let's begin."
"Begin what?" asked Sherlock. "I didn't come all this way just for a chat."
"I know, and it's not! It's important." I snapped, glaring at him. "And don't give me that look either, I know exactly what you're thinking. Both of these men are brilliant in their own ways."
"How do you know what I'm thinking?" frowned Sherlock.
I smirked and turned back to Doctor, noticing the look he was giving everyone. "It's important we get out of this field and someplace safe. I only have a limited time left."
"Time left? What does that mean?" asked Dean.
I didn't answer but look down at my watch.
Five hours.
"Come on," I said, turning to Dean. "Sherlock and I will ride with you; Doctor, head to this address and be quick. Don't waste any time!" I handed the piece of paper to the Doctor and nodded. "We only have five hours. So let's be quick ok?"
I rushed to the impala and Sherlock turned slowly to the passenger door. Dean gave me a stern look before turning to his treasured car and got in. The Doctor got into his box and left, the wind blowing around us and I smiled at the sound.
"Where are we going?" asked Dean as he started the car up.
"Bobby's. We need Sam and Bobby in on this and I need to make a phone call from there too. Can you get Cas there as well? We need an angel we can trust." I replied, pulling out my phone. "Excuse me."
Sherlock grabbed my phone and glared. "I don't understand what this is all about. Tell me. Now!"
I gave him a weak smile and shook my head. "It's not often you don't understand something. I kind of like it."
Sherlock handed me my phone back and I laughed at the look on his face. "Once everyone is in one place, I'll explain everything."
"Good, 'cause I wanna know what the hell is going on! It's been a year without word from you and you just ring out of the blue?" said Dean.
I nodded and sucked in a breath.
Four hours and forty five minutes.
