Distrusted Angel

A SuperWhoLock Fanfic

Hatter Reid

Supernatural – Somewhere in the USA

Sam straightened out his copy of the newspaper he was reading and hummed, "two more disappearances over in England," he commented.

Dean made a sound of acknowledgement. He was drinking a cup of coffee while looking over his own newspaper.

"That's what," a female voice cut in. Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. They all knew what was coming next. "Oh, look that's six." She frowned at Dean sitting up in her seat. "We have looked into stuff that involves less than six disappearances Dean," she nearly snarled.

Coughing on his own coffee Sam looked from his brother to Mattie with an uneasy comfort between the two. She'd been arguing the case for the past two days. Dean had made it clear that it wasn't their place to look into but Mattie wouldn't hear it. She kept bringing it up and saying they should go take a look at it.

"For the last time Mattie, no." Dean said sitting up in his seat.

Mattie shook her head in disagreement. "Dean, six disappearances!" She argued.

"No."

She let out an exasperated sigh and turned her attention towards Sam. "You think we should look into it, don't you, Sam" she said tilting her head slightly as she waited for him to reply.

Sam frowned as he thought, he noticed his brother's eyes had turned to him and were watching him. "Well it is a little strange," he commented.

"A little," Mattie repeated, trying not to laugh. "Strange." She added dragging out the word. Sam coughed again and nodded his head attempting to return back to reading his newspaper. Mattie frowned and bit her bottom lip. "There's been no sign of anything at any of the last known places where the victims were seen." She said trying to keep her voice calm.

"We know Mattie," Dean sighed.

"And yet all you have to say is 'a little strange,' next thing you're gonna be saying is that a zombie apocalypse is no big deal. Nothing to worry about" Mattie snapped back with sarcasm in her voice.

Dean groaned and shook his head. Sam set his paper down and looked at her. "It is an odd occurrence and something we'd look into but," he was saying.

She repeated him, "but?"

"It's not our place to look into besides someone else over there probably already is." Sam explained.

Shaking her head Mattie sighed frowning at the brothers, "someone whose not you two," she commented.

"We're not going Mattie" Dean stated looking away from her.

She slammed her palm down onto the surface of the table and glared between the two, "there's something out there that is making those people disappear and you two aren't even going to bother looking into?" She demanded.

"No!" Dean yelled staring at her.

Mattie shook her head and groaned in annoyance, "so much for hunters." She remarked under her breath.

"Hey! We kill anything that crosses our path and look into anything out of the ordinary." Dean defended.

Rolling her eyes Mattie reached over and shook Sam's newspaper, "this is crossing your paths and out of the ordinary." She stated.

"It's not in our path," Sam muttered.

"You're reading about it. That's in your path." She added sighing. She kicked her seat back and stood up, "you're both honestly just going to let this one slip passed you just because it's happening in England?" Her words held a sad disappointed tone to them.

It made Sam question their reasons and rethink it. Knowing Dean he'd remain stubborn and refuse to look into.

"Mattie, remember only reason you're staying here with us is because we got to look out for you, not because your part of the job which doesn't give you the right to tell us what to do." Dean told her.

She frowned at Dean and shook her head. For a moment it seemed like she was contemplating saying something. Whatever it was she never bothered saying it because she simply closed her mouth and walked away, leaving Dean and Sam to themselves.

Silence held the room after she left and an angry tension remained. Neither Dean nor Sam spoke. Sam silently glanced through the remainder of his newspaper while it appeared that Dean was just sitting silently.

"She's right."

Sam looked up at his brother's voice slightly shocked. "She is?" He asked.

Right away Dean shook his head, "no. It's stupid, people go missing all the time and there's nothing odd about these disappearances." Dean said pushing the paper away.

"Only that's there's been no trace whatsoever of the people behind or any signs of struggle or any tracks from the scenes" Sam listed off knowing he wasn't helping his brother's case but rather Mattie's.

Dean glared at Sam for a moment, "yeah Sam, only that." His deep voice complained.

Sam shrugged and peered down at his paper concentrating on something he was reading. The sound of wings fluttering caused them both to look up. Sam jumped slightly at the sudden appearance of Castiel who stood at the end of the table, staring at them with a blank expression.

"What's the word Cas?" Dean asked sitting back in his chair.

Cas looked from Sam to Dean, he took notice of Mattie's lack of appearance. "I've been observing the bees and have returned to find my friends fighting." Cas said. His voice was monotone and lacked an emotional quality that most people had when they spoke.

"We weren't fighting," Sam dismissed the angel's comment.

"I feel as this has left me conflicted and in quite a distress. I appreciate your concern" Cas continued to say he looked around the room again. "Where is Mattie?"

Her footsteps answered his question as she re-entered the room with a frown on her face. She was carrying a bag with her, as she walked over to the kitchen.

"Going somewhere?" Sam asked watching her as she passed. Mattie gave no kind of response or acknowledgement, she simply continued on walking and when she was in the kitchen set down her bag and inspected an apple. As she looked over the apple she listened to the conversation that Dean carried on ignoring her lack of reply to Sam.

"So what's your take on these disappearances, Cas?" Dean asked regarding the newspaper in his direction.

The angel stood by the table, his arms limp at his sides a blank expression on his face. "The disappearances in England," he questioned. "They are quite strange and unexpected." He commented turning away from the table as he went to look out the window.

"Unexpected? They're disappearances Cas, of course they're unexpected." Dean remarked laughing.

Cas nodded, "right, of course, poor choice of wording, my apologies." He looked from the window to Dean and bowed his head. "They are something that we would look into though," he commented.

"Ha!" Cas looked around at Mattie with a confused expression. His eyebrows furrowed together as he stared at her trying to understand. Mattie shrugged as she tried to fight the "I told you so" grin that was trying to spread across her face at Dean. Slowly she turned around on her heal avoiding Cas' eyes.

"I don't understand." Cas said.

Sam sighed, "Mattie has been arguing the investigation of the disappearances for a while now," he explained.

Laughing from the kitchen Mattie repeated under her breath, "a while."

"Dean, thinks there's nothing out of the ordinary about the disappearances and doesn't require us looking into it." Sam added on to his explanation.

Cas stared blankly at them and nodded. Dean and Sam could both see the silent confusion in his expression.

"Even though he's wrong," Mattie commented as she walked past the table headed in the direction of the door.

Dean watched her and turned in his seat, "excuse me?"

Letting out a sigh Mattie frowned at him, "the only reason your against going to look into this is because you can't drive there." She said and shrugged staring at Dean with in expression that was challenging him to tell her otherwise.

"Is this true?" Cas asked from where he was standing.

"No, this-this just isn't our usual gig," Dean argued.

Mattie rolled her eyes and turned away from the boys. Sam argued that it was and Dean sent him a glare across the table. She couldn't help but laugh at it.

The same facts and opinions continued to be repeated over and over again. The only one against the matter seemed to be Dean. Until finally with the sound of a hand being slammed down on the table causing the cutlery and other objects on it to rattle as the table shook, and Cas to flinch back at the unexpected sound.

"Alright! Fine! We'll go!" Dean declared standing up from his seat.

Sam raised his eyebrows and stared at his brother shocked, "really?"

"Yes really," Dean agreed even though he sounded as if he'd rather not be agreeing to it. "We'll go, but" he paused fixing Mattie with his hazel green eyes. "We're going my way."

Mattie and Sam both frowned at him confused, "your way?" Sam repeated.

"Yup," Dean said with an evil grin. For some reason when she looked at him, it sent a fear into Mattie and she knew he had something planned that she wasn't going to like.

Sherlock – Scotland Yard; London

Walking into Greg Lestrade's office in Scotland Yard, Sherlock Holmes removed his scarf and briefly glanced to the files on the desk.

"Ah Sherlock, good you're here." Lestrade greeted from his desk.

Sherlock nodded silently while he continued to glance over the files, "you did call me here." He stated obviously.

John Watson stood behind him and rolled his eyes at the comment. "Yes, you've heard, haven't you? About the disappearances," Lestrade said staring at the consulting detective.

Sherlock nodded. The expression on his face one that was closed off and emotionless. "I have, I found it quite saddening." He replied.

"Really?" John questioned looking at his flatmate surprised.

Something that could be considered a smile came across Sherlock's face, "no, but I thought I'd give it a shot." The detective replied.

John rolled his eyes and shook his head disappointed. Lestrade looked between the two and shook his head anyway, "I need you to take a look into them," he told Sherlock. "None of my men can find anything and neither can anyone else."

"And you think I can?" Sherlock observed.

Lestrade nodded and pushed a file folder towards him.

"And if I say no?" Sherlock questioned glancing from the file to the detective inspector.

Both John and Lestrade looked at him surprised. "Sherlock," John said sounding confused at his friend's words.

"There's nothing special about these disappearances," Sherlock replied bluntly.

"They've all occurred in the last week with no trace of the people gone missing?" Lestrade replied staring at the detective with a hard look.

Sherlock shrugged, "runaways." He said in a cold voice.

"Runaways?" John repeated frowning as he considered the possibility.

"Sherlock these people are not runaways," Lestrade argued, "they are missing people."

Sherlock shook his head and reached into the pocket of his long black coat where he'd stuffed his scarf into, "no, sorry inspector, I can't help you." He replied coldly.

"Sherlock," John hissed through his teeth.

Looking over his shoulder at John, his oddly coloured glasz eyes, -which meant they were a mix of blue, green, grey and yellow, stared at him with a question. Sherlock's black curls fell into place and he thought.

"I need you on this case," Lestrade said to him.

"Fine, I'll take it." Sherlock stated turning away from the inspector and his desk, "text me the address of the last missing person" he called over his shoulder as he walked out of the office.

Rolling his eyes John followed after Sherlock. They walked out of Scotland Yard while Sherlock checked his phone finding the addressed from Lestrade just as he had instructed. John remained silent the whole time quietly following. Sherlock hailed a cab when John finally spoke.

"You were going to take the case all along weren't you?" John asked staring at Sherlock with a knowing expression.

Turning Sherlock looked at John, "what makes you say that?" He asked eying John suspiciously.

John stared at him, "it's you, Sherlock. When do you not take a case?" John said. He sounded as he usually did when Sherlock was beginning to get on his nerves.

Sherlock turned away from John and gave a little half smile at the comment. "This one is different, John." He stated as a cab pulled up to the side of the road in front of them. Sherlock opened the door to the cab and slipped inside the back and relayed the addressed to the cabbie.

Joining Sherlock in the back John frowned slightly as he sighed, "How is it different?"

"Because John, these aren't just disappearances." Sherlock stated. John stared at him with a confused yet intrigued expression. "There's something else at work here, but the question is what." He added taking out his phone and beginning to type on it.

"Well of course you'll figure it out," John remarked under his breath a bit sarcastically. Sherlock paused for a second and glanced at John from the corners of his eyes. He said nothing just stared curiously at the ex-army doctor. "Something wrong?" His friend asked noticing the still silence from Sherlock.

Sherlock shook his head, "no, nothing."

"I wonder if Mycroft has any information about the disappearances," John commented aloud.

Freezing Sherlock went stiff at the mention of his older brother and turned his head slightly looking at John, "no need to involve him." Sherlock said quietly.

The rest of the cab ride fell into the silence the pair were usually accustomed to when traveling. Sherlock was searching frantically on his phone for any information about any other mysterious disappearances that had occurred recently or in the nearby areas. He found himself very troubled and out of luck when he came up with nothing. Frowning Sherlock stared out the window of the cab. Hopefully he'd get somewhere when they arrived.

Doctor Who – The TARDIS

The sound of the TARDIS landing echoed and he refused to look up. The pain was still too raw. He stared at his hands clasped together by his knees. A blank expression that held the hurt and pain of loss his was experiencing.

They were gone. Amy and Rory were gone. He had no way of ever being able to see them again. They were lost in a paradox, until they died where they'd be buried at that grave. If only they had just gone to the pub.

Glancing up he saw his wife checking over something on the TARDIS scanner. "River," he said pausing afterwards, but she made no response so he carried on with what he had to say. "They were you parents," he stopped again. She was still focused on the scanner. "Sorry. I didn't even think."

She lowered her gaze from the scanner, "doesn't matter." She quickly busied herself focusing her attention on typing away at something for the TARDIS.

River Song; strong beautiful and still she refused to show any sign of emotion. Her wild curly blonde hair was pulled up into an up-do but still a few stray curls escaped. When she spoke her voice sounded empty of emotion and held a strong determined strength.

"Of course it matters," The Doctor replied looking at the ground.

"What matters is this," River said. He looked up to his wife and found her staring at him with an intense expression. For a moment it appeared like anger, but there was also a hidden worry and concern. "Doctor, don't travel alone." She ordered.

He almost smiled as he thought, "travel with me then," he told her.

River leaned over to reach a button and smiled lovingly at him, "whenever and wherever you want," She told replied and smiled. Her voice sounded loving but at the same time apologetic almost. The Doctor returned the smile, but it quickly faded. He could guess what was going to be said next. "But not all the time," River finalized as she returned to what she was doing with the TARDIS. "One psychopath per TARDIS, don't you think?" She said it so lightly and painlessly as if she hadn't just lost her parents to the weeping angels.

The Doctor stared at her coldly as she had the TARDIS take off again. The conversation they had passed by, like he was barely a part of it, until River mentioned Amy and the last page of the book. He had run the place where he left the last page after he had ripped it out of the back of the book. The Doctor found himself slipping on Amy's reading glasses as he read the afterward.

"Sometimes I do worry about you though. I think once we're gone you won't be coming back here for awhile. And you might be alone. Which you should never be. Don't be alone, Doctor."

Tears stung in his eyes as he read. He had to take the glasses off and wipe at his eyes to make them go away. He stared across the bridge where he was sitting against the railing holding the paper in his hand.

Standing up the Doctor put the afterward in the pocket of his jacket. He would go the TARDIS and fulfill Amy's last request. Tell little Amelia about the raggedy man and all the adventures she'll have. Of the pirates, the fish vampires, the great painter she'd inspire, the last Starwhale that she'll save and of course the brave centurion whom she'll love with all her heart who waits for her for 2,000 years sitting outside a box.

When the Doctor returned to the TARDIS he stood by the control panel for a moment in silence before taking off. There was a sad hallow feeling inside his chest. He thought back to all the adventures with the Ponds, all the memories.

The story.

It had been a good one. However it wasn't over yet.

Flipping the switch the TARDIS took off as he walked around to the scanner and laughed to himself. It wasn't over in a long shot. Not until he was finished with the angels. Not until they shared his pain and knew his loss and sorrow. The Doctor wasn't one for revenge, he wasn't one for violence. He was passive a good man but the angels had crossed a line.

The weeping angels took Rory and Amy from him. So now the Doctor was going to make them pay.

Please feel free to let me know what you thought of it in a review :) Thanks very much.