A/N: This is a Superwholock story. It contains characters and elements from the shows Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Sherlock. It also contains one of my own characters who will remain frequent throughout the story. This is my first fanfiction so I apologize in advance if it's not the best thing ever. I will try to upload a chapter every day. Please leave reviews of things you liked and things you didn't like. Thank you and enjoy the story!

*Note: The OC in my story is in no way a reflection of myself. Mary Sues aren't my thing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Doctor Who, or Sherlock or any of the associated characters. If I did, then there would have been a crossover by now.

Chapter 1 – Upon the Road She Lies

"It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight-"

"Will you shut up?" Sam Winchester asked. His brother, Dean, had been singing along to every song on the radio for more than an hour.

"Why? What's wrong with this song?" Dean asked.

"It's not the song, it's you singing."

"Fine," sighed Dean. He was bored. They had been dealing with the Apocalypse for a while, along with having to run from both Lucifer and Zachariah. Not to mention the fact that they had been driving for far too long. It had been hours since they had left the last town.

Suddenly, Sam noticed something up ahead on the side of the road. "Dean! Stop the car!"

Dean slammed on the brakes. "What is it Sam?" he asked, annoyed.

"Look," said Sam, pointing.

Dean looked. There was a body on the side of the road. "Shit," he said under his breath. He got out and walked over to get a better look.

It was a girl in her late teens. She had blond hair that reached the center of her back and was wearing a white T-shirt and white pants. She seemed fine other than the fact that she was unconscious.

"Jesus," said Sam when he saw, "What do you think happened to her?"

"Looks like she just passed out," said Dean, "Maybe it was dehydration or heat exhaustion."

"Something's weird here. Think about it. She's lying on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and no one has found her yet. Also, she's not wearing any shoes and judging by the state of her feet, she's been running or walking a long time."

"Are you Sherlock Holmes now?" asked Dean.

"Dean, I'm serious."

"Maybe she was possessed," said Dean, "That would explain why she's just been left here."

"But it doesn't explain the lack of shoes or the weird clothes that look something like a prison uniform. Let's just do a quick search for people that have gone missing recently."

"Fine," said Dean, following Sam back to the car, "if you think you'll be able to get a signal out here."

Suddenly, they heard a loud gasp. They whipped around and were met with the sight of the strange girl getting up off the ground. She looked around in panic. She saw the brothers and started running towards them.

"Help!"

Without any hesitation, Dean pulled out his gun.

"Dean! What are you doing?!" Sam hissed.

"She was lying on the side of the road and now she's running towards us. She could be a demon for we know!"

The girl had stopped when she saw the gun. "Can you help me?" she asked desperately.

Sam noticed that she spoke with a slight British accent. "What's your name?' asked Sam cautiously.

"Aliea Brook."

"So what are you? A demon?" asked Dean.

"What?! No!"

"Then you better have one hell of an explanation. Why were you lying in the middle of nowhere?"

"I don't know!"

"Dean, put down the gun," said Sam.

"No way! She might be dangerous!"

"Dean, if she wanted to hurt us, we'd be able to tell."

"Fine," said Dean putting his gun away, "But you'd better not be wrong."

"What are you doing out here?" Sam asked Aliea.

"Running."

"From what?"

"That isn't important as far as you're concerned. Just know this: I was locked up for years and I've only just escaped about three weeks ago."

"Can you tell us why you were locked up?" asked Dean.

Aliea shrugged. "I was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"How can we help?" asked Sam.

"I need to get to New York. I left something there that I need to get. Then I'll catch a plane to the UK."

Dean started to protest. "We can't just-"

Sam cut him off, "Of course we'll help. Come on."

He led Aliea back to the car with Dean fuming behind them. "First, we'll have to see if we can find you some better clothes. What you have on is a bit too conspicuous. People might ask questions."

He opened the Impala's trunk and fished around until he came up with a black tank top, a button up blue short sleeved shirt of Dean's, and some black yoga pants.

"Why are there yoga pants and a tank top in here?"

"I dunno. Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're the one who always hooks up with girls," Sam said. Dean was about to retort when Sam cut him off. "Never mind. Here." He gave Aliea the clothes.

"Thanks," she said and went behind some bushes to change.

"What were you thinking Sam?" Dean asked once she had left. "We can't just pick up some random girl and tell her we'll get her to the other side of the country! In case you haven't noticed, we're in the middle of the freaking Apocalypse!"

"She needs our help," argued Sam, "And we really shouldn't be discussing this right now."

"Discussing what?" Aliea asked, walking over.

"Nothing," said Dean, looking over at her. He whistled, "Wow, I gotta say, those clothes are a definite improvement."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. "Hang on a sec." Aliea's clothes had concealed it, but now he could tell that she was really skinny. He guessed she'd always had a thin frame, but now she looked unnaturally skinny."Aliea, when was the last time you ate?"

"Not since I escaped."

"How much did they feed you before?"

"About a meal a day."

"Okay, you need to eat," said Sam. "We'll stop at the next restaurant we come across."

"Sounds like a plan," said Dean, getting into the car, "I could really go for some pie."

[End Chapter]