Dean: No shit, Sherlock.
Sherlock: Rude.
John: Let it go, Sherlock.
Me: *starts singing* LET IT GO, LET IT GOOOOO
Sam: *unamoosed*
Me: Aww, Sammy the Moose is back!
Sherlock: That's it, I'm done. *grabs scarf* Come on, John.
Me: That rhymed.
*TARDIS engines whooshing*
Ten: *steps out of TARDIS, followed by Rose* Well, hello!
Me: *swoons*
Rose: *whispers to the Doctor* What are we doing here?
Ten: No idea! *peers at Sherlock, who has his hand on the doorknob and is making suggestive faces at John* Wait. Are you-
Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective. Yes.
John: *suppresses a smile*
Ten: Ah! Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holmes. *offers hands, bouncing on feet slightly*
Sherlock: *looks massively uncomfortable but shakes it*
Ten: *to John* And you are…?
JAWN: Doctor John H. Watson.
Ten: Right! Nice to meet you too. Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I'm the Doctor!
JAWN: *looks confused*
Rose: Um.
JAWN: Well, this is awkward.
Me: *still fangirling over everyone* *realizes* Wait. Where's Cas?
Dean: *glares* That's Castiel to you.
Me: *glares* He's my baby too.
Dean: NO HE'S NOT CASTIEL IS MINE. And don't you dare insult the Impala.
Me: *sighs* Fine. I can call him Cassy.
Dean: He is an angel, not a sissy.
Me: Urgh. You are impossible.
*Castiel appears in a rustle of angel wings*
Dean: Cas! *jumps into his arms*
Castiel: *surprised but happy* Uh….hello, Dean!
JAWN: *motions to Sherlock to sit down*
Sherlock: *not understanding body language*
JAWN: Sherlock. Sit down. We're not leaving yet.
Sherlock: But John, we could go back to 221B and h-
JAWN: Yes, yes, that's enough. Later, okay? These people are interesting. Maybe there's a case here.
Sherlock: You're just saying that to keep me here.
JAWN: Guilty. But please stay?
Sherlock: *huffs* Fine. But you owe me.
JAWN: *absentmindedly* Sure.
Sam: *looking forlorn*
Me: WASSUP MOOSE?
Sam: *glares*
Me: Sorry. *wilts* Do you need anything?
Sam: Uh...aspirin? *rubs forehead*
Me: Sure. *magically pulls some out of pocket and hands it to him*
Sam: *takes it warily, grateful* Thanks.
Rose: So, Doctor...how 'boot ya teech meh suma' zat Scootish acceeent?
Ten: *winces* Uh, that was a cross between 18th century French and really, really, really bad Scottish. Terrorist-pretending-to-be-Scottish bad.
Rose: Exactly. So why don't you teach me?
Ten: *sighs* Later.
Rose: Oh, okay.
JAWN: So, uh...why are we all here?
Sherlock: The one who seems to know everyone but is closely acquainted to no one has somehow brought us here, either by continual subconscious suggestions, kidnapping and a very powerful drug, brute force, a mechanism de-
JAWN: That's enough. What was that first one again? *glances at me*
Sherlock: *points to me*
Me: Guilty as charged, sorry.
Sherlock: But why? There is no motive.
Me: Yeah huh. I'm bored.
Sherlock: Oh, I've been there. Understood.
JAWN: *rolls eyes, nods* Oh yeah. He's been there.
Ten: But WHY? We could be in...Barcelona right now! The planet, not the country. Or city. Whatever it is in current times.
Rose: *smiles at him* Ooh, Barcelona.
Ten: They have fish cobbler. Ooh, and all these flavors of ice cream- they're delicious, you'll have to try them all. My treat.
Rose: Ice cream, yum. What's the weather like?
Ten: It resembles the current Barcelon...ian weather, I suppose. Haven't been there in a while. It's beautiful, though. Absolutely beautiful. You'll love it. *smiles at Rose*
Me: *coughs* Aww, you guys are so sweet together. I'm in Language Arts, supposed to be writing an essay.
Sherlock: So...we're not actually here?
Me: No, I guess not.
Castiel: You could have said something earlier. Dean and I have work to do.
Me: *raises eyebrow* Oh? "Work"?
Castiel: No, that's just what we say when we're in front of people. We actually-
Dean: *voice stern* Cas, they really don't need to know that.
Castiel: *apologetic* Sorry Dean.
Me: Well, since we're here together, I have some questions. Moose is up first. *to Sam* Do you ever still think about Ruby?
Jared: GENEVIEVE IS MINE.
Me: Woah, hi Jared I love you, but Sam…
Jared: Right, sorry.
Me: So…
Sam: Uh, yeah, sometimes. About how stupid I was to trust her.
Ruby: *yelling up from the depths of Hell/Purgatory, voice echoing* I AM AWESOME!
Sam: *grimances* Yeah.
Me: Cool, thanks. Next question. Dean, when did you and Cas start dating?
Dean: We're not-
Me: He is sitting on your lap.
Dean: *sighs* A couple weeks after the Apocalypse started.
Me: Figured. Cute! Next question. Castiel, if you could have a pet, what would it be?
Castiel: Dean is my pet.
Dean: *turns red*
Me: An animal, Cas.
Castiel: Dean is an animal. Have you s-
Me: LIKE A DOG OR SOMETHING, CAS.
Castiel: Oh, a literal animal. A...guinea pig.
Sam: *snickers*
Me: Thank you. Next question. Doctor, are you madly in love with Rose?
Ten: *opens mouth, about to speak*
Me: Don't lie.
Ten: Yes.
Me: And Rose Tyler? Are you madly in love with the Doctor?
Rose: *blushes* Yes.
Me: *starts sobbing* IT'S LIKE YOU JUST GOT MARRIED BUT YOU SAID YES INSTEAD OF "I DO."
Ten: Uh...are you okay?
Me: *sniffles* You'll see. Series 2 finale. Doomsday.
Rose: Okay…
Me: *wipes eyes* Okay, uh...John. Is it true that your spirit animal is a hedgehog?
JAWN: *does his annoyed-at-sherlock look*
Sherlock: John, she asked you a question.
JAWN: Right, yeah. Erm... *scrunches up face* I...have been told that I bear a...close resemblance to one. By a, uh, very reliable source.
Sherlock: *smiles*
Me: Aww. I know what I'm getting you for your birthday!
JAWN: *sighs*
Me: Final question. Sherlock, would you kill for John?
Sherlock: *quickly* Yes.
Me: Would you sacrifice yourself to save John?
Sherlock: *doesn't hesitate* Yes.
Me: Does John resemble a hedgehog?
Sherlock: Yes.
JAWN: Sherlock!
Me: Do you love John?
Sherlock: Yes.
Me: *smiles* Okay, I'm done with the questions. Uh...guess you guys are free to go.
Ten: Oh, good. *looks around, bounces up and down on the balls of his feet* Nice meeting you all! *smiles* Off we go then, Rose!
Rose: *takes his hand and they step into the Tardis*
*TARDIS engines whooshing*
Sherlock: I think that's our cue, John.
JAWN: Fine. Nice to meet you! *shakes my hand*
*Sherlock does up his scarf and they leave*
Me: Sam, Dean, Cas. What have you been up to lately?
Dean: Oh, you know...saving people-
Sam: And by that he means the world.
Dean: -hunting things, the family business.
Me: Aww. Your dad would be proud.
Dean: How would you know about our dad?
Me: *considers for a moment* You know how Chuck wrote those books?
Dean: Oh. *looks mentally scarred for a minute*
Sam: Yeah, we should probably get going to. *moves the curtains aside to peer out the window* Uh...Where are we, anyway?
Me: No idea! London, probably. *shrugs*
Castiel: I can teleport you two back to the bunker.
Dean: Sure, that'd be great, babe.
Sam: *shoots him a weird look*
Castiel: *places his fingers on their foreheads* Goodbye.
*Sam, Dean, and Cas all disappear*
Me: On my own...pretending they're beside me...