Hiya y'all! This be ma first Superwholock fanfic m'hearties. Hope y'all like it! I don't own Dean, Cas, Sam, The Doctor, Clara, Sherlock or John. However, the my various OC's are mine, all mine! Mwah Ha Ha, cough, cough, cough bleargh! Eleventh Doctor, Post 'His Last Vow', Season eleven Supernatural.
Dean: Yeah but you wish you owned us don't ya?
Me: Shut up Dean
Cas: I do not understand this argument
Me: Yeaaaah have fun with that Cas.
The Doctor sprinted into the control room minus his jacket, one of his suspenders undone and his bowtie askew. There was a girl of about twenty-two sitting perched on the console, her bare feet swinging. His eyes went down to the discarded black patent leather Docs, kitten ankle socks and balls of string of various different colours. "What, I got bored." she muttered, shrugging her shoulders. She jumped off the console and picked up her shoes, stuffing the balls of string into the pockets of her tan suede dress coat. She caught him staring at the kitten socks and glared. "Don't judge, they were the only clean ones." she said as she hopped around, shoving her feet into her boots ungraciously. "What are you doing here. Orianna, I told you never to go near the TARDIS again." The Doctor sighed, leaning against the console. 'Doctooor! There you are!" Clara called, climbing the stairs to the control room. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing at the girl who was rifling through the pockets of her coat. "Hi! You must be Clara!" the girl looked up from her pockets and bounded over to Clara. "Name's Orianna! Me and The Doctor go waaaay back. Doctor, the old gang're getting back together, something 'bout Moriarty and Crowley, heard of him before?"
"Moriarty's from Sherlock Holmes isn't it?" she asked, clearly thinking that Orianna was an idiot to think that a villian from a story was going to harm anyone outside of the fictional world." Clara laughed.
"Clara, no, that's no true, he's a real guy, and a very real threat. You were saying Orianna?" The Doctor turned to Orianna
"You get the general idea Doc, I gotta go, can you drop me off at Baker street." Orianna asked, rifling in her pockets again.
Next up we haaave: Sherlock and John joining the group. Haaaapy Neeew Yeeeeear! ~Beatrice Holmes