Author's note: This idea has been haunting my brain for months and I've finally had time to put it to paper. This is the most epic crossover I have ever attempted to write. It will consist of four different fandoms. The musical Les Miserables, Supernatural, Doctor Who, and just a dash of Sherlock. I'm publishing this under Supernatural and Doctor Who crossovers because this is where it will most likely get the most views. So please give this little story a chance. In settings it happens after Sam gets his soul back in Season six. After the revolution in Les Mis. And after the Crimson horror for Doctor Who. Please enjoy and review.

Chapter 1.

June 20th, 2011. 11:59 PM

Fifty miles outside of Albuquerque, New Mexico.

A 67' Impala pulled off the highway, down a rutted dirt rode. The Winchesters brothers had been in town for a couple of days working on an investigation. Sam pulled out a file and opened it.

"Kay, so the house should be about five miles down this rode." He said examining the case file. Dean glanced over at the file then back at the road.

"So let me get this strait. These people have just disappeared. No bodies, no nothing. They're just gone."

"Pretty much," Sam closed the file. "Fifteen people in the last year, gone." The brother's had been put on this case by Bobby a couple days earlier. They had made their way down to New Mexico to check it out. Dean hoped that it wouldn't be anything supernatural, just some psycho human. Sam had just gotten his soul back and Dean was worried about what would happen if Sam tried to break the wall Death had built in.

The brothers soon pulled up to the house where all the people had gone missing. In town, the had talked to the various victim's families. The old farm house was known for being the place teenagers went to party and just mess around. There had also been some hikers who had disappeared in the surrounding area. All the missing people had one thing in common, this old abandoned farm house. Dean got out of the Impala, followed by Sam. He walked back to the trunk of the car and opened it.

"We, thinking this could be a vengeful spirit?" Dean asked checking to see if his gun's safety was on.

"Probably, but that wouldn't explain why they haven't found any bodies." Sam grabbed his shot gun and loaded it with a couple rounds of rock salt.

"Right," Dean closed the trunk and turned to his brother. "Lets go check this out."

The house looked like just about every other old abandoned house they had ever set foot in. Chipping paint, broken windows, and graffiti. The brothers stopped in front of the door. Written in big block letters was "Beware the Angel."

"You got that right." Dean said sarcastically. He opened the door and entered the house, Sam followed.

"I'll look around upstairs, see if I can find anything." Sam said before heading up the rickety stairs that led to the upper level.

"Hey, be careful." Dean replied. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Dean, fighting a vengeful spirit isn't going to break down the wall."

"I know man, just be careful though." Sam just kept heading up the stairs. Dean sighed and started to investigate the main floor.

Upstairs, Sam walked down the hall trying different doors, all of them were locked except the very last one at the end of the hall. He opened the door and entered the room, he stopped.

"What the hell?" Standing in the middle of the empty room was the creepiest statue that Sam had ever seen. It was an angel, with it's hands covering its' face, making it look like it was weeping. Now he understood what the message on the door had been about. Sighing he turned and walked out of the room.

"Find anything?" He heard Dean call from downstairs.

"Just a weird ass statue." Sam called back. Just as he was about to head back downstairs something cold and hard touched his shoulder. He turned around quickly,

"Dean!"

Downstairs, Dean heard his brother yell his name. He took off towards the stairs taking them two at a time. He came to the top landing and froze. Sam's shot gun lay on the ground, but his brother was nowhere to be seen. Dean rushed over and picked up the gun.

"Sam!" No reply. Dean searched the whole house, Sam was no where to be found, he was just gone. He was just about to head outside to see if Sam was there when he heard something creak behind him. Dean quickly turned around and pulled out his gun. Just about a foot behind him stood a statue that had not been there a second ago. It was an angel with claw-like hand stretching out towards Dean, its' face was contorted into a snarl. Dean jumped back,

"Son of a Bitch!" Dean stepped backwards, not taking his eyes off the statue. He blinked. The statue was now closer.

"So that's your game huh, can't move while I'm lookin at ya." Dean felt around behind him for the door knob. When he found it, he opened the door slowly, making sure not to take his eyes off the angel. He edged his way back through the door and onto the front porch, eyes still on the angel. When he got to the edge of the stairs he took a deep breath before turning and bolting down the stairs and to the Impala. He turned back towards the house and saw that the angel was at the bottom of the stairs.

"Shit, you are fast." Dean, threw open the car door and jumped in, throwing Sam's shot gun on the seat next to him. He started the car and put it in reverse, then he pulled a tight U-turn and hit the gas. Once back on the highway to Albuquerque, Dean pulled out his phone and called Bobby.

"Bobby, you need to get your as down to Albuquerque now!" Dean said, speeding down the highway.

"Why, did something happen. Is it Sam?"

"No, the walls still up for all I know. But Sam's gone."

"What!" Bobby yelled.

"Just get down here and I'll fill ya in." Dean hung up and kept driving.

Several hours later there was a banging on the Motel room door, Dean jumped up from the table and opened the door. Bobby strode into the room.

"Thank god you are here, cause I've got no idea what the hell I'm dealing with." Dean ran a hand through his hair. He had spent the rest of the night looking up stone angels that could only move when no one was watching them. He had found nothing, absolutely nothing.

"Slow down boy and tell me what happened." Bobby said. Dean sighed and began to fill Bobby in on what happened. After he had finished, Bobby stood up and strode around the room angrily,

"Balls!"

"What, you know what this thing is?"

"Ya, I do and it isn't good." Bobby stopped and pulled out his flask, taking a sip of whatever today's poison was.

"It's called a Weeping Angel." He said solemnly.

"A what?"

"Weeping Angel." Bobby sighed, "It's also known as the Lonely Assassin. It's Quantum Locked, which means that if something is looking at it, the damn thing turns to stone. But as soon as whatever's lookin at it turns it's back, thing's free to move."

"So this has nothing to do with the God squad."

"Right."

"Then why did Sam just disappear?"

"I'm getting to that ya idjit. To sum it up the Weeping Angel just needs to touch to do the damage."

"What damage?" Bobby sighed,

"It sends you back in time, then it feeds off the life energy you left behind." So Sam and all those people are or were still alive, but not in this time. Dean groaned,

"Great, so my baby brother is lost in fucking time, just great. How are we supposed to find him?" Bobby sat on one of the beds, "last time I saw these guys was when I was in London, while you were playing Mr. Apple pie life with Lisa. Dean frowned.

"You were in London?"

"I was trying to get my soul back idjit." Dean nodded. "Anyway, while I was in London dealing with these guys, I met a guy over there who helped me out, or well I helped him out."

"This guy got a name?" Bobby nodded,

"He's called the Doctor."

"Great give the guy a call. Get him over here."

"It ain't that simple boy."

"What do you mean?"

"The Doctor isn't human."

"What." Dean asked flatly. Bobby sighed and removed his hat.

"The guy is an alien. Something called a Timelord. He can help us find Sam."

"An alien. Aliens aren't real." Dean replied.

"And most people think the spooks you fight aren't real either."

"Fine, how do we find him?"

"We gotta get you to London."

"Great." Dean said flatly.

The next day found Dean standing in front of an airport gate waiting to board his flight to London. He had spent the night researching the Doctor with Bobby. Dean was still apprehensive about the whole thing, but he wanted his brother back, but he wasn't so sure about having a guy who wasn't human helping him. Plus Bobby made him leave all his guns in the trunk of the Impala, which he had entrusted to Bobby until he got back. With that last thought he boarded the plane.