What Can Go Wrong?

Summary: Everything goes to hell when this group meets up. Literally. Sam and Dean are left flabbergasted at the idea of aliens and the great Sherlock Holmes, the Doctor is confused yet unbelievably excited, and Sherlock... Well, he would rather burst into flames than deal with this nonsense. Superwholock at its finest, written is several perspectives, and absolutely insane.

Chapter 1

Sherlock

I groaned, rubbing lightly at my temples. It was a very ordinary day, which meant a very dull one for me. No cases, no murders, and nothing to do.

"John," I muttered, looking over to the man in the chair opposite of my own. He raised an eyebrow, obviously uninterested and focusing on the morning paper. "Oh for God's sake, put that down," I snapped. "There's nothing new in there anyway."

"Maybe not for you," John said, turning the page absentmindedly. "But I don't have some amazing mind you have. So I, like normal people, read the news."

"You say being normal like it's enjoyable," I rolled my eyes. "It is actually quite boring."

"Whatever, Sherlock," John sighed. He checked his watch and stood up with a stretch. "Mary's going to be here soon. Just so you know."

"Why would I need to know?" I asked, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"You don't need to know. I just… You know, never mind," John said, smirking a little.

He walked over to the window, peering into the street for no real reason. "Er, Sherlock?" John asked, face full of confusion.

"What?" I asked, turning to him.

"There wasn't always a huge blue police box in the middle of the street, was there?" He asked, already reaching for his coat.

"What?" I asked again, this time going to the window to see for myself.

Indeed, there was a blue police box sitting on the side of the road. It had most certainly not been there before, yet it was sitting there. "What the hell?" I muttered, trying to find traces if how it got there.

"Come on," I said, grabbing my own coat and walking briskly to the door.

…

After looking at the blue box for a while, I came the the conclusion that it couldn't possibly be there. There wasn't any sign of construction, or any sign of was moved to the spot it was at. I could tell it was old, very old, as if it had seen almost everything.

"What do you think?" I asked John, running a hand over the smooth wood.

"Don't look at me, I'm just a doctor," John said, smirking a little.

There was a shuffling noise from the inside of the box before a man poked his head out. "Did I hear my name?" He asked, wiping a hand over his dirty face.

This man was very bizarre looking. He wore a bowtie, a brown jacket, and a pair of goggles strapped over some floppy brown hair. He looked young, but his eyes held ages of wisdom and pain.

His face lit up. "Sherlock Holmes!" He exclaimed, jumping out of the box. I stood there, not quite comprehending what was going on. "Oh, I've been waiting to meet you! Hm, I have to say I was expecting a different time period. What are you doing in the 21st century?"

"I'm sorry?" I asked, getting more confused by the second. I was trying to deduce something, anything about this man, but it was hopeless. It was nonsense. "What are you talking about?"

"Sorry, sir," John interrupted, putting a hand on my arm as a warning. "Who are you?"

His face lit up and the man grinned. "Oh, sorry. I'm the Doctor. Nice to meet you… Are you Watson? You must be Watson."

John blinked. "Er, yes. John Watson. And, sorry, but Doctor who?"

"Love it when they say that," the Doctor muttered happily. "Just the Doctor."

I scoffed. "You haven't received any medical training."

"Didn't say I did, now did I?" He winked. "And I see you've met the TARDIS!"

He patted the blue box, still smiling annoyingly. "She is a beauty when she's working properly. But she… Well I think it's time for her to get a makeover. Honestly, she's been very random. It's about time she fixes herself up."

"You talk about that box like it's… alive." John said, obviously not as wary as I was.

"Oh, it is," the Doctor replied. "I can show you around when she's finished."

"Because three men walking into a small box isn't conspicuous at all," I said under my breath. There was no way we would even fit inside of this thing.

A comical ding sounded from the box- the TARDIS as the man called it- and the Doctor's face lit up. "Righty-o," he grinned. "I can't wait to see this."

With that, the strange man swung open the doors to reveal something so immense, so impossible, it made both John and I stare inside with disbelief.

The small box wasn't so small on the inside. Not in the slightest. It was huge, great silver appliances lining the walls with a large control center. Several doors branched out, and the ceiling was very high. "What the hell?" I asked, half sure I was dreaming.

"Hello you sexy thing!" The Doctor shouted, bounding inside and running his hands over the controls. He looked over at us, still smiling. "What are you doing standing out there? Come on, get in!"

By then, I ruled out dreaming. I wouldn't dream of this nonsense. I hadn't taken any drugs, so that isn't it either. I couldn't comprehend what was happening, and I didn't like it.

"Let's take her for a spin, shall we?"

"Woah, woah, wait," John stuttered. "Take her for a spin?"

"Oh come on, it'll be fun!" The Doctor said. I sat in silence, mouth agape.

"There's been some strange things going on in America. My best guess would be Weeping Angels, but who knows? Come along, won't you? I've been dying for adventure."

"Weeping Angels?" I asked, examining the not so small box thoroughly.

The Doctor ignored me, simply spinning several controls and hitting buttons. A strange sound filled the air, and as soon as it started… it stopped.

"Here we are! Not quite sure where here is exactly, but it is November 13th, 2015. Exactly," he checked his watch. "4:12 PM. Not bad."

"Er, Sherlock?" John asked, cracking open the door. "We've moved."

"Impossible," I muttered, walking over to him. "How could we have moved?"

"TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. With this baby, we can travel anywhere in time and space." The Doctor said casually.

"Impossible," I said again, but it was true. We were most certainly not in London, and that was most certainly not normal.

It turned out the normal, ordinary day was far from what it really was. And I was most certain things were going to get far worse.

Superwholock. I've been recently introduced to the concept, and really, its perfect. So I wrote a fanfic!

Next chapter will be in Sam's perspective. And the entire group will officially meet (including Cas).

I won't add in any ships aren't included in the show. By that, no character will get together unless they've kissed on screen. So that means no Johnlock, no Destiel, no Wincest, etc.

I hope you enjoy! Leave a review of what you think!

*I don't understand, why do I have to say my name?*