Hey, guys this is my first online story, so please, tell me what was good, bad, and what needs improvement. Also, ideas for chapter are always appreciated! Thanks!
Once upon four different times, there were two brothers that hunted demons, the world's only two consulting detectives and a mad man with a blue box. Now, the story of how they all met is quite unusual, but very exciting. Let's start with the two demon hunting brothers, shall we?
It was a normal day in the lives of Sam and Dean Winchester. 'Saving people, hunting things.' their father always told them, 'It's the family business, back in swing.' Today was the two year anniversary of their father's death. John Winchester was one of the most stubborn and headstrong hunters you would've ever met. After his wife Mary was killed by a demon named Azazel, and Sammy was cursed by that same demon, John vowed that he would not rest until the yellow-eyed son of a bitch was dead and sent back to Hell. It's a shame he died before he could fulfill that vow. Sam and Dean, however, didn't stop hunting Azazel down, and when they found him, they sent him back to the pit with the help of John's soul.
"Let's go, Sam!" Dean yelled to his little brother as he got into the '67 Impala, "We got a Wendigo to kill!" Sam was packing all the weapons they would need to kill said demon. Dean was getting impatient and was about to leave him behind when he noticed that Sam wasn't standing at the trunk anymore. He got out of the Impala, looking around wildly for his brother, "SAM!" Where is that boy! "Sammy!"
"What!" Dean turned to see Sam standing in the doorway of a blue police call box.
"What are you doing in there?"
"Talking." What is wrong with this kid? Talking to who, the wall?
He walks over to Sam and looks into the box. He couldn't explain it, but he simply said, "It's bigger on the inside." As the doors closed behind them, Sam started to tell Dean about how he saw this mysterious box, known as the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimension in Space), appeared out of nowhere and when he approached it, a man burst through the doors saying he needed the Winchesters' help. This strange man was called The Doctor.
At the same moment all that was occurring in the States, across the pond at 221B Baker Street, there was a very intense argument going on. Sherlock Holmes and Alexandria MacKenna, (the only two consluting detectives in the world), had been going through the evidence from a case they were working on. All of a sudden, without meaning to offend, Sherlock asked Lexi, "So even if the victim wasn't family, why would it matter if they had it coming or not?"
"Sherlock!" Lexi said.
He looked over at her, "What? Not good?"
"What do you think, Lock?" Lexi told him, turning to face the window, "That wasn't very fair of you." She picked up Sherlock's violin and began to play the theme from her favourite TV series, Doctor Who. Not wanting to be shouted at by the angry Irishwoman, Sherlock decided to let Lexi alone, picked up a book and began reading. He looked up at the window to see that Lexi still hadn't moved.
Forty five minutes had passed, Lexi finally stopped playing, put the violin on the table and turned to Sherlock. What happened next was unexpected to the curly-haired detective. "What the hell is wrong with you!" Lexi shouted as she smacked him upside the head.
"Woman!"
"Say you're sorry." she looked at him expectantly.
"What for?" he snapped back at her. Lexi smacked him again."Woman, stop hitting me!"
"Then apologise, you arse!" she shouted.
Sherlock was utterly confused, What did I do? He stood up and went to the kitchen. Lexi, thinking he was ignoring her, threw a book at his head and he ducked to avoid being hit by it. The two of them were so caught up in their fighting, they had yet to notice the TARDIS in the living room.
The Doctor walked through the kitchen door, grabbed Lexi and pulled her off of Sherlock. "Alex, you need to calm down and not kill Sherlock, we need both of you to help us."
"Raggedy Man, let go of me. I'm calm." When he let go of her, she hesitated for a few seconds before punching Sherlock in the face one last time, breaking two of her knuckles in the process.