Hi again! Thanks for the great response for the first chapter!
Chapter 2:
Sam
"Y'know, Dean, this doesn't seem like angel business," I said, leaning back from the computer. "There are a lot of disappearances, but no deaths reported. If there were this many angel possessions, something would have come up."
"What is it then? No signs of demons, shapeshifters, witches, nothing we've seen," Dean asked, leaning against the table with a beer.
We were on a case in Phoenix Arizona, where a lot of disappearances were popping up. Too many at a time for it to be a coincidence.
"I don't know. It's weird. But honestly, that's what our job is. Weird." I sighed, brushing my hair out of my face. "Should we call Cas?"
Dean shrugged. "Sure. Worth a shot. Alright… Castiel, hope you've got your ears on. We need your help."
"Hello Dean."
Cas always showed up silently and very quickly, making Dean jump. "Damnit, Cas! You need to wear a bell or something."
"Why did you call?" Cas asked, obviously curious.
"There's something going on here and we can't figure out what it is," I said, propping my legs out in front of me. "We thought you could help."
"I probably can. What did you think it is?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.
"Angels. Still being dicks. Anyways, can you scan the area or something?" Dean asked, sitting down on one of the motel beds.
"Just a moment," Cas said, concentrating for a few seconds. Suddenly, the angel tensed up. "This isn't good. You need to leave immediately."
"What? Why?" I asked, eyebrows furrowing.
"These are angels, you were correct about that. But these are not anything you want to mess with."
"Cas, you aren't making any sense," Dean said, folding his arms.
"These things aren't normal angels. They are the spirits of those killed, and they are vengeful. You and I have killed enough angels for these things to come after us," Cas said, obviously nervous. "And you can't kill them, not easily anyway."
"What do we kill that is easy?" Dean asked. Suddenly, a weird sound came from outside. "What the hell…?"
"Come on," I said, grabbing my jacket and tossing Dean the keys."
As soon as we were outside, we saw something out of the ordinary. A large blue box sat across the street, where it wasn't there a few minutes ago.
"That's a London Police Box," I said, recognizing it faintly. "It's not modern though. What is it doing in Phoenix?"
"Can you get any nerdier?" Dean muttered, walking towards the box.
The doors squeaked open, and three men stepped out. One of them was a short man, obviously very bewildered. One was about the same height as Dean, with curly black hair and a black trenchcoat. The last man wore a bowtie and was obviously very childish, as he basically bounced out of the box.
"Hello!" Bowtie guy grinned, talking with a British accent. "Sorry, are we in America?"
"Um, yes? Who are you?" I asked.
"Oh I'm the Doctor. That there is John Watson and that is Sherlock Holmes."
I snorted a little. "Sorry? You mean the guys from the books?"
"Yes!"
I glanced behind the "Doctor" and examined these other guys. "Uh huh."
"Fantastic, I've always wanted to say "No shit, Sherlock" to a guy named Sherlock," Dean joked, obviously not buying it.
The Doctor didn't say anything. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out some stick with a light on the tip and waved it around me, then Dean, and basically any surface around us.
"You two are human, that's good. But…" The man stepped closer to Cas, examining him. "You aren't. What are you?"
"Woah, wait. Are you a Hunter?" Dean asked, obviously confused.
"No idea what that means," the Doctor said, currently walking around Cas. "Hm. If you didn't look human, I'd say you were a Weeping Angel, but that-"
"How do you know about them?" Cas interrupted, glaring at the man.
"The better question is how do you?" The Doctor asked. "What are you?"
"I'm an angel," Cas said coldly. "And you are also not human."
"I've never met an angel before! Had no idea they existed. Of course, aliens are very diverse, hundreds of thousands of 'em."
"I'm sorry, aliens?" I asked. "Trust me, we've seen a lot. They don't exist."
"That's offensive!" The Doctor said, tucking the weird light stick in his pocket. "I'm right here, you know!"
"Unbelievable," Dean muttered. "Everyone we meet is a douchebag. I thought that was just me."
I gave a short laugh, but I was definitely confused. "I'm sorry, but can we run a few tests on you? It won't take too much time and shouldn't hurt."
"People are all the same," the strange man muttered. "I suppose so."
We led him inside. "Drink this," I said, handing the Doctor a flask of holy water. He drank a bit without any effects, so demon was off the list. We did a test with silver (still clean) and though we were fairly sure all the Leviathans were killed, we still poured a little cleaner on his arm. We did the same with the other two men, after which so called Sherlock walked off, whispering madly to his companion.
Cas was standing silently in the corner, glaring at the Doctor. "Sam, Dean, I need to speak with you,"
Dean looked at me and shrugged, walking over to the angel. "What's up Cas?"
"I don't trust these men," he said, shifting his weight onto the other foot. "They shouldn't be here."
"Hell, Cas, you shouldn't be here. Angels on earth are… Unnatural," I said, trying to figure out why he didn't like them. "No offense."
"No, you're right. But these men are not insane, as you seem to believe. Those two are the real Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. I have no idea who that man is, though I should. I don't understand it, and I don't like not knowing."
"How are two fictional characters alive?" Dean asked, obviously skeptical.
"Could be a Tulpa," I mentioned.
"No, not a Tulpa. I can see monsters and demons, and those two are definitely human," Cas said. "Something is wrong here."
That much we seemed to agree on, though we had no leads to figure out what. All I knew is this was definitely a case, and it seemed the weirdo with a bowtie could help.
Chapter two is done!
Now that things have gotten rolling, what do you think should be in store for the Winchesters, the Doctor, Sherlock and John, and Cas? Any ideas always help a writer!
The next chapter will be in the Doctor's POV, so stay tuned!
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