CHAPTER 4
"H-How do you know us?" Sam asked, quite startled by the turn of events.
"We've worked together before, do you not recognize this face?" the doctor asked, staring quizzically at the two men.
"Um… no," Sam replied.
"Maybe it's their first time meeting us, Doctor," Rose suggested.
"Oh. OH. Right. Time travel. Hello I'm The Doctor, and this is Rose."
"Doctor Who? Time travel? I did not let Sam drag my ass out here to talk to PSYCHOPATHS about TIME TRAVEL!" Dean practically shouted.
"You said you'd be difficult, but I didn't realize… Dean. You've seen a lot of weird things-" Rose began.
"What do you mean I said. I've never seen you before in my LIFE."
"Dean, Dean, calm down. Let's listen to them before we go spouting off judgments." Sam turned back to Rose, "You were saying?"
"We're time travelers. Sometimes we meet up with you two and work a 'Job' as you would call it. Seems like this is the earliest in your timeline we've ever shown up." She turned to The Doctor, "Does that mean Sherlock doesn't know us either?"
"Probably not," The Doctor grimaced, "oh, this is going to be an adventure."
"Wait, did you say Sherlock? Like Sherlock Holmes from the books?" Sam asked.
"Yes," Rose replied.
"I told you they were psychopaths," Dean muttered.
"Dean, I need to talk to you privately," Sam said, pulling Dean away from the other two. "Maybe they're telling the truth."
"And maybe they're the demons that we were trying to find in the first place!"
"Okay that is possible, but how would they know us?"
"They're demons, Sam. Demons or maybe some other supernatural thing, but they're not human."
"Okay. Well, we can test to see if they're demons."
Dean nodded and walked over to them, closely followed by Sam. He stopped directly in front of them. "Christo," Dean paused, "Okay well if you're not demons then what the hell are you?"
"Time travers, clearly," Came a deep voice from behind them.
CHAPTER 5
"She's human and he's an alien, last of his kind. They're obviously lovers, they landed here, but don't quite know what's going on in this time. They've met us all before."
"You've said some pretty crazy stuff Sherlock, but this is by far the strangest. You're sute you haven't been on cocaine again?" John asked.
"I've told you, I'm clean," Sherlock replied.
"Let me get this straight, you're Sherlock Holmes?" Dean asked.
"Yes. Has my reputation reached the Americas?"
"Um… sorta," Sam answered.
"Can someone please explain what the hell is going on?!" John exclaimed.
"I already explained it, weren't you listening?" Sherlock replied.
"No, you didn't. You spouted off some random nonsense about those two being time-traveling aliens!"
"She's not an alien."
John paused, clearly frustrated. "Okay then, HOW do you know that?"
"He's strained, all of us being here is pushing his patience. This indicates that he wants to continue with whatever is going on here, but he's not sure what. Due to the strain I can see the pulse of two hearts beating in his chest, so alien. She's more patient, and I can only see one heartbeat, so human. She's been glancing at him with looks of worry or concern, possibly because of his slight frustration, so lover. She's wearing an ancient Chinese pendant around her neck, clearly authentic, but without any show of wear or aging. In a sense, it's new and also 4,000 years old, so they're obviously time travelers. I know how it is to be the only one of a kind; I know how it sits in a heart. I can see it in his eyes." He turned to John, "good enough?"
"It's all true," Rose piped in.
"Um, yeah, good. Wow. Time traveling?"
"Anywhere in time and space, we can get there," The Doctor replied. "I'm a Time Lord, so yes, alien, as you would put it."
"Fascinating. You might have to tell me more about it. That is, if I'm not busy on a case."
"Christo," Dean interjected.
"I assure you, I am not possessed."
"Just making sure."
"Possessed? Why would he be possessed? Like with a demon? Demons don't exist," John said.
"You'd be surprised," Sam replied.
"Demons are real, aliens are real, and we're hunting down a serial killer. This day could not get ANY crazier," John pointed out.
"A serial killer?" Why would the TARDIS bring us here for a serial killer?" Rose asked.
"I don't know," The Doctor replied.
CHAPTER 6
"Sam, if we came all the way out here for a serial killer so help me…" Dean started.
"No, it can't be a serial killer, they would have found bodies. Six people in ten days, you can't hide them like that. Serial killers want to be found. This, this is new," Sherlock explained.
"Okay, so it's not a serial killer. This is… just great." John said, obviously exasperated.
"Six people have gone missing in ten days?" The Doctor asked.
"Yes. All in," John gestured to the surrounds, "this park. Most everyone is thinking that we've got a serial killer that's been snatching people out of the park and murdering them. Or kidnapping them, but kidnappers aren't that active and some of the victims are older."
"So it's not a serial killer?" Sam asked.
"No. Definitely not. But the question is, what is doing this?" The Doctor pondered.
"Demon, vengeful spirit, monster of some sort, where do we begin?" Dean said, clapping his hands together.
"Would the TARDIS bring us here for just a vengeful spirit?" Rose asked, looking up at The Doctor.
"Just a vengeful spirit? What kind of people are you?!" Dean exclaimed.
"Well, there was that poltergeist in 19th century Colorado," the Doctor said in response to Rose's question.
"True, but this doesn't feel like a poltergeist. And the TARDIS took us to present-day Colorado first," Rose pointed out.
"Right… haven't been to London in a while. Have you noticed anything unusual recently?" The Doctor asked to the two London natives.
"Well, not really," John paused, "I guess there was all that hubbub over the angel statue."
"What angel statue?" Sherlock inquired.
John looked at Sherlock quizzically before continuing. "About two weeks ago this angel statue showed up in this park and no one would own up to putting it there. Then a few days later it was gone, so nobody thought any more of it. I'm surprised you didn't know about it," John explained.
"This angel statue, did it have its hands covering its face?" The Doctor asked, somewhat frantically.
"How did you know?"
"Lucky guess. This is bad; this is very, very bad."
"So what is it? A monster of some sort?" Sam asked.
"No, I'm afraid not."
"Doctor, what is it?" Rose pleaded.
"We've got a weeping angel on our hands."