A/N: Well, here's the next part. Because I like this story and I hope someone else does too.
So to anyone else reading this: ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with Supernatural, Sherlock, and/or Doctor Who. All rights belong to the creators at The CW and BBC.
"And that is why you five are here." The Doctor said. "I need you help because you're the best at what you do."
Sam cleared his throat. "And what exactly do you need our help with...Doctor?" He asked. "I'm afraid I have a big problem." The Doctor said. "Clara and I are stuck in the past."
"Wait, if you're a time traveler how can you be stuck?" Dean asked. "And that brings me to the problem." The Doctor said. "The angels have the phone box."
"We don't have any telephone box." Castiel told the Doctor. "Not you, Castiel." Sherlock said. "Well, then what does he mean?" Dean asked the detective. "The Weeping Angels." Sherlock answered. Sam and Dean looked at each other. "I don't understand." Cas said. "Welcome to my world." John said under his breath.
"Weeping Angels are tricky creatures to explain." The Doctor said. "They are as old as the universe and no one really knows where they came from. They may very well be the deadliest, most powerful, and most malevolent life-form ever produced. And they only exist when no one is looking."
"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked. "They literally turn into stone." Sherlock said. "What?" Sam asked looking at him. "Whenever someone looks at them they turn to stone. The moment you look away they come to life." He elaborated.
"Yes and they're very fast." The Doctor added. "How fast is 'very fast'?" Dean asked. "Well, they come to life when you aren't watching right? They don't even exist then." The men in the flat nodded at the timelord on the screen. "So, here's what you have to do: Don't turn your back. Don't look away. Don't even blink- that's how fast they are. But as long as you can see it you're safe." He said. "So what do they look like?" Sam asked. "Well...like a Weeping Angel." The Doctor said. Seeing the annoyed look on Dean's face Clara jumped in. "It'll look like an angel statue you might expect to see at a church or something like that but they're hands will probably be covering their eyes. That's why they're called weeping angels. If someone looks at them they can't move but if a Weeping Angel looks at another Weeping Angel-,"
"They'll never move." The Doctor finished.
"Great. So how do we kill 'em?" Dean asked, getting to the point. Everyone looked to the Doctor. "You don't." He said, simply. "What do you mean we don't? What do we do with it then? Take it to dinner?" Dean demanded. "That's the thing. You can't kill a statue." The Doctor stated. "That's their protection."
"Then what about when it's not a statue?" Sam asked. "C'mon Sammy we have to be able to see something to kill it. Otherwise it kills us." Dean told him.
"Doctor." Castiel spoke up. "How do these creatures kill?" He asked. "They let you live to death." The Doctor answered. "I don't understand." John said and looked at Sherlock. The taller man seemed to get an idea. "You said that the two of you are stuck in the past and that the Angels have you're phone box." Sherlock stated. "The time machine." John said. "Yes, exactly." Sherlock said. "You didn't get there by using it or else the Angels wouldn't have it and you wouldn't need our help. The only way you could get there without anyway of returning would be if the Angels sent you back in time. So when you say that they let you live to death they send you back in time to live to death." He worked out.
"Couldn't you have just told them? Clara whispered to the Doctor. "Yes, but that was more fun." He replied, grinning. Clara rolled her eyes. "What?" The Doctor asked her. "That's Sherlock Holmes."
"But what good does it do to send them back in time?" John was asking the group. "They feed off of the potential energy of their victims lives." The Doctor answered.
"Wait, if you're in the past how are you contacting us? Aside from the fact that from where you are none of us are born yet how do you have internet access?" Sherlock asked. "Yeah, what year are you in?" Sam asked. "I'd say the late 1900s...1969...70...not 80s. Definitely not... and we're...video chatting from Clara's phone." The Doctor answered. "How do you have service in the 1970s?" Sam asked. "Well, since not all of us get wifi everywhere-," Dean actually chuckled then. "I had to improvise. The wonders of sonic technology." He grinned at Clara. "But, still." Sam said. "We don't even exist yet."
"That's thing about time." The Doctor said. "It's not just a straight simple line like most people think. It's actually a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey...stuff." Everyone in the flat looked at each other trying to decide if that made sense or not.
"How you're contacting us aside; where do we begin?" Castiel asked. "Ah, yes." The Doctor began again. "To find the TARDIS you have to find the Angels. They're usually holed up in old abandoned houses or caves or anywhere they won't be seen really. Which means they've either moved the TARDIS or they're still where I left it."
"Where did you leave it?" John asked. "A back alley on the south side of town. I think... Or it was a garage basement...no that was last time..."
"Last time?" Dean asked. "This has happened before?" Everyone looked at the Doctor. "Well, admittedly, yes." He answered. "How have you survived nine hundred years?" Sam asked. "I thought you were older than nine hundred." Clara interjected. "I am." The Doctor said. "That's not the point though."
"No, the point is you suck at hiding your time machine." Dean cut in. "Well, I don't really need to usually. This doesn't happen that often." The Doctor defended himself. "But, it has happened before- you said so yourself." Sherlock said. "That aside can you help me? You know it's kind of hard to be a mad man with a box without a box." The men in the flat exchanged glances with one another.
"This seems to be extremely dangerous." Castiel told everyone. "From what I know of you five I think you're more than okay with that." The Doctor answered. Of course there was no arguing with that so the boys moved on. "Why should we?" Sam asked. "Why?" The Doctor repeated. "Because that's what you do- all of you- you help people. People from all over come to you with their problems and stories and puzzles to solve. They come to you because you help people for a living and don't ask for anything in return." The Doctor looked directly at the Winchesters then. "I'm not an angel or a demon boys. I help people too...or try to." He turned to the detective and doctor. "Sherlock, John. I assume you're not bored now."
"Fine." Sherlock's deep voice said after a moment of silence. "John and I will take the case." Everyone gave their attention to the hunters. "We might as well, Dean." Sam told his brother. "We're already here." Dean looked from his brother to his angel. "Alright." He said, finally. "We're in."
"Wonderful!" The Doctor declared. "Good luck working together and remember- don't blink." He reminded them. "Good luck guys! Don't die!" Clara said in farewell before the screen went black. "Oh, fantastic." Dean mumbled as Sherlock got up to put on his coat and scarf and John put the laptop away.
"Getting started right away?" John asked. "What's the point of sitting around the flat when we have a case to work, John?" Sherlock asked. Sam and Dean looked at each other as if they were having an entire nonverbal conversation about Holmes and Watson.
"Ready?" John asked the three men. "As we'll ever be." Dean answered as the five headed toward the door. "Good." Sherlock said, leading everyone out of 221B Baker Street. "The game is on!"
A/N: Tada! Tell me you liked it. I really hope you liked it. I'm honestly probably having way too much fun with these seven but not enough to care. I'm having so much fun there'll probably be more characters soon! Yay! :D (I'm also trying to fill the empty space in my heart that the SPN season 9 finale tore out.)
So, yeah thoughts, opinions, ideas, and creative criticism welcome. Being rude just means- well you're rude. Congrats. And let me know who you'd like to see added to the group. I'm thinking Mycroft and Bobby. Maybe Lestrade, Molly, and Crowley. Possibly some ocs just for the sake of the plot.
Oh and ships! Should there be ships in here or not? If yes which ones? Hmmmmmm? coughdestielcoughjohnlockcough Hmmmmm?
And happy birthday to me! Because my birthday was the 14th :D Yay for not dying this year (Haha Sam and Dean)!
Well, that's all for now. Byeeee!
~Chameleon52
August, 15 2014
