I really didn't mean to not update this at all. I'm the literal worst. Life happens, though, yknow? Here's a chapter!
Castiel was the first to the stage, he'd managed to capture Crowley before he disappeared. The other three men were behind him, Sam had killed the two demons after a brief altercation, their lifeless and smoking bodies laid behind them. Sherlock and the Doctor were staring at them in awe. Castiel paid them no mind, he was too focused on the King of Hell before him.
"Where are they?" He growled, Crowley smirked and rolled his eyes.
"Sent them on a mini-vacation to an alternate universe." He said, Castiel almost released him from the surprise of that revelation.
"What?" Sam and the Doctor chimed simultaneously.
"Which one? Like the one where we're actors?" Sam asked, they all looked to him.
"No?" Crowley asked, "I didn't even know that was an option; we used the girl, Rose, as a catalyst."
"You sent them to the parallel universe that we're from originally." The Doctor said, waltzing up next to Castiel, his head tilted back, he looked at Crowley through his lashes. Sherlock was still standing next to one of the bodies.
"I suppose, it wasn't my idea." Crowley explained.
"Who's idea was it?" Cas asked, shoving his forearm into Crowley's throat more, though he knew the demon didn't need to breathe. It seemed, however, that the king was getting tired of Castiel's games and his eyes began to glow red.
"Don't play with me, Castiel. If you're going to smite me, do so." He shouted, it was enough to make Sam and Sherlock stand at attention. He heard a gasp behind him and heard Sam muttering something to Sherlock, but Cas' attention was on the red eyed crossroads demon.
"Not until you tell me who you're working with." He demanded, and was soon sent flying across the room. He landed beside the two deceased vessels. Crowley waltzed up to the angel, brushing off his jacket. He looked to Sam, who's blade was turned in his hand, he was ready for a fight. Sherlock was watching in shock and the Doctor was still standing where he was before.
"You're not as powerful as you once were, kitten." Crowley sighed and then looked to Sam, "Moose, see you later." And then he was gone. Castiel groaned as he sat up, he looked at the younger Winchester and then to the wide-eyed detective. A hand was held out to him, then, he looked up to find the Doctor reaching out to help him up. He took it and was pulled to his feet by the strange species.
"So what's the plan, Cas? How are we gonna get Dean back?" Sam asked after he'd had a moment to regain his composure.
"And John, where's John, we must get him back." Sherlock finally spoke up, his eyes were wide with a sort of panic.
"I don't know." Castiel replied, looking to the Doctor, "Can you help them?"
"Me?" He asked, slightly incredulous, "I-I'm not, not anymore. I don't have the-No. I can't." He said sadly, running a hand through his hair, he looked to his feet, "This is rotten luck." He thumbed at his wedding ring and Sam let out an incredulous laugh.
"Yeah, tell me about it." He said, "Look, I don't know who you are, John, or Doctor, or whatever your name is. And Sherlock, I know you're a detective, but this is sort of mine and Cas' area. We'll suss it out." He held out his phone to the Doctor, "Give me your number, we'll call you when we figure things out."
Reluctantly the Doctor punched in his phone number, Castiel watched as he handed it back to Sam who then handed it over to Sherlock. Sherlock stared at the electronic device as though it was a personal offense.
"Sam, you're a fan, right? Then you should know I will stop at nothing until I solve this case and find my friend." He still put his number into the phone and handed it back to Sam.
"All due respect, man, this isn't exactly a case." Sam said, "It's, well ok yeah, it's a case, but not a normal one. You're gonna encounter a lot of things you won't want to believe."
"Like the existence of angels and parallel universes? And Demon's with red eyes who can disappear in an instant?"
"Well, yeah," Sam shrugged, Sherlock laughed, shaking his head. It wasn't a pleasant laugh, but a slightly condescending one.
"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth." Sherlock stated before pushing through Cas and the Doctor, he was headed for the exit. Sam hurried after him and Castiel looked to the Doctor who was grinning.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Oh I'm ok, it's just, well, he said it. I can't believe he said it." He shook his head before his smile fell and he looked to Cas sadly, "I suppose we should go find my wife and your friend."
"We should," Castiel said, they hurried after Sam and the detective.
Dean sat with his back against the wall, his phone in his hands, he stared at it, willing it to receive a text or a call. Something to tell him that Rose was wrong, that they weren't in some alternate universe, that Cas and Sam were going to burst through that door any minute and tell them it was all some big mistake. But no calls came, no texts, nothing. No one came through the door, and John was still trying to calm Rose down while giving her a check up.
"Alright, not that her health isn't important, but do you think we could get out of this room," Dean asked, standing and shoving his phone into his pocket.
"Just a moment," John growled, he held up a finger to Dean and then went back to Rose, "I'm so sorry I couldn't see it before, how far along are you?"
"F-four months." Rose sniffed and then ran a hand through her hair, "The angel didn't say anything about that when he saw my aura, did he?"
"You soul." Dean cleared his throat and they both looked at him, heads tilted, "It isn't your aura he can see, it's your soul, and it's-" He shook his head, "Never mind, not important. Say, what universe did we get popped into? Cause if I'm an actor in this one, lunch is on me."
"What are you goin on about?" Rose asked, standing with the help of John's hand.
"I'm just askin which universe this might possibly be." Dean shrugged, tapping a computer beside him.
"I think-" Rose walked forward to the window and gasped slightly, "I think this might be my normal one." John followed her to the window and looked out.
"Are we in Canary Wharf," He asked, smiling slightly, he looked around the room, "Not what I expected it to look like in here."
"Yeah well, that'll be from the Dalek/Cyberman invasion. They trashed the place," Rose said, she seemed a bit less sad, a bit more hopeful, Dean hoped it wasn't misplaced.
"So if this is the place you're from, do you know someone who could help us?" Dean asked, Rose bit her lip before smiling widely and nodding.
"Great, who?" John asked, Rose looked to him, eyes wide.
"Uh, the Doctor." John looked to Dean and they both furrowed their brows before looking back to Rose.
"You mean like the Doctor we just left behind in that other universe? Cause he aint gonna be much help here." Dean crossed his arms over his chest, but Rose didn't stand still, she pushed past him and headed for the door, they had no choice but to follow.
They made their way out of the office building and to the bustling London streets. People were going about their business, living their daily lives like there weren't three out of place inhabitants.
"The man I was with, my husband, isn't the Doctor, he's a duplicate, a clone, if you will. Half human, half time lord." Rose explained as they walked at a quickened pace through the crowd.
"Alright," Dean said, though he didn't really understand what any of that meant, "So the real one is here?"
"Yes, I hope so," She said, "I just need to contact a few friends to see if they're still in contact with him. If they are, it'll make things a lot easier, if they're not, then we're going to be doing a lot of research."
They were headed for some Government buildings, Rose had her cellphone in her hand, and was scrolling through a few contacts.
"It won't work," Dean said, "I already tried to call Sam. No service, because my service provider doesn't exist here. Probably."
"What?" John exclaimed, pulling out his phone and turning on the screen like he'd been expecting there to be texts from Sherlock, "bollocks," He whispered, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
"I've got universal roaming, the Doctor may not have access to the technology of the TARDIS, but he knows how to build a sonic screwdriver." She said, holding her phone up to her ear, she hurried in front of them. Dean looked to John.
"Did you get any of that?" Dean asked, John sighed.
"It sounded like a lot of gibberish to me, and I have to listen to Sherlock's deductions," He said with a small sad smile, Dean decided the guy wasn't so bad.
They were all four piled into 221B, Sherlock was pacing back and forth, obviously trying to think up a solution, Sam was on his laptop, eagerly researching, Castiel sat next to the Doctor on the couch, they stared at the two other men in the room without a clue as to how they could help.
"So an angel?" The Doctor asked suddenly, quietly, as they watched the other two work.
"Yes," Cas replied, barely glancing sidelong at the Doctor, "And you're an alien."
"Indeed I am." The Doctor smiled sadly at his hands, "Half human, of course."
"That's where your soul comes from," Castiel stated simply.
"Yes my soul, you referenced it earlier. How can you see it?" The Doctor's tone was one of pure fascination.
"My father created them, so he of course gave us the ability to see them." Castiel tilted his head slightly, obviously pondering something, "Though I don't know how you have one, you're not from this universe."
"Maybe there's a god in my universe," Said the Doctor, though he was in a slight state of disbelief at that theory, "Though I have no clue what he was spending his time doing if he did exist."
"It is possible that my father also created your universe and left it to its own devices. For purely scientific reasons." Castiel shrugged and looked at the Doctor who was grinning.
"I like that idea, that's brilliant. A universe created specifically as a science experiment."
"If John were here, he'd say that sounds like something I would do." Sherlock cut into their conversation and they looked back at the hunter and the detective to find them both staring. Sherlock looked back at Sam who's mouth twitched into a small smile before the younger Winchester went back to his computer, his eyes focused on the screen.
"He'd be right." Sherlock muttered before he steepled his hands beneath his chin, abandoning his pacing in favor of standing completely still.
"Oh he's going into his mind palace now." The Doctor said excitedly.
"Shouldn't we be doing something as well?" Castiel asked, looking to the Doctor who shrugged.
"Don't know what we can do, really. I've no TARDIS and you don't posses the ability to travel between dimensions."
"Well I've never actually tried." Castiel responded.
"Try now?" The Doctor stated and Cas closed his eyes, focusing on finding Dean, but nothing happened, he stayed sitting on the couch in the dim sitting room of 221B Baker Street. He sighed and opened his eyes, shaking his head at the Doctor who smiled sadly, "Ah then, for now, we sit."
It was the most useless Castiel had ever felt.