Here's the next chapter. I've changed the title, to better reflect the actual titles of both shows.

At Noon

The Butler, Transported

It was wide and open on Salisbury Field.

A man could walk for miles and not come in contact with another human soul. So isolated was it, that in a few hundred years, the government would use it as explosives detonation. But for now, the wild desolation was open and free.

One man stood upon the hill, overlooking the plain. He was dressed like a commoner, with a tattered coat and hat. His short beard was unkempt and dirty, his hair growing long. In one hand he held the reins of his horse, in the other he held his custom double-barreled shotgun. The chamber was filled with shells that contained not lead, but salt, and iron.

The man was deep in thought, the winds picking at the tatters of his clothing.

They've come. Damn bastards. Don't they realize they might create a paradox?

Creatures like us, he thought, don't often consider the wide-ranging consequences.

With a sigh, he clicked at his horse, and climbed into the saddle. He urged the horse on, and in an instant, abandoned Salisbury Plains.

"Sam?"

Dean Winchester's slightly panicked voice was higher-pitched than normal. Sam, his brother, didn't sigh at his brother's apparent cowardice. He too was in shock.

"Sam? Where the hell are we?"

"Uh... I don't know, Dean." Sam looked around. They were in a forest, and Dean was really beginning to freak out.

"Oh, crap," he said, looking from one tree to another. "This looks exactly like Purgatory..."

"Dean," Sam said, rolling his eyes. "We can't be in Purgatory. We... look, something like that can't happen twice."

"Says you," Dean answered. "Maybe this is an alternate Purgatory."

"'Alternate Purgatory?'" Sam repeated. Dean looked at him, deadly serious.

"Yeah, like that ass-backwards universe we went to where we were freakin' actors!" Dean responded. "That still gives me nightmares."

"Calm down, Dean," Sam said, looking around. "Think... we didn't do this on our own."

"We didn't?" Dean asked, thinking. "We were hunting that werewolf pack. Maybe they got a witch working with them?"

"Yeah, like a witch is gonna work with a werewolf," Sam said scathingly. "A vampire, maybe..."

But before Dean could respond, Castiel appeared behind them.

"Jesus!" Dean yelled, stumbling back.

"No, it's me," Castiel said.

"Don't do that!" Dean said, taking a deep breath. Sam, who hadn't lost his composure like his brother, stared hard at Castiel.

"Did you bring us here, Cas?" he asked. The angel looked around, as if to check they were alone.

"Yes, I did," he said, his gravelly voice containing a tinge of urgency. "I had to bring you here. I've finally detected Crowley here."

"Crowley?" Dean asked, straightening up. "Okay, but where is here?"

"England," Castiel answered. "Unfortunately, my apparition powers aren't as good as I wish they were, so we're in the Forests of Kent. Our destination is London. So, if you don't mind..."

Dean began to protest that he did mind, very much so, but Castiel had placed his hands on both of the brothers' foreheads.

The net instant, Sam grabbed the other two, forcing them out of the way of an oncoming... carriage?

"Uh, Cas?" Sam asked, staring at their surroundings. "England, London... when?"

For all around them was the stone settings of what looked like Victorian England. Dean also stared, mainly at the attire of the people.

"Why the hell is Crowley hiding out in some Renaissance Fair?" he asked incredulously. Castiel turned to him.

"This is the Victorian Era, but it's set in an parallel world," he explained.

"Told you," Dean muttered to Sam. "Dude, check out that guy's waistcoat..."

"But to answer your question," Castiel continued, "I don't know why Crowley is here. The only reason I can think of is that this location and time is the presence of the most rampant demon-human contracts in history. It seems to be amplified in this world."

Now that they were here, the three of them were getting stares, mostly because of the way they were dressed, and partly because of their American accents. Sam noticed this immediately.

"We should get a change of clothes," he pointed out. "Cas, hate to cut you off, but we shouldn't stand here and discuss... our work in a crowded street."

"Good point," Cas agreed.

"Oh, dude," Dean said, excited. "Do we get to wear coattails?"

A few hours later, they were clad in simple suits, with no ties, and they had obtained lodgings at a pub called the "Caged Pony."

"Weird-ass name," Dean said, looking around. "But these suits are relatively modern."

"Part of the parallel world," Castiel explained. He was still clad in his rain coat and backwards tie.

"Anyway, about Crowley," Sam said, gesturing for Castiel to continue. "What's the point of more contracts? He's got all the souls he needs, right?"

"I suspect," Castiel said, "is that he doesn't want the souls... he wants the demons. Contracts strengthen demons as they demolish humans. There are a few I've managed to "pug out..."

"I think you mean, 'peg out,'" Sam corrected.

"Whoa, wait, hold up," Dean said, leaning forward. "So Crowley's here recruiting? All alone?"

"Yes," Castiel said. "As far as I know, we're the only ones from our world here."

"Good," Dean said. "Less of the flying-ass monkeys." He was referring to the other angels, less friendly than Castiel. But Sam looked worried.

"What's the exact year?" he asked Castiel.

"1887," he said.

"Why's that important?" Dean asked Sam.

"Because I remember reading the somewhere in the Victorian Era there was a demon uprising. It was quashed by some hunter who had the Something of God. I don't remember what it was exactly."

"Great," Dean said. "So maybe that's gonna happen in this universe and Crowley's gonna make it happen."

"Crowley will attempt to force all of the demons to join him," Cas said. "I believe Crowley will kill the hunter Sam mentioned so that he can't stop the uprising."

"Yeah, being dead kinda makes stopping uprisings hard," Dean put in. "Not impossible, but hard."

"So what's our first move?" Sam asked. "Do you know where Crowley is, exactly?"

"Not exactly," Castiel answered. "But I do know where he's going to be."

"Where's that?" Dean asked. "Some kinda, demon brothel stage ready for uprisings?"

The next thing they knew, they were outside of a large, forbidding manor house.

"Crap," Dean said, getting his balance. "Don't do that."

"This is the place," Castiel said. "He will be here tomorrow."

Sam squinted, because night was falling and the light was failing. But the crest on the gates told him nothing.

"What's this place called?" he asked.

"The Phantomhive Manor," Castiel answered. "Home to Earl Phantomhive. Five staff members, three human, one superhuman, one demon."

Gasp! Who is the strange hunter on Salisbury Plains? Who is the superhuman among Ciel's staff? And what will the Winchesters do in the Manor?! Stay tuned to find out!