AN: I know, I know, I haven't been able to think up this chapter! Yeah, terrible excuse, well here's the next chapter, hope you guys (and gals) enjoy!

Chapter 2- Gone

221B Baker Street

"Mr Smith," I called from the kitchen, "thanks for getting us out of there. Sherlock, can you give me a hand? No, okay, thanks anyway!" I place the three cups of tea I have made onto a coal black tray and walk into the living room, placing it onto our rosewood coffee table.

"No problemo." he said, his large hands reaching in and grabbing the first cup, dropping four sugars into it. "I like mine sweet." He said these things with a cheerful voice, but his eyes say different. His eyes say that he has lost someone important. Lost someone he loved. They where my eyes when Sherlock had fell. They where my eyes, the two years following. Maybe she was his daughter, or maybe a lover?

"What are you?" my eyes darted to Sherlock. Why would he say something like that? I don't even know what's surprising me more; the question or the curiosity in his voice. "Because you are defiantly not human." The cell must have done something to his head, this man sitting in front of us, was most defiantly human. My eyes moved to Smith, he was smiling,

"Mr Holmes," he said, surprise in his voice, what on Earth is going on? "if you are as good as they say you are, you should be able to deduce what I am, mustn't you?" hi smile widened.

"No, no, why come to Earth?" Sherlock mumbled to himself, standing up and pacing around the room, "I know you have two hearts and you aren't from this-"

"Hold on Sherlock," I interrupted, "he has two hearts?" I look back at Smith, "You have two hearts?"

"Yes John, just look at his neck, four beats, two beats make one heart, he has four, making two hearts" Sherlock sighed. My mouth fell open as I counted, one, two, three, four. "Now Mr Smith, what are you?"

"Okay, so first, I'm The Doctor and I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. I have saved more planets than you can count and also moved mine into a single picture. Anything else?" he looked up at Sherlock, he seemed calm for what he has just been told, while I'm over hear pancaking.

After four long minuets of silence I say; "so, you're an alien?"

"Yes."

"So this, girl. She's your companion, am I right?" Sherlock whispered, still getting his head around the last ten minuets. I haven't touched my tea yet, it's probably lukewarm by now.

"Companion, yes, now can you help me?" replied The Doctor.

"Where did you last see her? And when?"

"We where tracking the Cybermen to-"

"Cybermen?"

"Aliens, nasty, just one touch and you could be dead. Anyway, we where tracking the Cybermen to a town called North Richland Hills in Texas, that was the last time I sore her. This was about a week-"

"A week? We must head there now! I'll text Mycroft to book us a private jet and-"

"Don't worry, I've got it covered. I have a, machine to get us there in no time at all!"

"Where is this machine?"

The Doctor smiled, "Just outside"

North Richland Hills Hospital, Texas

"Sammy," the man spoke, his voice quiet, "Sammy," still no answer, his eyes shot open. Blood. Painted on the walls, the floors and on the bodies which lay there. "Sammy!" he yelled, standing up, leaving a clean patch on the floor.

"Dean!" a deep voice called back, his voice full of worry and confusion. Loud footsteps thundered down the hall. "Dean, I've searched the place, there's no sign of Sam anywhere." He delicately touched the hand print he had left on Deans arm, trying to comfort the taller man. As always, Dean leaned into the touch, closing his eyes.

"Cas, my brothers gone, again. Why doesn't he trust me to do this? To help him." Dean looked into Cas's eyes, which were starling at his own hand.

"Dean, it will be okay, we'll get him back."Cas smiled sweetly, looking into his eyes, placing a kiss onto Deans cheek. "We always do."

"Cas I l-"

Vworrrp Vworrrrp

Deans instant reaction was to grab for his gun. He pointed it at the area where the sound had come from. A blue box had appeared.

"No guns!" a man yelled, exiting the box. A tall man in a black coat followed.

0o0o0o0o0o0o

Blood. That's one way to describe the scene in front of him. Blood. Not like the splatter of blood that they normally got at one of Lestrade's crime scenes. No, this was a massacrer. The walls where painted with a glossy red overcoat. The body's ripped to shreds with brutal force. Some, still moving ever so slightly, moaning to be dead.

Two men stood in the hall. One tall with blonde hair, pointing a gun at Sherlock's head. Another, had dark hair, he had a blade in his hands, ready to attack.

"Grew up with his father," Sherlock muttered, staring at the tall one, "Most of your family are dead yes? Father was in the army while you lived without your mother. Your father died maybe 5 no, 10 years ago. You are still mourning his death with many others. You've just lost someone as well, close friend, no, a younger sibling." A grin appeared on Sherlock's lips as he deduced the man standing in front of him. "You also have a very close relationship with the man standing next to you."

The man looked to shocked to speak, "How- how did you know that?" he looked at the man in a the tan trench coat, "Cas, how did he know that?"

"Cas, short for something. What is it? Cassie? No, that's a female name. You," he pointed at the shorter man, 'Cas', "Castiel? Yes, your parents where very religious, as you where named after an angel, you haven't seen them in a long time though. You haven't washed your clothes in some time, not because you don't want to, it's because you don't need to. Your body tells me that you're around, forty. Your eyes tell me a different story. You're very old Castiel. Too old to be human in fact. So my question is, what are you?"

"I am an-"

"Shut up Cas," The tall man interrupted, "who are you to go around asking them sorts of questions curly? Why do you know so much about me and Cas? Did Crowley send you? That son of a bitch!"

"Who's Crow-"

"Shut it oldy." The Doctor glared at the man, but shut up. This man is the kind of person who'd shoot first, ask questions later. God I hate gun's, he thought "What are you? Leviathans? Or are you demons?"

"Demons? Demons are myths!" The Doctor laughed. Dean lifted his gun so it was trained to his face.

"Doctor, these men are trained assassins, I don't think you should-"

"Shut up curly. What are you?" Deans face began to redden with anger.

"I'm the Doctor, I am an alien from the planet Gallifrey and-"

"A Time Lord." Cas whispered. "You are The Doctor, my brother's had spoken about you many times. My name is Castiel, I am an Angel of the-" Castiel's eyes became glassy, a tear rolled down his cheek at the thought of being an angel again. He coughed trying to make it look like an easy mistake, "I was, an angel of the Lord. Now I am human, this is Dean Winchester, we hunt-"

"An angel! Oh you're just adorable. There are only one type of angel I know of and that's a weeping angel, as in stone angel! You sire, must be another type of alien, believing he is what he is."

"Doctor, I assure you, I am an Angel. I lived in Heaven with my brothers and we looked after the dead. Dean, this man has saved the world many times, my brothers talked about him often."

"Cas, I would know about aliens. If there is no record in the bunker,there won't be aliens. If there where, Sammy would've had a geek fit. Did he stop The Apocalypse, twice! Did he fight in the war in Heaven, or maybe-"

"The Apocalypse? I think I'd know if there was a damn apocalypse!" Barked The Doctor.

"You wouldn't because me 'n' Cas stopped it happening!" Dean shouted, anger bubbling inside his chest. He just wanted to find Sammy. "Alien's do not exist."

"Yes! Are you just that low of an IQ that you don't think there'd be another race out there on another planet?" Dean strode up to Sherlock and punched him under the jaw.

"Dean." Castiel ran up to Dean and walked him over to one of the hospital rooms. That's when they began to shout.