Amy gave a squeal as her and the doctor were both splashed with water from whisky flasks.
"Bloody-what was that for?" She demanded, rubbing water from her eyes. The doctor sputtered in mild surprise. "Well, Can't say that happens often."
"Not demons." Sam whispered, taking another stunned look around the inside of the box.
Dean looked as if he was going to be sick as he stumbled back out of the box. He circled it twice before coming back to the entrance without stepping inside.
"Go on." Said the Doctor wiping the water from his face with his jacket sleeve.
"You're a friggin' monster."
"Pardon?" The doctor straightened up. Amy raised her eyebrows.
"If you ain't a demon then what are you?" Dean demanded. "And can we talk outside please."
"Honestly, I've met some strange people, but you two. . ." Muttered the Doctor stepping out with Amy.
"Well?" asked Dean, some of the color coming back to his face as the doors to the blue box shut.
"Well I'm not a monster, for starters. I've met a few though. . ."
"You're a hunter?" Dean asked, incredulous.
"A hunter? Why would you jump to that conclusion?" Asked Amy with a slight laugh. An expression of understanding began to spread over dean's face. "You're an angel."
". . .Sorry, what?" The Doctor asked, bewildered. "Demons, angels, are you even Federal agents?"
"Are you?"
"Of course not."
"Then what are you?"
"An Alien, to be quite frank."
Sam scoffed and Dean rolled his eyes.
"I hate everything." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Look, We obviously have a lot of questions, lets just sit down and clear everything up." Sam suggested.
"Brilliant. I have some friends inside, come on." He said opening the door again and heading inside followed by amy.
"Oh no. You wanna toss a ball around and say our names, truth or dare, get to know each other, fine. Cookies and lemonade for everyone, but we are sure as hell not doing it inside that thing." Dean said firmly.
"Fair enough, I'll go grab them." Said the doctor. He looked at Sam.
"I think you'd like it." He said with a grin. Sam looked at him as if he just escaped from the insane asylum.
"Uh. . .Well. Maybe I'll just wait. Keep Dean company." He answered. The Doctor shrugged and disappeared.
John turned and saw the Doctor walking towards him.
"Oh thank God, He's lost again."
"Ah, well, He's a bit stubborn isn't he." the Doctor said dismissively.
"You're joking right?" Asked John, not amused. Amy had to bite her tongue to stop herself from giggling.
"OI! Sherlock!" called the Doctor walking down the halls of the TARDIS.
"This has the potential to be important, so if you could yell back, that would be very helpful!" He called out.
"Oh, come on! Just this once! Let us help you back!" Amy called, annoyed.
"There are two human men outside who are definitely deductible!" Called The Doctor.
"I'm over here!" Came Sherlocks annoyed voice. The wandered around until they found sherlock sitting against a random wall.
"Well Then, come along Sherlock, lots to talk about." Said the Doctor. Sherlock got up and walked behind them silently, never looking above the floor. John hung back with him as they made their way to the entrance to the TARDIS.
Dean was talking to Sam in a low voice as they made their entrance. Sherlock and John looked them over as they displayed their badges. Some of the light that had been diminished by the TARDIS's senselessness came back into his eyes as Sherlock scoffed.
"They're fake. You aren't even employed are you. You used a long since useless razor to save and you're wearing cheap suits with little, faint stains on the cuffs, blood stains. I'd say those came from stabbing a person." He observed, gleefully.
"Thanks, Sherlock." Dean commented with a look of contempt.
"Oh, you've met?" Said the doctor surprised.
"Excuse me?" Asked Sam.
"Well, this. . .oh, never mind. Lets get this straight. Everyone, lets explain ourselves first, and ask questions later. I'm the Doctor, I'm a 968 year old Time Lord which is a rank in Gallifrey, a planet that has long since ceased to exist. This is my time machine, the TARDIS, it stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. It's bigger on the inside because otherwise it would be terribly boring. And crowded, now that I think about it."
Dean blinked.
"Uh. . ."
"I'm Doctor John Watson, human, I live in a flat with Sherlock. We solve crimes together. And we stumbled upon something the Doctor was working on, and here we are."
"So you are telling me that You are the actual John Watson, and he is the actual Sherlock Holmes? You're kidding right?" asked Sam.
". . .I didn't think we were that well known. . ." John muttered, glancing at Sherlock.
"Are you kidding me, That's fiction. Sherlock holmes is a book series." Sam practically laughed. Sherlock swallowed hard and quickly walked back into the TARDIS.
"What's his deal?" asked Dean.
"Now you explain." Amy said firmly.
"I don't think any of us are-" began dean.
"I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean Winchester. We're monster hunters. We fight demons, vampires, ghosts, shapeshifters, all of the above. Angels included. We've been hunting all our lives-well, at least Dean has- and have seen some weird stuff too. I doubt that there is much more than this that could surprize us."
"There's no such thing as a demon. Vampires, yes, Shapeshifter, pretty sure I've had a run in once or twice. Angels, sort of, but there is no such thing as a demon." The doctor noted in a calm but slightly provoked tone.
"Seriously? You've met a vampire and shifter, but never a demon? Sure Doc, a likely story." Dean said "And what do you mean sort of angels?"
"Ah, well. . . not really angels, just a type of monster."
"Oh. I meant real angels." Sam clarified. Amy looked stunned and slightly intrigued.
"You've killed a proper angel?"
"Not unless they try to kill us first." Dean said shortly. "We don't do it for fun."
"Yeah, We know one personally, he's saved our lives countless times." Sam added. The Doctor just stared at them blankly for a moment before rushing inside the TARDIS. Amy sighed.
"What now?" she called after him. She motioned for Sam and Dean to follower inside. Dean gave a small laugh. "No."
"You fight monsters, but you're scared of a roomy phone box?" She questioned. Dean looked offended as she disappeared inside. Sam followed her and Dean shuffled inside behind him grumbling about the trustworthiness of Scottish people.
"Well, This is very bad. . ." Muttered the doctor up by the console.
"What is?" Amy asked walking up beside him.
"This isn't earth-Not our earth anyway."
"Then how are the silence here?"
"I have honestly no idea. . ."
". . .What?"
"I don't know."
". . .sorry, wh-"
"Look, we should find out as much as we can. This is should actually be fun." He added gleefully turning to Sam and Dean.
"Now, Sam and Dean Winchester, would you mind telling us how to find your angel friend?"
