A/N: Whoops. I felt as if I had abandoned this story. It's been about a month and I procrastinate all the time so it's an achievement for me. I couldn't help myself with the Sherlock reference- And I'm regretting not making this story SuperWhoLock.

Dean was having a bad day. Which was putting mildly as first of all, he didn't get pie, then his baby was stolen, and to top it all off- he had to deal with the cast of Harry Potter who believe in aliens. Perfect. This crazy ass man in a bow tie, who was the only lead as to where his baby went and it turns out he's bat shit crazy.

The weirdest thing was when Sam had started to believe them about the whole 'aliens are real' ordeal. He hunts dusty old witches and demons for a living, so he's in no place to argue about supernatural things. Besides, Dean didn't believe in Angels and now he's totally in love with one. And Sam guessed the feeling was probably mutual. Sam looked over at his brother- Dean has what he likes to call a 'built-in bullshit detector' meaning he could tell what was a steaming pile of crap and Dean looked like he didn't believe a thing of what this Doctor guy was telling them.

And Dean would have been a liar if he said he didn't enjoy the way the doctor and his sidekicks (hot, tall red headed chick and an average Joe) were panicking at the fact that their blue teleport thingy went missing. Good. Now they were all in the same boat- without their vehicles. The crazies, as Dean liked to call them, were checking all over the damp warehouse, as far as the eye can see in the dim light for their blue box but with no avail. If Bobby was here, he probably would have called them idjits.

But one of the things that kind of freaked out the older Winchester was that he had his eyes trained on the big blue box and when it vanished, Dean didn't even notice it was gone.

It took him several moments to process that it had even left. It made him feel... weird. He spent years honing in on his hunter senses and instincts, to have his reflexes ready at a drop of a hat, and it made him feel as if the blue box was out of focus and everything else he could see in perfect clarity.

It also made Dean feel weird as it was the precise moment that Cas snapped out of whatever daydream he was having to finally focus on the spot where the box had vanished.

"Dean," Castiel said, his voice laced with nervousness. "Something is wrong here."

Dean scoffed; his angel finally realized that now? "No shit, Sherlock Holmes." His voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

Castiel gave him a look with his piercing blue eyes that meant he did not get that reference. "My name is Castiel. Not Sherlock. He is a consulting detective in London. I met him once."

"Yeah, I know that," Dean said, irritation growing in his voice. "It's an expression. Castiel."

The Angel sighed. His human always managed to infuriate him, even over the smallest of things. And he wouldn't trade it for the world.

"Everything has energy, like angels have grace energy, humans have soul energy, candles give off heat energy-" Castiel said, his gravelly voice made Dean feel as if he was sitting in a physics lecture.

"Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only converted from one form to another. Good old Albert Einstein, although he did copy part of that quote from me. Funny how they always do that." The doctor said, a frown appearing on his face. He seemed to have some green flash light thing in his hand and he looked like he was scanning the area with it. The action reminded Dean of how he handles his EMF reader.

"Yes." Castiel said, a slight smile on his usually stoic face. Probably because apart from Sam, he found someone to have an intellectual conversation with. Dean couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the Doctor. "Everything has a certain energy signature that I can attune my grace with, that I can harness, like how I traced the impala's energy here , but when the doctor's time device left, it was...unsettling. I know almost everything in every single universe and reality, everything that is or was created has energy or energy traces, no matter what happens. That time box, right before it had vanished, had no energy and no energy signatures or evidence that it was there. Nothing. As if it had never existed."

Then the redhead- Amy- who looked terrified right now spoke up. "Doctor, is it the crack? The one from my room? It stopped the entire world from existing. Is it that?"

Rory, the guy hanging round Amy like he was ready to take a bullet for her, looked terrified. "Doctor, how can that be? I thought we got rid of it."

"I don't think it's the crack," The Doctor murmured, looking grim. He somehow managed to look baby faced and ancient at the same time. "Despite the crack taking people out of time, there was still energy of their presence left- that's why Amy remembered you, remembered me. Like my good friend Cas said, something is not right. Even the sonic doesn't work. "

Sam and Dean had absolutely no idea what was going on, which was disturbing for Sam, but relatively normal for Dean. But Cas nodded as if he understood.

"Yes, the crack. It was first caused by the Angels; we manipulated time too much, time was too fragile to withstand us, so it cracked and the effects were devastating."

Every time they said crack, it made Dean think of butt cracks. It made Dean snicker which earned him a death glare from Cas, and bitch face no. 29 from Sam.

"You created the crack?"

"What Angels? The Weeping Angels?"

"Angels exist?"

The Doctor, Amy and Rory asked, all in unison.

Castiel had some explaining to do.