"Honestly, how can anyone stand to use cars! They take so long." The Doctor said impatiently. Amy laughed.
"Better than walking. We could've seen a planet and been back by now though. . ."
"Technically we still could." The Doctor pointed out.
"I'm game." Amy said excitedly. The Doctor was seriously considering this when the Impala's engine could be heard in the distance.
"Ah, there they are." He said with relief. "Must've take the scenic route."
The Impala pulled up to the TARDIS And the five of them filled out.
"Alright, why are we here?" Asked Dean, looking around the empty field they stood in.
"We aren't here yet, we're almost there, we need to there in the TARDIS though, because your car might make to much noise, no offense, it's a lovely car, very nice. But I'd prefer to get there silently." The doctor explained. Dean inhaled and exhaled deeply but didn't protest this time.
"Now, Boys, Please don't go shooting at everything, please please please. And also, don't go stabbing everything." The Doctor said firmly.
"We'll try to hold back." Dean said with a cold smile.
"Dean." Sam shot. "Stop being a brat."
"Why am I here again?" Cas asked.
"Because, If I'm right, you may be able to remember the Silence. Because your brain doesn't work the same way. It isn't even set up the same way." The Doctor said excitedly.
"Now I'm still not sure about this angel and demons business, but we can work that out later." He added. Castiel looked slightly offended at this, causing Dean to laugh.
"I actually have to agree with you there Doc." Dean chuckled. Cas looked at him mortified.
"So where are they?" asked Sam in attempt to move things along.
"In an apparently abandoned building. It was scheduled for demolition ages ago, but they had other business and promptly forgot about it. If I'm right, as I normally am, there should be quite a few of them in there."
"How'd you find that out?"
"Sherlock. He traced them." John answered.
"I thought Sherlock Holmes was more talkative by the way." Dean commented.
"When someone brings up a serious and perfectly sensible topic I'll be happy to participate." Sherlock said.
"Fair enough." Sam said with a nod.
"Okay, lets move this along, shall we?" Said the Doctor, holding the door for them.
"What's the glowy pillar in the middle for?" Dean asked.
"That's the console. It's what you might refer to as a steering wheel. Except you'd never figure it out, sorry."
"Nah, It's fine. I doubt you can use an actual steering wheel." Dean said dismissively. Sam snorted. The Doctor gave Dean a blank look before addressing Castiel.
"Now, If you don't mind, I'll need you to stay with us at all times and make sure we know when there are Silences near."
"Okay."
"Brilliant. And another thing, Please make sure it's a silence before to resort to drastic measures."
"How on earth-"
"I was about to tell you. They are very pale, have terribly large and misshapen heads, and only four long fingers. And they wear suits."
"Suits? They wear suits?" Asked Dean.
"Thats what stood out to you?" Laughed Sam. The Doctor then set off using the controls on the TARDIS and a rasping, whirring sound filled the room and startled Sam and Dean. Sherlock looked deeply uncomfortable and John patted him on the shoulder and told him he'd get over it.
"Here we are!" Said the Doctor leaving the console and walking to the door. He opened it to reveal a big, dark, damp basement full of crates.
"What the hell." Sam muttered.
"Isn't she lovely?" The Doctor asked upon seeing Sam amazement.
" . . .Yeah. . . yeah she sure is."
The Doctor beamed and held the door for all of them.
"Now, I don't know for certain that there aren't any in the basement, but I doubt they'd have much reason to be down here. But be cautious anyway.
"Now, I think we should split up into two parties. Amy, Dean, John and Sherlock, and then Me, Amy, and if you don't mind, Castiel." The Doctor suggested. No one protested, though Castiel looked a little unenthusiastic.
"Okay then, Geronimo!" He said motioning for Amy and Cas to follow him. Sam and dean looked at each other blankly. Sam made a fist.
"Two out of three?" Dean asked.
"Hell no." Sam scoffed. Dean made a fist too and John looked wary but instead it turned out they were settling leadership issues with rock paper scissors. Dean swore.
"Always with the scissors?" Sam asked. Dean glared at him and began to walk toward a staircase.
"Here." Said Sam, handing Sherlock his gun, which Sherlock pocketed with a simple "Thank you." This caused John so looked over, pleased.
"Dean, do you have an extra firearm?" Sam asked. Dean tossed him back one and Sam gave it to John, who weighed it in his hand to get used to it.
"I'm guessing you've used a gun before." Sam noted.
"A few times." John answered.
"Alright, shut up everyone." Dean commanded as they slowly crept up the weak staircase.
"So, if we can't remember them, and the Doctor guy has Cas, how are we going to remember them?" Whispered Sam
"Don't look away until their dead." John offered.
"I'm with build-a-bear." Dean said.
"What?"
"What if we're outnumbered?" Sam asked again.
"God, Sam. Not like you've never done this before."
A loud thump was heard below them.
". . .what. . ?" Dean began but then four to five pairs of feet were heard approaching the staircase.
"I don't think that's the doc." Dean said.
"C'mon, to the top!" Sam hissed. They raced up the stairs and Dean grabbed the handle. It was locked. Sam kicked it open and they slammed it behind them once they were in.
The table! Get that table!" Dean said urgently, motioning toward a normal sized table propped up sideways in the hallway. Sam, Sherlock and John grabbed hold of it and helped Dean wedge it vertically in front of the door.
"Thats a pretty weak looking table, dean." Sam noted.
"Then lets go."
They raced down the hallway and made random turns until They had to stop for breath. Sherlock looked around and then finally spoke.
"Those were replaced not incredibly long ago and should hold us." He said pointing at the ceiling panels.
"You sure?" asked Dean.
"He's sure." John said.
"Well how are we going to get up there?" asked Sam. Over there, in that room, there are two chairs. Lets stack them." John said pointing. something began pounding on the door. Sherlock and Dean each grabbed a wooden chair and stacked them awkwardly.
"Will this hold?" John asked.
More pounding.
"We haven't got a choice, you first." Dean said. John carefully removed the ceiling panel and attempted to pull himself up.
"This isn't high enough." John said urgently.
Sherlock sighed deeply.
Sam huffed as well. "This is gonna be awkward. C'mon Dean, help."
Dean and Sam hurriedly helped him up.(Without going into too much detail)
"Okay, me next, then tall dark and mysterious over here." Dean said heaving himself up slowly. They could hear the splintering sound of wood breaking.
"Everyone keep a good two feet's distance from each other to lessen the chance of falling through." Sherlock added.
"Hurry!" Sam urged him. Sherlock grabbed hold of Dean's hand and was soon pulled up as well. Sam then heaved himself up just as they heard the table breaking. Sam moved the panel back into place except for a small crack which he and Sherlock peered through intently. Footsteps were heard getting closer and closer.
"What do you see?" Dean breathed.
"Nothing yet. . ."
They footsteps grew terribly close and finally four people, three men and a woman came into view.
Sherlock frowned.
"They just look like people." Sam muttered.
The four of them looked around suspiciously.
"Maybe one of them didn't get loose." The woman said.
"Right. The table just appeared there." Another said sarcastically.
"I didn't say there wasn't anyone up here, I'm just saying it probably wasn't one of the specimens."
". . .That's impossible. How'd something get in here undetected?"
"The Winchesters, maybe."
"Not even they could get into the basement without being spotted once."
"Normally I'd agree with you there." Replied the woman. Sam's eyes widened as she looked suspiciously around, eyes pitch black. Sherlock quietly closed the panel.
"Demons!" Sam hissed.
"You've gotta be kidding me." Dean muttered.
"You're serious? . . . Demons?" John whispered as if he were about to faint.
"'Fraid so." Dean said.
"Oh god." John whispered.
"Okay, we need to get to the top right?" Dean asked.
"No one said that." Sam frowned.
"Then what the hell is the goal here?" He demanded.
"Find the, whatever they are, Silent things, and then call the doctor." Sam said.
"How?"
"With this." Sherlock said pulling from an old flip phone.
"Aliens have phones?" Dean asked, incredulously.
"Alright, lets move." Sam said.
"Where?"
"Oh god, demons." John said in a panicked but hushed voice.
The voices below them stopped. Dean and sam shut up instantly.
"What is that?" One of them asked.
"Dean, You guys move slowly that way, I'll go this way a little louder to distract them." Sam breathed.
"What? no, How'd you even find us again?"
"I'll go to." Sherlock said barely audible. He'd quite obviously taken a liking to Sam.
"The hell you are. c'mon." Dean said.
"Dean, grow up. You two go that way, we'll try and sneak back down stairs. Okay?" Sam whispered. Dean exhaled loudly and then began to move slowly, crouched along the panels with John two feet behind him.
Sam and Sherlock moved a little faster then them along the panels in the other direction. Sam handed Sherlock two whiskey flasks.
"This works on demons. Your gun is useless."
"Do you hear that?" One of the demons exclaimed.
"They're in the ceiling?" Another said.
BANG BANG. bullets came through the panels, inches from Sam's nose. They kept going, Sherlock now leading, as he was able to remember the exact path they took. BANG BANG BANG BANG
"Just ahead!" Sherlock called above the sound of gunfire.
And then, to Sam and Sherlocks utter surprize, a chair came crashing through the panels, causing Sam to fall to the ground.