Note: The lines in this chapter show that the next piece of dialogue is taking place in a different room, I may use this strategy again in further chapters.
Approaching his room, shared with Watson, Sherlock took out a marker and crossed out 4004 on their door, and replaced it with 221B, their home address. On the other side of the hallway, the dragon was trying to burn down the door as Stannis and Dany argued over how to use a keycard. The Doctor just used his Sonic Screwdriver, and within a few minutes, everybody was safely in their rooms.
"This is nonsense, can we leave?" Dean asked his brother.
"I don't think we can until all of this is over," replied Sam, placing his bag on the sofa. The brothers had received their letter and packed accordingly, filling their bags with numerous plaid shirts, demon hunting weapons, and research books. Dean's black Chevy Impala was parked outside in the abandoned lot.
"Do you think any of these people are demons?" Dean asked gruffly, toying with the gun in his hand, "and more importantly will there be pie at this party tonight? Or at least some more girls? No offense but I am not dancing with you, Sammy."
"We will find out tonight, pack a weapon and bring the scanner, and yeah they probably will have pie…"
"Well good," he replied, walking over to the closet and pulling out their outfits for the party tonight. "Castiel save me…" muttered Dean in response to the suits.
"Oh this is spectacular!" cried the Doctor, spinning around in his dark blue suit complete with matching fedora. The TARDIS sat in the corner of their room, neither of them knew how it got up there in the first place.
"You look wonderful," said Rose, putting on earrings and glancing in the mirror. "So what are we going to do about Loki? He's an alien, shouldn't we do something about that?"
"Nah, I think he is pretty domestic. Besides we cannot kill anyone while we're here."
"I didn't like the look of him," she said with a frown.
"I call the bed!" yelled Loki, shoving Tony out of his way, his green cape streaming behind him as he ran.
"You can't just claim it!" he yelled back, throwing his bag on the ground, for once grateful he prepared.
"Yes I can, mortal," he smirked and open the blinds to reveal a stunning view of London. "What a nice city to destroy," he laughed.
"You can't destroy London, you can't even bring weapons anymore. Remember she told you, the Winchesters, and King Arthur specifically!"
"Whatever," was the reply Tony got as Loki went into the closet, and flung a red suit at Tony.
"So, Sherlock, deduce anything good today?" asked John Watson as the two of them unpacked.
"Quite good actually," he said smiling wide, "everyone here has committed murder at least once in their life, most more than once. Lots of smart people here, and obviously there was a dragon, even you could see that. The Winchesters have more weapons than most armories, and if Hannibal Lector invites us to dinner, please politely decline."
"Great, we are in a hotel filled with murders, smart people, and psychopaths. This should be a fun three weeks," John sighed, "Mrs. Hudson and Mycroft are going to throw a fit, not knowing where we are, and leaving the flat a mess. The one time you buy the milk-"
"John, did you pack something formal?"
"No"
"Well, than I hope this suffices," said Sherlock, holding up a tuxedo complete with tails and a pocket watch.
Their room was covered in little yellow sticky notes. Ripping one of them off the wall, Daenerys read it aloud:
"To turn on television, hit play button on remote. Then, use arrows to change volume and channels." She crumpled it up and threw it on the ground, turning to look at her roommate.
"So, you're the one who killed my family all those years ago!" she screamed, coming close to him and looking up.
"Um, nope, that was my brother. I played a tiny part in the rebellion against your father-"
"THAT IS A LIE! You're the Lord of my old home!" she picked up a pillow and flung it at him, but instead hit the TV, which crashed to the floor.
"You can punch me if you'd like, even though I didn't kill your family, but that's not going to change the fact that you need someone on your side." He replied, hanging up his armor in the closet.
She came over and socked him on the arm as hard as she could, "What is that supposed to mean?!"
"Ow! And it means that everyone here, besides that other girl and myself, wants to sleep with you. So you should just dig a moat, build a bridge, and cross it because this is going to be three weeks of hell if we hate each other."
She stared at him, and then grabbed her clothes out of the closet, "Fine. Let's get this stupid party over with."
It was 5' o clock and they all stood in the lobby, looking at each other with more confusion from when they first arrived.
The Doctor was still dancing around in his blue suit, bowing and tipping his hat to every person there. Beside him, Rose was wearing a dark blue short dress, and her hair was pinned up. Sherlock was wearing the same outfit that he arrived in, a dark suit with a purple shirt, but he had added a black tie to match and his curly hair fell across his eyes as they flickered around the room. John was conversing quietly with Will Graham and Hannibal, all three of them were wearing tuxedos with tails and bowties. He had left the pocket watch in the hotel room, and Hannibal no longer was covered in blood. Tony looked like the devil incarnated in a suit that was all red with a black undershirt, and Loki looked more menacing than ever in a black suit with a green scarf, his scepter had turned into a golden cane with an emerald snake on the top. Last to arrive, due to an incident with a curling iron, were Dany and Stannis. She wore a long backless red dress, her long, blonde, hair hung down to her waist, and her dragon was comfortably perched on her bare shoulder. Behind her he stood wearing a slim black suit with gold cufflinks, and his black hair had been gelled back. Meanwhile, in matching gray suits with handkerchiefs, the Winchesters moved around the room holding out a small machine in front of them that scanned for demonic activity.
Finally their guide arrived, in sweatpants and a T-shirt. "Alright party people, follow me into the ballroom." The ballroom was old, with wooden carvings and murals on the ceilings; however, it had been decked out with tacky streamers, balloons, and a disco ball. It looked like a really miserable prom. On one end there was a DJ booth, and on the other there was a huge buffet table, with of course pie.
"Dance, have fun, and the doors will be locked until 9 so don't even try to leave!" their guide said, and then she left, leaving all of them standing there uncomfortably.
With a crackle the speakers started to play. The song was "Carry on My Wayward Son". Dean and Sam looked at each other with excitement, and they walked to the beat over to the table covered in food. The Doctor, Rose, Tony, and Loki followed while everyone else sat down in chairs that lined the dance floor.
"Can someone change this song?" said Sherlock, seating himself between John and Stannis.
"Sherlock what have I told you about being negative," replied John
"Not to be negative is what you always say. And now you are going to make me say five positive things about today, as always," Sherlock scoffed, rolling his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall.
Amid all the quiet chatter, no one noticed two things. One, Hannibal Lector had disappeared. Two, that Loki and Tony had secretly slipped Vodka into the punch bowl.
"Someone get out there and dance!" yelled the DJ over the loudspeaker, starting a fast paced song that called for a swing dance. No one moved to the floor for a moment, than the Doctor put down his plate and approached Rose.
"May I have this dance, my lady?" he offered a hand out to her, and she took it with a smile. The pair took the center of the floor, and began to dance expertly with many spins and even one or two jumps.
Meanwhile, Tony, who was already tipsy, and Loki, approached Dany, whose dragon was flying circles around the room.
At the same time they both offered their hands to her. She took Loki's and stuck her tongue out at Tony, who slumped down into a chair. Unsurprisingly, the other two were both excellent dancers, even when the music changed to a waltz.
Taking a sip of his drink, Sherlock turned to John.
"Dance with me, I don't have a partner," he said.
"Sherlock, you hate parties and it's a waltz!"
"I hate parties but I love dancing. Please John?" he made a puppy dog face and took another sip of his drink before standing up.
"No, go ask one of the girls!"
"Fine, I will dance alone," and with that Sherlock stood up and made his way to the edge of the dance floor as John sat their embarrassed out of his mind. Standing up he moved over to the buffet and stood next to Sam and Dean, one of which was piling food onto his plate, and the other was eating an apple thoughtfully.
"You do realize horns and iron man spiked the punch right?" Sam said as Dean pulled a flask out of his suit pocket.
"Yeah but punch is gross, and for girls. I'm going to ask her to dance, the blonde one."
"They're both blonde Dean," Sam retorted.
"Exactly." And with that he left his younger brother and moved to the dance floor, the DJ was now playing some terrible techno and the strobe light on the ceiling had come on.
The five men who weren't dancing were all standing in front of the buffet.
"Should you really leave him alone like that?" Sam asked John, gesturing towards Sherlock as the song shifted to Aerosmith's "Dream On"
"You can go dance with him if you like, oh wait never mind," John replied. While they were talking, Dean had begun dancing with Dany, and Loki had moved over to talk to Sherlock, most likely about scarves.
"They make a nice pair," said Will Graham, who was quietly playing with a deck of cards.
"Your last name is Stark correct?" Stannis asked Anthony, who was definitely drunk at this point.
"Yes! Who wants to know? Is she pretty?" he replied, looking around the room.
"Are you familiar with the Starks of Winterfell?" Stannis asked, ignoring the inventor's drunken comment.
"The who's of what?"
"You know 'winter is coming', wolves and all that jazz?"
There was a huge crash and they all turned in time to see Sherlock execute a perfect dance spin right into the buffet table, sending it crashing down. Sam, who had stood closest, fell into the punch bowl and his gun went off, sending a bullet towards the dragon rested on the rafters. The dragon reacted in the only way it knew how, and soon, with the help of the added alcohol, the buffet table was ablaze.
"FIRE!" screamed the DJ, fleeing the room. Beside the fire, Loki and Tony were laughing hysterically, and no one in the room knew what to do. There was not a fire extinguisher in sight.
"The pie!" yelled Dean as he ran over and dragged his punch soaked brother away from the burning table. The Doctor threw his suit coat, over the fire, which did absolutely nothing.
"Sherlock, what have you done!" yelled John as he violently shook his friend
"The alien wanted to see me dance!" he said swaying as John led him to a chair.
"ALRIGHT PEOPLE LISTEN UP," bellowed Will, "does anyone know where a supply closet or a fire extinguisher is?" No one replied at first.
Then Sam spoke, "Yeah there is one down the hallway. But the door is locked."
"Well you can kick down a door, go look!" ordered Will, and Sam left with Dean running beside him. "Dany, grab your pet and take Rose to go find our guide. John, take Sherlock and Tony and go get them sober and grab water from the bathroom. Loki, this is your fault, so try your magic on this thing and make sure it doesn't spread. Stannis, and you Doctor, come with me to find a fire extinguisher." Everyone did as they were told, and only Loki was left to guard the room as the speakers played "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash. Every man's suit jacket was abandoned in the attempt to put out the fire.
Kicking down the door, Stannis asked "What are we looking for exactly?"
The Doctor replied, "Its red and says fire extinguisher." For once he didn't reply with a lengthy explanation. The three of them looked for a couple of minutes in the kitchen.
"Found one!" cried Will, and then the three of them ran back to the ballroom, passing an ill-looking Sherlock who was laughing with Tony.
"WILL YOU BOTH STOP?" John yelled, slapping them across the face.
"You're telling me that John here almost got his date killed? And you had to save him?" asked Tony, clutching his sides and laughing.
"Yepp and the poetry he sends her is even worse!" Sherlock replied, ruffling John's hair drunkenly.
Back in the ballroom, Sam and Dean arrived first with a fire extinguisher and were desperately trying to put out the fire. Loki sat reclined in a chair, with his feet up on the table. Under his supervision the fire had spread to the edge of the dance floor. Then, Will arrived and he joined in trying to put out the fire. Finally, the flames had stopped. The table was in pieces, the food that had once been on it was unrecognizable; some parts of the floor were black and charred, streamers littered the floor and the last of the fire was working its way up one of the wooden beams in the room, until Loki raised his cane and sent a stream of water at it. The girls had returned with their red-haired guide, who stood open-mouthed at the mess they had made.
"I leave you guys, mostly adults, alone for an hour and you almost burn this place down, and waste thousands of dollars in clothing and good food. Explain yourselves," she said, crossing her arms and turning the music off.
Everyone turned, looked at Loki and Tony, and said in unison, "It was their fault!"
"Well that doesn't matter now, just clean it up. There is a waffle breakfast tomorrow so please show up. I won't be there because now I am quitting my job." With that she left the room, leaving the eleven characters to clean up the aftermath of the fire, Hannibal had still not turned up.
The cleanup took almost two hours, and after, everyone was in the middle of the room, some laying some sitting.
Suddenly, Tony sat up and said in a raspy voice, "Who wants to order pizzas?"
They all nodded, and he whipped out his cellphone that he had kept against the rules, and dialed.