A/N: I just had to do it X)
statu variabilis
"Great, we haven't even made it out the door, and we're already America's most wanted." John did not like Americans...at all. They always shoot first, and ask questions later. Even in the army...
"A good old, very old friend of mine is American. Surprising fellow, can't get rid of him if you try." The Doctor saw Sherlock roll his eyes, so he cut himself off before he went on about a tale or two. Maybe he was ADD...would explain a lot...
"John, I've got an idea-" Sherlock was cut off by a boot banging on the door.
"Get the hell out you sons of bitches!"
"Dean! Hang on!" Some shuffling was heard.
"Oi!" The Doctor opened the door to the TARDIS and inspected it and was relieved to find not even a scratch. There was a muddy boot mark, though. "She's all dirty from your cowboy boots and your...oooooooooooooooohhhhhhh..." The Doctor jumped down to face the men in front of him. He looked at the angry one. "I am so so so so sorry..."
The man gave him a look of mock sympathy. "Well, now that that's settled, I guess we can go on our merry way in my car. Oh, wait, I can't!"
"Dean..." The taller one stepped forward, shoving the shorter one back. "You'll have to excuse my brother. He has a...special bond with his vehicle."
"I know what you mean..." The Doctor looked back. "I'm the Doctor, by the way, and these blokes with me are Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson." The Doctor smiled. "He's a real doctor, very cool."
"I'm sorry, Doctor..."
"Just the Doctor."
"OK...I'm Sam, you've unfortunately met my brother Dean-"
"Hey! They destroyed her! Look at her Sam! She's flat as a pancake..." Dean stopped, picturing some blackberry pancakes with whipped cream and-focus, Dean, these British assholes just destroyed your baby!
"I'm Castiel." A man in a trench coat stepped forward.
"Pleasure." John stepped forward, offering his hand, which Castiel took with a smile.
The Doctor looked at Castiel as if trying to crack a code. Castiel nodded. "Remember me? I know it's you."
"Cas! Sorry, changing bodies kinda kinks up the memory sometimes. It's been..." The Doctor looked up in deep thought.
"Long time." Cas answered.
"Right, well then, now that we're all acquainted and...reunited..." Dean looked at Cas. Cas knows this nut job? "Can we get back to my car?!"
"Dean, that's not why she brought them here." Cas sounded a little put out, as if he's tried but failed to get Dean to focus on things other than his car.
"Wait, what?" Sam raised his eyebrows. "You brought them here in a phone box that's very out-dated?"
"Sorry, it worked for a while when they were still a thing...time travel...it's a disguise."
"I called to her, and she came."
"Again with the she...is it really?" John was still trying to wrap his brain around this TARDIS. It was awe-inspiring, but very confusing.
"Yes, we've been through so much, haven't we, girl." The Doctor leaned back on the TARDIS.
Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"And you thought I was the only one?" Dean teased.
"Time lord wibbly wobbly stuff." The Doctor threw out.
"He's insane."
"Dean." Sam looked so done.
"Back on subject, please." Sherlock did not like Americans either, and these boys and this...special one...Sherlock could not quite put his finger on exactly who this Castiel person was. He lost concentration on his deducing with all of this bickering about a car. Honestly! "You called the TARDIS?"
"She is very loyal to those of her choosing." Cas explained. "She always comes whenever I call no matter where or when she is." Cas paused as if listening. "I am sorry, Doctor, I know you were...troubled by recent events. But that is why-"
"I know why you call." The Doctor interrupted. "But I can't...the world is at stake."
"We are here to help." Cas finished.
"Help? What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"Oh, just the usual...aliens, statues that move, people coming back from the dead, stupid giant robots with plungers..."
"Sounds just about as crazy as our lives." Dean said. "Demons, ghosts, werewolves, vampires, witches, the Boogeyman!"
"Oh Go-" Sherlock was cut off. His voice was silenced.
"Don't you dare." Cas warned. Sam, Dean, and the Doctor took a big step back.
Sherlock sucked in a breath. "You're..."
"I am an angel of the Lord."
John froze. He did not dare speak his mind at the moment. Sherlock blinked a couple of times. "...right..."
"You have no faith." Cas was staring at Sherlock. Sherlock felt like he was literally looking into his soul. And now, he was sure of it.
"I...but..."
"You are a man of logic. Sherlock, the Lord has blessed you with a mind that could rival any other. But you are only human..."
Sherlock's brain was struggling. It's all real? Not just some sentimental thing that someone started years ago like any other religion out there? That would explain the presence this man, no, angel had about him. It was not cockiness...or pride...it was faith. Something Sherlock left behind early on in childhood that he had pushed back into his mind palace, wanting to delete, but he just could not for some reason.
And this was why.
"I..."
"Sherlock..." John sounded scared. "Beg for forgiveness now."
"Don't be afraid. I am not here to force anything upon you. I'm only here to help. But promise me you will not speak of Him that way again."
Sherlock nodded.
"Aaaaaaaaaand we're done." Dean hated it when someone pissed Cas off like that. He knows the consequences better than anyone. And he will everything he can to never go back there. "Let's go kick some alien ass!"
"I'm assuming we're going to go in that...what was it again?" Sam asked.
"It's the TARDIS! Time and relative dimension in space! Sexy for short..." The Doctor raised a brow with a growing, mischievous grin.
"She is a beauty." Dean walked up to it, then looked down. "You're still my number one and only."
"Alright, can we stop with the flirting and get on with it? It is, after all, the end of the world." John felt more awkward than when Sherlock was going at it with Irene Adler naked.
"Right! First on the list, save the world! Then, fix Dean's car! Then vacation destination wherever!" The Doctor opened the door, holding it open for everyone.
"No offense, dude, but, my personal bubble might get popped with six of us in your flying TAR-thingy."
"Go on in, Dean." Cas prodded.
"Alright, just to pre-warn everyone I had a bean burrito for lunch and-"
"Dean, grow up!" Sam threw over his shoulder at his brother.
"I'm being a good friend by preparing you for-sonofabitch." Dean and Sam had seen a lot of things. Terrible things, amazing things, scary things...but they were not expecting this.
"So, it's not like the Twilight Zone."
"Dean, we're not in Disney World."
"It's huge...in a neat little package..." Dean stared at all of the alien technology around him.
"That...is new. I like that." The Doctor pointed at Dean. "You Americans really are something."
"Hey! Time travel, right?" Dean had a light bulb figuratively going off.
"Correctamundo!" The Doctor widened his eyes then slapped his forehead. "I swore I would never say that again!"
"Before we save the world, can we stop by Ancient Egypt and-"
"No, Dean, we are not going to let you go and seduce the Pharoah of Egypt and destroy history!"
"Oh, c'mon, Sammy! I'll share!"
"I'm surrounded by children." Sherlock walked off, rolling his eyes, towards the library.
"To England! GERONIMO!"
After the TARDIS had roughly landed in the woods far enough away from the castle, Sam could not get over the technology, asking the Doctor questions, wanting to learn as much as possible.
"Alright, class is dismissed." Dean drug Sam away from the console before he hits the self-destruct button, if it had one. Dean would not be surprised.
Cas saw John standing in the corner with a heavy expression. He walked over to him. John noticed, and jumped back, a look of dread as he slowly backed away.
"John?"
"I've done things..."
"If you ask, all will be forgiven."
"But I've-"
"You can trust me."
Trust. That was something John learned to do while serving. Without trust, the troops were not an army. He had faith in them, leaving God out of the picture. And now, a soldier of His army has come, and all of the regret of those he killed, tried but failed to save, every life he saw leave came flooding back to him in vivid memories.
John just shook his head, then walked out of the TARDIS, Cas waiting a few moments before heading out.
War was coming. And they had to trust each other to win.
Once outside, the Doctor was throwing his hands around, trying to explain to Sam and Dean what they were up against.
"Like vampires?"
"They're statues, Dean, they can't suck your blood."
"But fangs-"
"They are rather sharp, though. I got poked by one once. Hurts." He rubbed his arm like it had just happened. "But you can't blink. If you see one, just stare at it. It can't move while being seen by a biological being."
"Uh huh...like red light, green light."
"This is the...adult version of that game, but YES! I do like that game. Have lots of practice, so."
"And these Daleks?" Sam wondered.
"They are the reincarnation of evil...outside of hell, of course." The Doctor looked at Cas. "A race with only hatred and destruction instilled in them. They kill everything that is not a Dalek, well, except for the Master and Jim Moriarty..."
"I guess you could call us special."
They all looked out at the bushes, a man walking out. Jim smiled.
"Hello again. Did you bring more boys? Oh, this is fun! Such a good-looking bunch. And they're so young! You poor babies. Did the Boogeyman scare you to come crying to Sherlock and Johnny?"
"How did you-"
"Everyone who's anyone knows the name Winchester." Jim laughed. "Your father actually saved my life once, killing the monster in my closet that Mummy swore was just my imagination. He was the only one that believed me." He looked at Cas. "I don't know you, dearie."
"I'm Castiel, an-"
"He's my friend." Dean interjected.
"Friend." Jim spat. "You use that word quite often, don't you, Sherlock?"
"For the only one I have, yes."
"Bor-ring!" Jim sang. "Let's just get this over with. Come on out everybody!"
The TARDIS' light flickered.
"Nononononono!" The Doctor saw the Weeping Angels surrounding the TARDIS. "
"DOCCC-TAAAAAAA! IT'S THE DOCTA! AND THE HUMANSSSSSSS!" The Dalek came forward, then stopped, it's "eye" stopping on the new additions to the group. "YOU ARE WINCHESTERS!"
"And you are a massive pepper shaker." Dean shot back.
"THE DALEKS WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH LANGUAGE! YOU MUST BE EXTERMINATED!"
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the junkyard this morning."
"YOU ARE NOT HUMAN!" The Dalek went up to Cas, who just stared him down.
"No, I am not."
You are changeable.