Hey guys! What villains from the Doctor Who universe should I bring in? The Daleks? The Master? The Slitheen?

What do you think Moriarty wants?

Let me know! It'd be great to get some input!(:

When I woke, Castiel was at the foot of my bed, staring worriedly down at me, his eyes wide.

"HOLY-" I gasped, but Cas was at my side in a moment, covering my mouth.

"Crowley and Dick Roman are here." he said quietly.

My eyes widened.

"Hhhhv ou old da mms?" I mumbled, his hand still covering my mouth.

"What?" he asked. I took his hand off my mouth, rolling my eyes.

"Have you told the boys?" I repeated, and he looked away.

"They're still asleep." he still wasn't meeting my eyes.

"What time is it?" I sat up and looked over at my clock. 9 a.m. "Sam isn't awake?" I asked, and Castiel shook his head. "Everyone's asleep."

"Well go wake them up." I said, pointing my finger towards the door. When he didn't move, I sighed. "Go! I have to change anyways."

He shrugged, and walked out the door. I got up and changed into a pair of jeans and a navy blue sweater.

When I went downstairs, everyone was silent.

"You told them?" I looked to Cas, who nodded once.

"The Leviathans must be here too then." Sam sighed, raking his hand through his hair.

"Excuse me," John spoke up. "Did you say Leviathans? Like the biblical monsters?"

Dean nodded grimly. "In our world, everything is real. Pagan gods, vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, demons – angels." he glanced at Cas.

Sherlock snorted. "And I'm guessing you're going to say there is monsters under my bed?"

Dean shrugged. "Maybe."

The detective rolled his eyes.

"So, Castiel." the Doctor walked in from my kitchen. "How did you learn that they were here?"

"I sensed their presence here last night."

"Wait. Here?" My eyes widened. "Like, here, here?"

He shook his head. "No. Somewhere in America."

"Well." Sam stood up. "I'll check the newspapers, see if there is any local disturbances pointing to demons."

Dean got up. "I'll go get food."

I grinned, "There's still pie in the fridge – that is, if you didn't eat it already."

He smiled cheekily. "Me, pass up on pie?"

I chuckled, and followed the Doctor, who had discreetly waved me to the garage.

"What is it?" I asked. "Someone from your world here too?"

He narrowed his eyes. "I'm not sure yet."

I thought back to all the episodes following Rose's departure.

"Have you had any companions since Rose?"

He shook his head. "No..." his eyes grew cloudy, and I frowned.

"I'm sorry."

He perked up slightly, pushing away his emotions for a moment. "She has the other me! She'll be fine!"

But will you be fine? I wanted to ask.

"Anyways," he opened the doors to the Tardis, and we walked in. "I was in here last night, and the ole' girl started acting up." he patted the console affectionately.

I furrowed my brows.

"She was trying to get away it seemed, but couldn't. I don't know what happened."

"What makes you think it's someone from your reality?" he shrugged. "Dunno. Gut feeling, I suppose."

I nodded slowly, staring up at the ceiling. "What should we do?"

"Weeelll." he dragged out. "Find out what's causing the rifts, then stop them." he grinned. "A plan usually forms itself."

We talked for a bit longer, until deciding to go back into my house.

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"Found it!" Sam announced, while we were standing around my kitchen, eating random fast food Dean brought back. I even persuaded Sherlock to eat something and he was currently munching on McDonald's fries and apple slices. Quite a strange combination, if I do say so myself.

"Found what?" John asked, moments after he swallowed his food.

"The town." he turned around his laptop, showing everyone the article.

Massive Power Outage in Fall Creek, Minnesota

"What does that have to do with anything?" Sherlock looked annoyed.

"Demons have electromagnetic interference, and they often mess up power lines or transformers." Sam explained. "There's been a lot of strange things going on, like the town's mayor just up and out of the blue, killed his wife and two kids. And things from the museum have been going missing."

"Moosem?" his brother asked, mouth full.

Sam nodded. "The Museum of Strange Happenings." he read. "From what it says here, it has all sorts of strange things, old books, a piece of debris with strange writing." he squinted his eyes. "Is that Enochian?"

Castiel came around the island and peered at the computer. "It is." he met eyes with Sam and Dean. "I can't see it well enough to read it, however."

"Well, let's go!" the Doctor grinned, jumping up. "Always wanted to go to Michigan!"

"You mean Minnesota?" I corrected, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah, yes." he rubbed the back of his neck. "That."

I chuckled. "Let me go pack." I told him, getting up and throwing my stuff away.

"Won't we need clothes?" John asked, looking down at his pants and short sleeved shirt.

"Yes, I'd prefer not to get sick." Sherlock added, still picking at his fries.

"Come onto the Tardis! We got a whole wardrobe!" The Doctor jumped up, and rushed into the garage. "Any size, any time era!" we heard him call.

I shook my head, smiling. "What should I bring?" I asked Dean, who was eating a pie he brought back.

"Uh." he took another bite, and chewed. "I don't know. What do you have?"

I shrugged and got up. "You guys want to come see?"

Sam glanced up from his laptop. "I'll finish up on this, and then I'll head up."

I nodded once, and got up, leading the way, even though Dean knew where it was from the previous night.

When I opened the door and walked in, someone aburptly shut it, and I whirled around.

There stood Moriarty, smirking. He shoved my dresser, which was adjacent to my door, in front of the door. A moment later, Dean jiggled the door.

"Kim?" he called, knocking. "I think your door is jammed."

I blinked, terrified. "Um Dean?" my voice quavered, and I cleared it. "Um." I met eyes with Moriarty's blank ones, and he shook his head, slowly. "I don't feel so good, um give me a minute."

"Are you sure?"

The crazed man glared at me.

"Uh-hh. Um. Yeah. I'm feeling...Twitchy."

Moriarty went over and threw himself onto my bed, and I screamed. "DEAN IT'S MORIARTY!" and ran into my walk in closet, slamming the door shut behind me.

A loud banging was heard, and I heard Dean shouting my name. "KIM! KIM! MORIARTY YOU BASTARD! IF YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON HER!"

Moriarty simply chuckled, and I heard him knocking gingerly on my closet door. "Kimberly dear! Someone's at the door for you!"

I bit down hard on my lip, tasting blood.

No one said anything for a moment, until Moriarty got mad.

"If you don't get your ass out from there this second, I will rip your head off your shoulders and feed it to your dog." he snarled through the crack, and I scowled.

"Why would I go out there?" I shot back. "So you can threaten or kill me? Strap a bomb to me?"

He chuckled. "Now why on earth would I do that to a pretty girl like you?"