Canton or Crowley?
((The need of having my home state in this chapter was too much! I changed where the apocalypse started for the main fact that I don't remember where it started. :) And for the sake of just... yeah, let's pretend that Jo, Ellen and Ash are alive. P.S. I'm super duper sorry for how late this is and how short it is. My life has been super hectic for a long time. This may turn into a monthly updated story [at best]. I hope to keep getting reviews and the likes. Thanks to everyone who has stayed with my random updates.))
The machine shook uncontrolably for a few moments, David and the Doctor smiling widely while everyone else was holding on for dear life to anything they could get ahold of.
Shaking to a halt, the TARDIS beeped a rhythm of four, the Doctor and David looked to each other, hoping it wasn't what they thought it was. The doors burst open and for a moment no one came through. Suddenly a man in a suit came walking through the door, the energy coming from him was both good and bad. The Doctors eyes went large. "Canton," he questioned, staring at the man as he came into view of everyone.
Sam and Dean's raised their eyebrows questioning the Doctor. "His name's not Canton. That's the 'King of Hell', Crowley," Dean stated angrily, eyeing said demon. Castiel stepped forward, his face as expressionless as ever. "Crowley, what are you doing here? How did you find us?"
Crowley smirked mischieviously at the group. "Can't I stop by and say hi to old friends?" He moved into Castiel's personal space. "I'm the King of Hell, Cas. How do you think I found you?"
The Doctor's frown made it obvious that he was confused. "But that's Canton. It looks too much like him not to be."
"Oh Doctor," Crowley fake pouted. "I'm sorry; I am Canton, but then I died and was sent to Hell. I stayed there for a long time because of you. Now look at me. The King of Hell. How much better could it get?"
"But Canton's in another universe. How are you here?" He continued to question Crowley.
"You don't think you're the only one that can travel through universes do you? Actually; make that space and time also."
"No," the Doctor and David stated at the same time.
"Oh yes. The Master is back," he grinned and looked at Sherlock and John. "And we have another friend. You may remember him as James Moriarty."
Sherlock winced, remembering the encounter with the man at the pool. "How could I forget," he stated blandly, hoping to make it seem like he didn't care.
"The apocalypse," Crowley continued, "is much bigger than you thought." He turned in the Winchester's direction again.
Frowning, Sam questioned him. "And why are you telling us this? You could just not tell us and catch us off guard."
"That wouldn't be much fun. Wouldn't give us a challenge. The Master, Moriarty and I all like a challenge."
In the blink of an eye, Crowley was gone, no sign of him anywhere.
"Canton," the Doctor uttered. He looked in the Pond's direction and frowned. "How could this have happened to him? He was perfectly fine when we last left him in 1969."
Amy was huddled into Rory's chest as he spoke. "I don't know, Doctor. Something must have happened after we left."
Everyone stood completely still for a few more moments before David clapped his hands, getting their attention. "We have to stop this apocalypse at all costs. You all know the repercussions if we don't." He walked slowly to the door that was still ajar. "What are you waiting for; an invitation?"
At that, they all snapped out of whatever daze they were in and followed David out of the TARDIS. Amy, Rory, Sherlock, John, and the two Doctor's looked around at the familiar -yet unfamiliar- terrain. It looked so much like their world, but had huge differences all around. For one, it was a lot darker than their world, the apocalypse having a say in the way it looked. The air was heavier, like there was a huge weight on the world that needed to be lifted; and quickly. The smell was horrid, that of either burning flesh or decomposing flesh -or both- hanging everywhere. Sam, Dean and Castiel were the only ones that weren't affected by the stench, it was the usual. They had dealt with so much death -and Death himself for that matter- that it was simple to knock away any stench that was too strong. Second nature in fact.
The place that the TARDIS had landed was on a tall hill, overlooking a small town in what looked like Michigan. Michigan ahhh big memories here. Where they had met Max who had the power of telekinesis; where they faught the Anti-Claus, and later on in Detroit where Sam had said yes to Lucifer -one of the biggest events in the Winchesters lives.
"Okay guys it looks like we're in Michigan," Dean stated with an obvious tone.
Castiel added off to the side, "From what I have heard, this is where the apocalypse will start."
"These poor people." Amy whispered, eyes brimming with tears. "We have to save them, Doctor. We can't let this happen."
"That's what we're doing here, Amy. We're here to help everyone. I just hope we aren't too late to stop it."
Suddenly, an explosion sounded from off to the side of the group. Light beaming up from the ground and into the sky, signifying that the apocalypse was starting.
"Shit!" The Winchesters yelled in unison. They both started running in the direction, the rest of the group not far behind.
"Sam! Dean!" David yelled, attemping to get them to stop or at least slow down. "Castiel, can you get them to stop? There's no point in going near it, it will probably just kill them. We need to find a way to get everything back to the way it was. Them getting killed won't help."
Castiel nodded his head and disappeared returning seconds later with an almost invisible smile. "They are heading back."
The Winchesters returned not long after, both of them with grave expressions plastered on their faces. The Doctor couldn't help but be proud. At least they had tried to stop it, and so far from what he can tell, nothing has happened. He hoped that they would have a few days at least until things started really getting bad so they could get ready.
"Guys," David went up to them and patted them sympathetically on the shoulders. "Do you have anyone that could possibly help us in this?"
"Yeah, we have a few hunter friends that would help and some angels that just plain owe us favours." Dean replied, sounding a bit more confident.
"Good. That means we have a whole group to fight this thing. So far we have the Winchesters, their angel, Sherlock, John, the Ponds, the Doctor, Donna and I, and hopefully the Winchesters hunter friends. We just need to get ahold of them and get them here and stop the apocalypse as soon as we can."
The Winchesters nodded and took out their phones, dialing anyone that didn't hate them. After a long couple of minutes, the put their phones away and smiled. Sam was the first to tell who he had gotten. "I have Bobby, and Jodie Mills."
Dean was next with his list. "I've got Jo, Ellen, and Ash."
Castiel appeared in the middle of them all again. "I got Gabriel and Balthazar to agree to help."
"So that means we have-" David had started, counting how many people there were.
"Seventeen people." Sherlock cut in. "Let's get them all here. While they are on their way, we can start researching and find out how to undo the apocalypse or at least slow it down."
They all nodded and headed down into the town. The light that had beamed up was now gone and everything seemed quiet... For now.
The group all piled down the street and into a little internet café. Sherlock and John sat down at their own table doing research, while the Doctor and his companions did their own. The same went for Donna and David and also the Winchesters. It was almost as if they were all having a competition on who could find something the fastest based on how quickly they were all typing. Hours passed and one by one, the Winchesters' friends appeared, all holding their own research that they had acquired over the past few months knowing that the apocalypse was on its way.
~Meanwhile~
Crowley, Moriarty and the Master were all getting ready. They had just started the apocalypse and they were sitting back, relaxing and enjoying the screams of pain coming from every angle of the world.
"This is the life," Moriarty sighed contently with a large smile plastered on his face.
Crowley nodded in agreement. Usually he wasn't one to have people helping him but in the case of Moriarty and the Master, they weren't half bad. Well they were bad, but they were good at being bad. Crowley pinched his face as he tried to figure out how to work that out.
The Master got up and started pacing back and forth, Jim and Crowley staring at him. "The Doctor is going to find us. We have to move soon. I can feel him."
