The next morning at the diner down stairs wasn't as awkward as the first meeting where they all gathered in the Winchesters tiny rented room. The diner wasn't much better than the rooms – it was decrepit and musty. The paint was peeling off the walls. And by the look on John's face, the tea was just as good as the surroundings.
The group of men, and the angel, sat around a long dining table in the centre of the room. The Doctor at the head of the table, he seemed to know what he was doing. Castiel decided he would sit in between Sherlock and Dean. He liked Sherlock's trench coat and well, he just liked Dean. John sat across from Sherlock, watching Castiel wearily just incase he made a dodgy move. Sam was at the other end of the table with his laptop open, looking up more lore on the Weeping Angels. Castiel attempted to make small talk with Sherlock.
"England. I went there when I was the lord." Castiel said seriously at Sherlock. Sherlock chuckled.
"When I am there I am the lord." Sherlock looked towards John who was trying to hide a smile.
"I enjoy your coat. It looks much warmer than mine." Castiel gestured towards Sherlocks trench coat.
"Thank you. The weather is much different in England." Sherlock muttered back. The Doctor clapped his hands.
"Well boys and cherubs, are we all caffeinated and excited and ready to face an angel!" He said while standing up enthusiastically.
"How are we meant to actually … kill it?" Sam asked, looking over his laptop at the Doctor who was now wearing a fez.
"We don't. My sonic screwdriver is getting two spikes of the same frequency, we have two angels on the loose. So we need to make them look into each others eyes." The Doctor whispered while looking into Dean's eyes. This made Dean uncomfortable so he cleared his throat loudly and shifted in his seat.
"How do we find the other angel then? And what the hell is on your head?" Dean laughed. The Doctor looked a little insulted.
"It's a fez. I wear a fez. Fezzes are cool." He tilted the little red fez on his head forward.
"Now Sherlock I've noticed your very good at picking up little details. And Dean your good at your… defensive… Mean things. So you two will be paired up! Hooray! Sherlock and Dean out to defend the universe." The Doctor walked behind them both and patted them on the back.
"As for you, dear Castiel, you and me will be paired. Because we're both not very earthly, are we?" The Doctor giggled and walked back to his seat.
"Sam and John, you two together. Now everyone exchange… mobiley-phoney numbers so we can all keep in contact."
Dean sighed and exchanged looks with Sherlock. He didn't particularly want to work with the man who, just yesterday, told him every little detail about his life in front of a crowded room. Whether they were accurate or not.
"Look I'd be better off with my brother so –" Dean said before he got cut off by Sherlock.
"Yes and I with John. I need an assistant and John is perfect for me." John choked on his tea at Sherlock's last comment. Sherlock stared at John who looked away, blushing. The Doctor sighed and sat down.
"I think it would be a marvelous learning experience, wouldn't it! Working with new people, new companions…" The Doctor trailed off. Sam sighed.
"Fine, let's just go. John and I will head into town and see if anyone can tell us anything." Sam stood up and picked up his jacket from the back of the seat. John promptly stood up and looked at Sherlock, who nodded. John smiled at everyone and walked out of the room with Sam at his heels. The Doctor turned to Castiel and winked.
"I don't understand. What is my purpose?" Castiel asked the Doctor.
"Your purpose! Your purpose is to be yourself Castiel! Castiel, what a brilliant name. How's your dear brother Lucifer? Or Lucy, he preferred me to call him. Excellent ballroom dancer. Haven't seen him in… well… a while." The Doctor mumbled as he fidgeted his hands. Dean laughed. This Doctor was definitely out of this world. But he didn't even know about the apocalypse? About the whole world about to burn because the Demons nearly stole the reigns from god? He had such an odd way of communicating, always excited and distracted. His eyes were old and so full of knowledge, but his spirit was happier and more excited than a baby deer.
"Your pal "Lucy" nearly brought hell on earth!" Dean sternly said to the Doctor. The Doctor placed his Screwdriver on the table with a disappointed look on his face.
"Well I did tell him that his anger would come about badly. Well, come along Castiel. Come to the TARDIS and let's see what we can do!" The Doctor stood up and Castiel followed. Dean stood up and grabbed Castiel's arm.
"You be safe, okay? And check in. If I pray to you, dammit you better answer." Dean gripped Castiel's arm tighter. Castiel placed his hand upon Deans.
"This Doctor… Man… Will look after me. His bowtie is oddly fascinating." Castiel removed Dean's hand from his arm. Dean just wanted Castiel to be safe. After all the things those two went through, just for once it would be nice for them to come out unscratched. The Doctor walked briskly with a skip in his step and Castiel slowly plodded along behind him. Dean sat back down and Sherlock chuckled to himself.
"What's funny chuckles?" Dean rolled his eyes and sank into his seat. Sherlock shrugged.
"Your love for that angel is admirable. If feelings were going to help in any way it might be useful." Sherlock stated as he stood up and kicked back his chair. Dean grudgingly followed, he didn't know how he was going to put up with this nut-job. Dean led Sherlock to the impala where the adventure was just beginning.
