9 The Winchesters

"Sherlock?" Dean asked, squinting to look at him clearly.

"I take it was you who lured us off course." Sherlock said, popping his head out of the doorway, practically shoving the Doctor backwards into the Tardis.

"Where are we? Did we land, did we land?" Tony asked, pouncing on Sherlock's back while trying to get a better look at their surroundings. He looked mildly disappointed about the fact that they didn't land somewhere literally cooler. The sun was staring unbearably harsh at them all, making Tony think about somehow making outdoor conditioning a thing.

"Christ it's like a clown car in there. How many of you are there anyways?" Dean asked, letting the gun slowly point downwards where it wasn't threatening anyone.

The Doctor looked thoughtful for a second before counting on his fingers and shaking his head. He looked over his shoulder and started counting. "Let's see… two… threeeeee… eight… hmm maybe… oh here we go! If I counted correctly, which I believe I have because I'm an expert counter, we have nine people in here including me." The Doctor said proudly, smiling.

Sam's eyes looked almost comically wide. "How can you fit nine people in a small box…? I don't think it's even… " Sam shook his head. If there was a picture for the definition of disbelief, Tony was sure that the man's face would be plastered under the definition.

"So what exactly is going on?" Steve asked. Bruce gave him a nod in agreement.

"This is Dean, and that's Sam, his little brother." Sherlock said with a casual gesture. "They hunt demons and such. We met when one of our cases crossed. They consulted me only once after I met John, which surprises me greatly considering Dean's more of the one to leave the thinking to someone else." Sherlock added.

"They helped catch the one responsible for the murders over by Tadfield." John said as he waved a hello towards Sam as he followed Sherlock outside the Tardis.

"Well, enough about us who the heck are—" Dean stopped and squinted some more (the New Mexican sun already had him squinting as it is.) "Are you wearing a freaking collar?" He asked Sherlock in disbelief.

At the mention of Sherlock's collar, John's hand instinctively reached for his own. Dean caught sight of the movement and saw John's matching accessory before grinning. "Oh my god did you guys loose the key for them in the middle of cleaning up or what?" Dean asked crudely.

"Oh god no, nothing like that!" John exclaimed, shaking his head vigorously.

"Oh come on you dog." Dean persisted with a grin.

"I'm going to pretend I never heard you say anything." John said with an embarrassed frown. Sherlock smirked but didn't move to stand up to Dean's implications.

"Right, I have a question and I expect to get answers." The Doctor interrupted. "There aren't many things that can stop a Tardis midflight." He paused. "Actually, nothing can stop a Tardis midflight. She can only be stopped if all her defenses are down and I'm certain every shield was on while she was in flight." The Doctor said. "So tell me, how exactly did you stop us demon boy?" He asked with a serious face.

"I believe I may be the cause of that." The woman who had stood without a word thus far had spoken out as well as taken a step towards them. "I believe we have much to talk about." She said.

Elsewhere…

The plan was coming along nicely. After obtaining a valuable ally like Crowley, Loki had decided to let Moriarty in his original body.

Unfortunately after giving a detailed description of every single avenger, Moriarty had ignored him in favor of going on his infernal computing device. He didn't give much of a clue as to what he was doing but just sitting in the same room as him drove Loki onto a ledge. He supposed it was all the sound the keys made as he hit them with his fingers lightly. The insistent sound always unnerved Loki after all.

Crowley himself had gone out somewhere, saying that if they wanted to catch everyone off guard, they didn't need an army to do so. He said he had some people he could use to pull extra information about everything any of them were doing. He even went as far to say that he would know who went to what bathroom in the tower if he had to.

Unfortunately, that left Loki very little to do. Both Crowley and Moriarty suggested he would be better off 'looking pretty' off in the corner and not intervene with their divine planning as if the whole thing hadn't been his idea.

Loki let out a huff of angry air. He hadn't felt this emasculated since that time he had gotten manipulated by the Black Widow. He had acted hastily, letting his pride and anger lead him blindly. Now he had more than enough time to waste. And now that everyone was settled and the mood was more casual… it seemed as though Crowley, Moriarty, and Loki were pretty conventional roommates. Even though these particular roommates had more anger management issues then they actually care to admit.

With a reluctant pace Loki moved into Moriarty's room, waiting for him to take notice. Moriarty looked up from the laptop with an annoyed sigh. "What do you want?" He demanded. Loki's lips turned slightly upward in a warning snarl.

"I came to check your progress." He said, recomposing himself into his usual cool self.

Moriarty rolled his eyes. "Sheesh, controlling much? Go someplace else and try not to hurt yourself from thinking too much." Moriarty said, going back to typing whatever it was he was doing. He paused before he brought his eyes back to Loki. "Oh, you're still here?"

"I will not be talked down to this—" the god of mischief interrupted himself with a deep breath. He seemed to think better of threatening a college. Instead his lips twitched upwards into a smile before he pursed his lips together and nodded. "It's getting late." He commented. "I have a job to do on my own so I won't be back until tomorrow evening. Sweet dreams." Loki said, making a gesture that could pass as a wave.

When Loki left without another word, Moriarty raised an eyebrow. "That was quick."

Farmington, New Mexico

"So you expect us to believe you're a… what was it again?" Tony inquired, incredulous.

"I'm not asking for you to believe. I'm asking for you to listen you ignorant little cock-bite." She snapped at him.

"I'm sorry it's just a bit for him… for all of us to believe this considering where we are." Bruce said, gesturing to the store.

The place had a circular purple booth that surrounded the table. To their left was a glass counter where under the display, small delicate things were shown for the average customer. There were racks of small ornament things that a superstitious old lady might buy. There were also shelves of strange peculiar things on them. Tony thought he saw a shrunken head somewhere but decided not to comment on it. Somewhere in the shop there was a wind chime that wouldn't shut up that was grating Clint's nerve slightly.

"It's my shop. Not much to tell." She replied.

"I think what he's trying to say is that being in a fortune teller's shop isn't exactly helping your case in convincing us." Sherlock interrupted.

"Don't know what you lot are complaining about, but I love shops. Everyplace should have a shop. How much for this?" The Doctor asked, holding up a small white vase the size of his palm.

"Don't touch that. It's not for sale." She snapped. Much to everyone's amusement, the Doctor pouted as he put it back.

"So you want us to believe your Urania… the muse of prophecy?" Natasha asked quizzically. Urania nodded.

"Sorry if we don't take your word for it but I'm sure we have work to get back to." Clint said his face serious. Urania rolled her eyes.

"It still doesn't explain how you did the whole Tardis thing." Steve piped up. The Doctor walked over and nodded.

"That is a very good question Steve." The Doctor said, turning to Urania. "Do tell, I've been dying to know the answer." He said. Sam interrupted the Doctor by saying, "If any of you did your research you would know Urania is the Greek muse of astronomy."

"I saw where the box was going to land and I gathered the boys. I believe I have information that may come to use if you listen." Urania said almost urgently. Tony shook his head when she finished talking.

"Look lady, I don't know what your game is but I've had a rough day and—"

"Tony Stark I don't even have to look at your palm to know you have father issues." She said sharply. This shut him up rather quickly. "I don't have to tell you anything, but it would sure as Hel help you if you want to win. And I don't only read the future; I can read the past as well." She added.

"Really? Read my future and tell me what you think." The Doctor said with a smile. Urania took his outstretched hand without a word. She studied his palm for a short time before visibly paling.

"Your past… you do seem to make yourself miserable Doctor." She said with a shake of her head. "And all those people… tell me… how does your heart ever stop bleeding after the time war?" She asked quietly. As soon as she said it, the Doctor snatched his hand away from her piercing gaze. His smile was gone.

"Time war? What the hell is a time war?" Dean asked.

"Don't ask stupid questions or you might hurt yourself." Sherlock said.

"Sherlock don't be— sorry Dean he doesn't mean it—"

"John don't be ridiculous, of course I meant it." Sherlock said an eyebrow raised at his companion. John looked at him as though he had eaten a whole batch of ripe lemons.

"That was rude." John muttered. He looked at Dean apologetically. Dean gave him a shrug and turned to Urania.

"You said you had some dirt on what's happening. We'd like to know what that's about." Dean said. Urania nodded silently. She moved gracefully, standing up and heading for the counter. Her purple dress swayed behind her as she came back, one hand holding a crystal ball and another holding a blue velvet bag.

She caught Clint's stare, and her eyes narrowed in a challenge. "Seriously?" Clint asked. Urania nodded "Seriously." She hissed as she let the ball hit the table with a sharp thud. She pulled up a chair to the open part of the booth and sat down.

"Ignore the ball." Urania interrupted Tony right as he opened his mouth to ask. He shut his mouth and put a twisted look on his face. She pulled the velvet bag on the table and unceremoniously dumped the contents on the table.

Charcoal and large scraps of paper poured onto the table. Everyone stared at the drawings, each of them surprised.

There were drawings on the papers. One was a prim and clean picture of a license plate. Another picture showed the profile view of someone oddly familiar standing on a set of stairs looking up at a door.

"Sherlock, that's our flat." John said, pointing at the flawless drawing of Loki on the stairs. Sherlock nodded in confirmation. Nobody touched the drawings except Urania.

"Doctor, you asked how I knew what I knew about the Tardis. Here's your explanation. I've had these drawings for over a year already." She said, pulling three drawings out. One showed a sign with 'Welcome to New Mexico, the Land of Enchantment' and another was a drawing of Dean shoving the end of the shotgun into the Doctors face with everyone crowded in the background. The Last one was an exact picture of the Tardis' empty console room. On the corner on the last picture was coordinates scrawled in feverish writing.

"You see, it's not enough to just see the future. You have to understand to fully know what it is that's supposed to happen." Urania explained quietly.

"Well this is certainly… new." The Doctor said, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Is that what I think it is?" Bruce asked, pointing towards a drawing. The picture showed the Ironman suit holding what looked like a nuke, the light of the wormhole right behind him. What made them fall quiet wasn't the picture itself, but the fact that where the arc reactor should be shining, was dark.

Natasha studied Tony as he stared wordlessly at the picture. He looked pale and tense as he seemed to struggle to catch his breath. "Tony, it's okay." She said quietly, holding his arm reassuringly.

"I know everything is okay." Tony snapped at her. The memories of that day surfaced as clearly as they were yesterday. The roaring sound of the wind as Tony flew up into the wormhole, the darkness, the cold he felt as he entered, and the phone call. He remembered closing his eyes as he thought about Pepper and how he felt he had to say goodbye but he couldn't even do that. He had felt so hopeless at that point.

"Hey man, you want to go get some pie? Pie always makes everything better." Dean offered.

"There's a whole apple pie on the counter." Urania said, vaguely gesturing towards the general area of the counter.

"No… seriously?!" Dean asked his face lighting up. He stood up and quickly made his way to the counter. There was a pie wrapped in plastic wrap sitting almost expectantly on the counter.

"I don't think Tony needs pie at the moment." Steve said, glancing at his comrade.

Tony looked more composed at the moment, but he was still pale. "I guess some pie… wouldn't hurt, right?" He commented, looking up from the table. "Now that we're at it, we haven't eaten anything since the pizza." Tony added.

"Alright, I guess we could put a pause on all the morbid planning." Bruce said with a small smile.


A/N: Super Duper Crossover time. Sorry to any of you who aren't in one of the fandom's included. It might be a bit confusing but yeah. So tomorrows the big day, yay! Remember to review!