"Welcome to the Renaissance! Clara's favorite time/space place, apparently!"

"Shut up, Doctor."

"And Adam, this is where you should take her for Christmas! Remember Robin Hood, Clara? That was your favorite!"

"Especially when he pushed you into the river!" Clara laughed.

"Robin Hood is real?" Adam asked. The Doctor put a red and white Santa Claus hat.

"Who cares? It's Christmas!" He yelled, running across the field, dancing.

"There isn't even snow!"

"Well, do you want there to be snow?" The Doctor asked, turning around. "Anyways, this is Wales! Cardiff, Wales, during the Ren. Are those tents?"

The Doctor raced down the hill, laughing.

"Never seen him so happy." Adam remarked, following the Doctor.

"It's Christmas. The Doctor is always happy."

"Why? Does he like Pagans?"

"Is that what Dean says? Actually, the Doctor told me once that December twenty fifth was the day he first found me. Or the second. Or the third time. He never makes any sense, the Doctor. Sometimes I wonder if he's quite…"

"Insane? Aren't we all?" Adam laughed, Clara joined in. Finally they reached the Doctor, who was standing at the edge of a hill.

"Welcome, to the Kingdom of the North!"

"Aren't there multiple kingdoms in the North?"

"Um, Doctor, you have your time period wrong." Adam said, checking his watch.

"What?"

"It's December Twenty Fifth, two thousand and Twenty. This must be a festival."

"Well, let's go anyways."

Celtic music played as people dressed like elves, fairies, and humans walked through the tents, some talking in Middle Earth like languages, but most in English. A blonde haired woman played a harp, dressed in a deep blue dress. The Doctor went to her.

"Hello, Milady, I'm new here, can you please tell me some of the rules?"

"Well, sir-"

"Call me the Doctor."

"Well, kind Doctor, you should probably get dressed into time period clothes. Your best choice is probably Luna, the store over there."

"Thank you, Milady. Before I go, what may I call you?"

"Persephone Klaus."

"Thank you, Lady Persephone." He smiled and winked at her. "Come long, Milliwald!"

Adam and Clara chased after the Doctor, who went to the clothing store tent.

"Hello, what do you need?" Luna asked. She was a short woman, not much taller than Clara, with black hair and blue eyes.

"Well, I'm a Doctor, Clara is an elf, and Adam is-"

"A witch?" Luna asked, looking at Adam.

"What?"

"You know magic. You've practiced it for a long time."

"Adam, you have magic?" The Doctor asked seriously.

"I don't use it much, but yeah, I learned it. How did you know that?"

"The Demon's Trap on your bag and the camomile in your pocket. Also, I can see the luminescence around you."

"What are you, then?"

"I'm a fairy. We aren't all that bad. My name is Luna Banele."

"Wait? Are you serious?" Clara looked back and forth between the fairy and Adam.

"Yeah. Dean and Sam have meet a couple fairies in their time, and so have the Men of Letters. It's really a great pleasure to meet you, Luna."

After Luna helped them pick out clothes, Adam paid with his credit card. As they were leaving, Luna pulled Adam aside.

"Be careful with your magic. The Men of Letters may have taught you all of your tricks, but even their magic corrupts. Take this." Luna gave Adam a small silver star. "It might help you in the future."

"Thank you." He smiled. She waved to them as they walked away.

"So, why is a fairy at a live action role play event?"

"Boredom? Don't we all get bored at times? Or she misses home."

"Wait, Adam, can you show me bit of that magic?" Clara asked Adam, as the Doctor walked ahead. Adam looked for something in his bag. He pulled out green dust, said a few words in Enochian, and blew. The green dust caught in the wind, turning into blue light, it turned into a bird and flew around their heads. People clapped, seeing what they thought was just an illusion. As the Doctor turned around, the bird disappeared.

"Well? Are you coming? There has never been a single place where they're hasn't been trouble yet. Clara, can you go find a place to eat. I need to talk to Adam."

Clara ran ahead.

"Adam, you be careful with that. Yes, I already knew that you learned magic. Maybe that spell you used against Lucifer was a little too good, but you make sure that it doesn't get out of hand. We don't need another Willow Rosenberg."

"A who?"

"Nevermind."

Clara waved to them pointing at something. Someone was sitting at a table next to her.

"Is that Dean?" Adam asked confused. They reached Clara and the others. Sherlock, Sam, and Dean sat at the table, Dean stuffing his face full of food.

"Hello Adam. Clara. Doctor. Why are you here?"

"We'd like to ask you the same thing." Clara tilted her head.

"Three deaths. Untraceable cause. No marks, no bruising, no trauma, no illness. No, John didn't come, to answer the next question you are going to ask. And Sam, don't ask them where they've been. Most recently they went to a humid tropical climate. Clara and the Doctor are slightly tanned. Except that Adam is his usual unusually pale self, so I suppose that he was sick. Light coughing, pink around his eyes and nose as if he's been rubbing them, but Adam natural looks like that, so it may be hard to tell."

"Okay then, we should go check out the body. Adam, can I have a moment?" Sam stayed back as the others followed Sherlock to the site of the mysterious murder.

"Sam, what-"

"Adam, wow. You look, different. How old are you now?"

"I'm twenty nine."

"So, you've been in the TARDIS for, uh four years?"

"Yeah. But, when you're in the TARDIS, it feels like you're much older than that. I've been back to before the Earth was even an idea, all the way to last living species on the very last planet! We've been everywhere, done everything! But it feels like we've barely even started!"

"Adam, for us, you've been gone for two years. And some things have changed."

"What happened?" Adam asked, his smile fading.

"Dean and I didn't know we were going to be here at the same time. We aren't a team anymore. John moved out of Sherlock's flat a few months ago. He lives in Wales with Mary, his wife, and isn't going to help anymore."

"That can't be right. Where is Cas?"

"Castiel and Gabriel went back to Heaven last year. Castiel has to lead the Angels, or they'll fall apart, while Gabriel is sick with some sort of 'Angel Plaque'. Meg went back to Hell to help Crowley defend his kingdom against Rowena. Crowley actually needed our help again."

"Why are you in a fight with Dean? And how can we help the Angels?"

"We can't help the Angels."

"Well, what about Dean?"

"Things happen, Adam. Time changes people. Dean can't let go of somethings I've done in the past, and I agree that we need space."

"What happened to fighting back to back? What happened to family? Dean said that no one gets left behind. We were happy. I thought that everything was good."

"Adam Milligan, the family optimist. Never thought I'd say that."

"Well, you're right. Time does change people. You might call me weak, but I've learned to forgive. Why can't you?"

"Dean and I, we aren't wired that way."

"But you could try. That's what I thought, everyday in the Cage. I thought that if I ever got out, I would hunt you down for letting me rot there for six years while Lucifer beat the crap out of me, but I forgave you. I can't ever truly forgive you, but I can at least try to see that light. And now I see that I have work to do. I'm going to get John and Sherlock back together. I'm going to see what I can do to help the Angels, and I'm going to bring Meg back home. And most of all, you and Dean are going to have to learn how to forgive. You can't just throw away what little you have left. I never got the chance, I never had that choice, but now I do. And I'm telling you, hold on to whatever you have because one day, it will be gone."

Sam stood still, looking down at his little brother.

"Think about that." Adam turned away and caught up to Clara and the others.

"No burn marks. Wait, it seems as if the body was given an electrical shock of some kind, but how did they do it?" The Doctor asked with his usual scottish accent.

"Avada Kedavra?" Clara asked.

"Clara! Don't say that! You could kill someone! I think we might be able to find an answer in the Hitchhiker's Gui-"

The Doctor was interrupted by a high pitched scream. Sherlock's coat caught wind behind it as he rushed toward the sound. Sam ran right in front of him. They all skidded to a stop. A small crowd of people surrounded the body.

"Let me through! I'm Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock pushed people out of his way. A young woman was on the ground.

"Someone call 999!" A young man cried.

"No. She's dead." Sherlock said. Adam had finally pushed his way through the crowd to Sherlock.

"I know her. It's Luna!"

SUPERWHOLOCK THEME

"So let me get this right. You ran into a fairy and you didn't think to mention it?"

"Dean, it wasn't her. We have to figure out what killed those people."

"What else did you meet? Moriarty and couple of Vamps? Adam, you have to tell us right away." Sam said, coldly. Adam promised himself in his head that he wasn't ever going to miss two years again. Clara sighed and pulled Adam away from his brothers.

"I am so glad that I don't have siblings." Clara muttered under her breath. Adam sighed.

"What are we going to do? We have no leads except for that whatever this is, it kills without a trace, it can kill both humans and fairies in the exact same way, and it's good at hiding."

"Do you think it's somebody like Moriarty? A human? No, nevermind. That wouldn't work, you have to stab a fairy with a special stake or something, right?"

"Yeah. Sherlock is going to bring back the autopsy results in a couple of hours. Why would someone do this?" Adam asked. Clara sat down in the grass outside a tent.

"We only have two days to find out." She said, holding up a pamphlet. "That's when the Ren Festival ends."

Sherlock sat outside the TARDIS, looking up at the sky. Stars were scattered across the dark blue, the last bit of orange disappearing from behind the Francis Lake. A forest stretched in one direction, the field of tents and buildings in the other.

"Do you miss John?" Sam asked, walking out of the TARDIS, shutting the door behind himself. Sam sat next to Sherlock, taking in the warm air and the crickets. An owl hooted from somewhere over in the woods.

"No." Sherlock said simply, looking out at the lake. Sam was silent for a while.

"Maybe we should fix things. I should forgive Dean and we can be a team again. You should go back to John."

"Dean Winchester has no interest in joining you again. And John wants to get a life." Sherlock said cooly.

"But we should try. We owe them that. You said so yourself, that John is your closest and most trusted friend. You can't give that up. We can't give up what we have because we're lucky. Dean and I have always been lucky. We always thought that our lives were the worst because we never got to live a normal life but we got it off easy, and so did you."

"You talked to Adam?"

"Yeah, and the kid's life was crap. But he taught me something. Move on but never let go."

"I don't need some kid telling me what I should do."

"Just call John. Just once. If he doesn't want to come back, leave him alone, but if he says yes, go. Find him."

"I will if you talk to Dean."

"I promise you that I will. Come on, everyone else is asleep." Sam stood up, opening the door. Sherlock was about to join him when a weird noise echoed from somewhere nearby.

"I'll check that out." Sam said. "Be right back."

Sherlock stepped into the TARDIS and went to his room. The next morning, everyone stood in the console room.

"I have a plan. Sherlock, you, I, and Clara will interview people. Winchesters and Milligan, you go look for magical objects. As I'm interviewing, I'll check for alien tech. Sherlock, you look for anything suspicious that looks human made, your speciality. Sam- Sam?"

The Doctor looked around for the tall Winchester, confused.

"Where is Sam?" He asked.

"He went to go check something out in the forest last night. I was with him."

"What was it?"

"A noise, like some sort of energy. It- the energy, lasted only a few seconds, and- wait. I heard a voice before, but I didn't hear what it said. If it was a voice. It sounded very faint, as if it was a long while away."

"That narrows it down to about three hundred species."

"How about a blue light? Light blue? I saw it reflected on the water, barely, but right before the noise." Sherlock said quickly. The Doctor's eyes widened.

"We have to find Sam. Now." He said. They wandered the forest and the surrounding area.

"Sam! Sam?!" Dean yelled into the forest. He walked around, looking for a lead.

"Wat- Dean! I found a print!" Sherlock yelled from nearby. Dean ran to him. Sherlock was right.

"The ground must have been oft around here last night. Sam's footprints are here. It looks like he was running. He stopped here., and turned around. Whatever he saw, he was getting ready to fight it. But, he fell, right here, the grass is slightly flattened. And he was moved."

"How can you tell that?"

"Sam isn't here, is he?"

"Oh. Right."

"But I can't tell what moved him. Let me go into my Mind Palace." Sherlock closed his eyes right there, become oblivious to the world. He hit at the air like he was moving something, but more like he was trying scare away some bugs. Sherlock muttered a few things to himself as he continued to do that.

"Uh, Sherlock? Are you-"

"Shut up Winchester. No, not that. London, Wales, Cardiff. Winchester, no, no. No! NO!" Sherlock stomped his foot. Dean stared incredulously at the man as he waved his hands through thin air, muttering things so quickly that Dean couldn't catch any of them. Finally, Sherlock opened his eyes.

"I don't know. I don't know!" He said, slowly sliding down a tree until he hit the ground, sitting, leaning against it. Dean was still staring at him with one eyebrow raised. Later that night they returned to the TARDIS. They couldn't find Sam and they interviewed everyone they could. There was no evidence, no more leads, and Sherlock continued to go into his 'Mind Palace'.

Dean was in his room, which had once belonged to a kid named Adric, seeing as some of his things were still there, wishing he knew where Sam was.

"Castiel? I really need your help." Dean closed his eyes, waiting.

"I'm here, Dean." Castiel put his hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean looked up into Cas's eyes.

"How is Heaven?"

"Not well. Gabriel told me to come back to you, though. Hannah is now helping in charge. I believe she is a better leader than I could ever be."

"You can stay?"

"I can stay for a few days, then I'll be heading back to Heaven. I'm going to visit more often from now on, though. I was silly to leave. So, Sam is missing?"

"Yeah. I should have been paying attention. I forgot that he doesn't sleep that much anymore. He was outside in that forest last night."

"Dean, he's alive."

"Are you sure?"

"He prayed to me. He doesn't know where he is but he thinks that aliens have him. He thinks they're called Daleks."

"Daleks? Why does that sound familiar?"

They gathered in the console room. Castiel yawned slightly, trying to fit in with the grumpy, sleepy humans.

"Daleks?" The Doctor asked, wide awake.

"Yup." Castiel answered.

"What're Daleks?" Dean asked seriously.

"My Archenemies. A race of metal pepper shakers intent on taking over the universe. Adam and Clara met them a while back in September. You probably won't remember, though. There was a time flux. We have to find Sam now. Is there anyway of contacting him through Angel Radio?" The Doctor asked with his scottish accent.

"Does Sam look like an Angel?" Castiel asked. There was silence. "No. He does not. I can hear him, but he can't hear me."

"Is he okay?" Dean asked, worried.

"His leg is broken and the Daleks have been keeping him in a room for hours. He's also hungry. We should rescue him right now."

"Does he know where he is?"

"On a ship."

"No, on Earth."

"He's not on Earth. He woke up on a Space Station."

"He was abducted. By aliens. This is great."

"I do not understand your definition of great, Dean." Castiel replied, tilting his head.

"I can't take the TARDIS onto a Dalek ship unless they want me too." The Doctor said.

"Then we make a deal. We trade Sam for whatever they want. Can we contact them?" Adam asked.

"Maybe, but it can be dangerous. If they figure out who Sam is…. it won't end well." The Doctor said. "We can't even say his name."

"What if they've already found out?" Clara asked.

"Let's hope not." Dean said. The Doctor hammered at the console. The scanner flickered on.

"Dalek ship. Dalek ship. I am the Doctor. Dalek ship. Are you there?" He yelled into a microphone. The scanner focused. A cruel and uncaring face appeared there. "Davros."

"Yes, Doctor. It is I. Welcome back to the war. I'm not dead." He said in a metallic voice.

"I would like to make an exchange. The man you have captive for whatever you want. Name your price." The Doctor said, trying to keep his voice level.

"You've changed. But you will not agree to your conditions."

"Try me." The Doctor said in his thick scottish accent, watching Davros with his intense grey-green eyes.

"You will let us destroy this planet. You will turn your back, take your companions, and leave." Davros said coldly.

"Yes." Dean said stepping forward.

"No! Dean-" Cas started.

"We haven't decided." The Doctor said.

"If you say no, we will kill him."

"I won't let you hurt my brother!" Dean yelled.

"Your brother? If you are Dean Winchester, this must be Samuel. The deal is over. The Daleks and I will leave. Goodbye, Doctor." The scanner went black.

"Dean, what have you done?" Castiel stared at Dean with those deep blue eyes.

"They're leaving. And they're taking Sam with them!"

"What do they want with Sam?" Clara asked, confused.

"Samuel Winchester has the infinite potential. They can destroy the universe using him if they can just figure out how. Sam is a vessel, and he has demon blood in his system."

"They're gonna experiment on him." Cas said.

"We have to get him back. Now."

"Crap." Sam felt the hum of the ship under his feet as it started to move again. He sat down in the corner next to the wall. He hadn't eaten in hours and he was being kept on a ship full of evil pepper shakers. He hoped Castiel had heard him, or if Castiel was even listening. The ship soon got faster and faster, gravity seeming to lessen, then suddenly, it stopped. Sam got up. He was knocked over by a huge jolt, as if something had hit the ship.

The TARDIS crashed through the front window of the Dalek ship. Alarms rang as smoke poured down the walls. The Daleks spun around in circles, trying to re-orientate themselves. The TARDIS slid a few feet, the door swinging open. Everyone had a teleporter on their wrist, ready to beam back to the TARDIS if they were in danger. The ship dipped, Clara hanging on to the TARDIS door, about to fall out. She reached for the nearest wall, grabbing it tightly, willing herself to not get pulled out of the open window of the ship, which was being pulled into Earth's gravity. Adam grabbed her hand and they jumped.

Dean was yelling something, but none of them could hear him. The ship rocketed towards the ground.

"You will all die then, Doctor." Davros said. He disappeared in a blue teleporter flash, along with the daleks. The ship was gaining speed. Dean had reached the door out of the bridge, Watson following him. Adam's grip on the wall slipped. falling forward as the ship pulled. Clara grabbed his hand, almost unable to hold his weight.

"CLARA! HOLD ON!" The Doctor yelled.

"MAYBE THIS WASN'T THE BEST PLAN!" Sherlock screamed over the noise.

Sam banged on the door, gravity tossing him across the room.

"DEAN!" He yelled. He couldn't hear them. They weren't there yet. "Just a few minutes. A few more."

"STEP BACK!" Dean yelled. BANG! The door slid open. Watson and Dean ran in, trying to stay as steady as they possibly could. Dean grabbed Sam's arm, making sure they couldn't get separated. They stumbled into the hallway. A low creaking noise echoed.

"What was that?" Watson asked. They all looked at the door at the end of the hallway. Suddenly gravity didn't matter. There was a flash of colors as they were sucked out into the air. Then they were falling. Dean was paralyzed by the height, falling so hard and fast, struggling to grab hold of some sort of center. Below them, the ship crashed into the ocean near Wales, a wave the size of who knows what was echoing out, water splashing up into the sky. They were free falling towards the Dalek ship, the wind beating at Watson's face. They were going to die, he knew it. But then why weren't they?

"DEAN!" Watson yelled. Dean had let go of Sam. He had passed out. The ocean was below them. If they had somehow survived the three hundred foot drop, they would certainly be smashed against the ocean. They weren't going to make it. The ocean was quickly approaching. But why wasn't Watson dead? He should have been dead. His neck should have snapped or something. The ocean was three- two- suddenly blue light was the only thing Watson could see. Then, he was lying in grass, a blue sky above him, with a sense of unreality.

"Is this… Heaven?" He asked, his eyes still blurry from the fall. A shadow blocked the sun. A big one, with dark hair, a black overcoat, and a blue scarf.

"Sherlock!" He exclaimed, sitting up. "Are you dead too?"

"Why would I be dead? Castiel caught up on your signal for help. He realised that you had rescued Sam, so he had the Doctor teleport us all to the ground."

"Well, tell Castiel that was a close one."

"Is everybody here?" The Doctor yelled. Sam stood up shakily.

"Dean just passed out."

"I'll see." Adam said, checking Dean's pulse. "Training to be a Doctor, remember?"

SMACK!

"Hey! You slapped me!" Dean said, waking up. "Whoah."

Sherlock and John stood together, waiting for Clara to say something, looking around for her.

"Here! I'm here! Everyone's okay!"

The Doctor smiled. He leaned against the TARDIS.

"Everyone's safe."

"We'll be off then. Bye Winchesters. Bye Cas."

"We'll be seeing you soon?"

"Only when you need us." The TARDIS crew got into the blue police box. Sherlock and Watson had driven from Wales to England before the Doctor dropped the brothers back in America. The usual working noise came and the TARDIS disappeared. Dean looked out on the small lake that was nearby the Bunker.

"What's wrong, Dean?"

"Nothing. I'm just happy to be home."