*A/N* Oops I'm shit. Well, the new chapter is here, and more should come soon. School's hectic, I'm an alchoholic, you know how it works. (do not drink, kids. Stay home and write gay porn). Beta'd by my lovely companion Šora Drpanec, who can do many amazing things when sober and even more amazing people when not.

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The attack came out of nowhere. Dean had had just enough time to notice the salt line had been broken, and then all hell broke loose.
Swearing under his breath, he spun around, only to be faced with the black glare of a grinning brunette.
"Meg?"
"Correct, sugar." Her grin widened. "Long time, no see."
His brain went into overdrive, and yet only a single thought managed to actually reach his lips. "Fuck."
"Maybe later." She winked at him, and with that, she was gone.
Swearing again, he rushed into the hallway, trying to find the rest of his teammates.
"Dean?!" Steve appeared to his right, clad in the Captain America costume Dean had vaguely remembered from the comics.
"Nice outfit." He grinned.
"We're under attack!"
"I noticed." Dean took a moment to focus. "Get Sherlock and John somewhere safe."
"Already on it." Steve – Captain America – nodded. Some part of Dean felt proud a comic book hero, a leader, took orders from him. "Anything else?"
"Remember all that salt and holy oil?" Dean ran a hand through his hair. "We're going to need it now."

**69**

"Get in the TARDIS, both of you." The moment JARVIS informed them of the attack, Doctor was on his feet, pulling the doors of his phone box open. John and Sherlock blinked at him. "Now."
"Uh–"
"Get on your feet, John." Sherlock got up from his seat and walked over to the opened doors. "Yes, thank you." The Doctor sighed, urging John to follow his friend's lead. With a shrug, John obeyed. Doctor rushed after them, slamming the doors shut.
"I'm taking you somewhere safe."
"Doctor."
"We need to stay in the present, since they'll want our help soon enough."
"Doctor."
"They should be too busy fighting to pay any mind to where we're going, but still, we need some low-key place – heh, low-key – the Balkans would suffice, I suppose–"
"Doctor!"
The Time Lord's head snapped in John Watson's direction. "What?"
"The box..." The army doctor's eyes were wide with shock. "It's…"
"...Bigger on the inside?" The Doctor grinned. "It is, isn't it?"
"How?" Sherlock asked, his face a shade paler than it usually was.
"I don't know." The Doctor's grin didn't falter. "Why don't you notice?"
John's eyes shifted between the two men. "Is there any possible way we have this conversation while not dying?"
With a quick cough, Doctor started the TARDIS.

**yeah**

"Dean?!"
"Sam?!"
"We're under attack!"
"No shit."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Don't be a jerk."
"Bitch."
"Your brotherly quarrels are very endearing, but would you mind not doing it right now?" Balthazar appeared to their left, accompanied by a grim looking Castiel.
"Lucifer's demons have infiltrated the building. There is no sign of Lucifer himself, however, or any of his teammates."
"So, we just smite the building inside out?" Dean asked.
"Should work." Balthazar nodded in agreement.
"Then why aren't you doing it?" Dean looked like he was about to lose it.
"Because there are aliens behind you."
"Wha–" Dean spun around, gasping when he noticed the tall lean shape in the corner. "How–"
"Do not turn around." Castiel instructed. "This is the fifth time you've turned around."
"What is that?!"
"We don't know." Balthazar sighed. "Every time we look away, we forget. Whatever it is, it's powerful enough to mindfuck angels."
Sam grinded his teeth. "Fuck."
"Quite." Balthazar nodded – or so they assumed, seeing as neither dared to look away from the alien shape. "We think they're Lucifer's spies."
"How many of them are there?" Dean asked.
"We have no idea."
"How do we kill it?"
"Smiting should work."
"Well, smite it!"
"Questioning it could reveal some useful–"
"If it doesn't fucking eat us!"
"Dean, you're being irrational." Castiel spoke up again. "It clearly has no mouth."
"Cas."
"Could you please leave your bickering for later, we are kind of under attack here." Balthazar snapped. "Castiel will take you to the TARDIS, and we'll take care of the rest."
"How about–"
"No." Both angels spoke at the same time. And then the room disappeared.

***theyarefilmingtheyarefilming***

"Where's your suit?!"
Tony ran up the stairs, mentally chastising himself for getting so careless. Downstairs, Bruce was doing his best to keep the black eyed man's attention on himself while Tony suited up. He was a set of stairs away from his goal when an unfamiliar brunette appeared in his way.
"Tony Stark?" She smiled, eyes flashing black. "We've been looking for you."
He barely had time to flinch away before a searing hot object was pressed onto his forearm.
And then everything went numb.

***sorryiliketoprocrastinateeverything***

Doctor returned the TARDIS back to the Avengers tower two hours later, and five very worked up men rushed out. They were greeted by a sight of Bruce, stark naked, lying face down. He groaned at the sound of TARDIS and blinked, eyes still hazy.
"Doctor Banner?" Castiel stared down at the man. Dean coughed, and the angel took the hint, stripping off his battered trench coat and handing it over to the beaten down scientist.
"What happened?" The Doctor asked, kneeling down in front of Bruce.
"Demons." Banner replied, flexing his arm. "Where is the rest?"
"JARVIS?" Dean called out. "You there?"
"Yes, Mr. Winchester." The robotic voice replied, and they all breathed out a sigh of relief. If JARVIS still functioned, things couldn't be that bad, right?
"Good to hear you, man." Dean grinned. "Could you locate the rest for us?"
"Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Barton are upstairs. Mr. Barton seems to have dislocated a shoulder."
"I'll see to that." Castiel said, disappearing.
"Gabriel is on the fifth floor, healing Ms. Potts. Captain Steve is with them."
"Balthazar?" Sam asked. He could remember Balthazar being with them before they disappeared, and could not recall why he decided to stay behind.
"He has captured a creature and is currently questioning it on the seventh level. Thor Odinson is aiding him."
"And Tony?" Dean asked.
"Gone." Natasha's voice replied. They all spun around to face Castiel, accompanied by two assassins. "He was possessed. They burned his tattoo off."
"Samandriel was taken too." Castiel's voice was grim.
There was a heavy silence as they all allowed the news to sink in.
"Shit."