"Who the hell is this now?!" Dean exasperated.

The man straightened his tie and stared straight down the camera. "I'm the most important man you'll ever meet. Hi there!"

Sherlock and Dean both scoffed. "Yeah we can tell by your genie hat."

"It's a fez you hairless ape." The man adjusted the green fez balanced on a brown mess of hair.

Dean laughed: "Ape...ha, what are you then?"

"I am time, planets bow to my name, as will you. I am The Doctor."

Sherlock picked up: "No, John's the doctor."

"I thought you were policemen?" Sam contributed.

"Not exactly..." Answered John.

"I am The Doctor, I am the voice of the universe. I am so much more than your worlds combined. I am God." He bellowed.

'You Brits are nuts.' Thought Dean.

"Paranoid delusion disorder." Concluded Sherlock.

"And I thought legs over there had a God complex." Dean mocked.

"You with the face, shut it. I'm The Doctor. The most important man in the universe, so here's how it's going to work; you're here because I brought you here. Each of you are the most interesting of your reality."

"What do you mean reality?" Sam had to ask.

"Even in your world where demons and angels are reaping the surface you're all still so closed minded. There are infinite worlds and infinite realities."

Sherlock's head was spinning again.

"Any idea what this dick is? My bet's on another ignored Angel desperate for Daddy's attention." Dean quizzed Sam.

Sherlock had gone quiet so John stepped up: "I'm sorry this is all going too fast, angels, other worlds, what are you people on?"

"You really haven't worked it out yet? The Captain Americas' fight demons. You and Nancy Drew over there prove Scooby Doo was right, well at least in your world. But now I'm the bridge, and I've brought you both together."

"You're saying you hunt...ghosts...and demons?" John was rubbing his temples.

"And Angels on occasion." Dean chipped in.

"I..." John looked at Sherlock who was still silent and an impossible shade of white, he could see his mind trying different alternatives: dreaming, drugs, hallucination: all rejected. So John decided to accept this truth and move on, keep a cool head for the sake of Sherlock. "Ok, so you're alternate...world has demons and that running loose. But then why would you want us?"

The Doctor snickered: "Sherlock, the consulting Detective, a genius of his time, well in most times how could I resist? And I couldn't have him without his live-in partner."

"But why? Why are we all here?" Dean had taken the floor.

"You really do lose IQ points just talking to this one, don't you? When you're very old and the very last, you get very lonely."

"Oh just get a girlfriend." Dean spat unsympathetic.

"Silence! I have power, unlimited power. And you were born to amuse me. Now you can play for your freedom and the safety of your times."

"You really think you're better than us?"

"Well, yes."

"Then come fight us, man to a braces wearing bitch." Dean taunted.

But The Doctor just winked and pinged one of his green braces, immediately rubbed a sore nipple. "All in good time solider boy."

"None of this is real."

"Oh, yeah, no, no, I'm sure you're right but just in case perhaps you should run and hide."

He rubbed his hands together "Right kids, let's have some fun!"

Sam stepped in. "Why are you doing this?"

"Oh please tell me you're going to try and appeal to my humanity, with your big brown eyes and ridiculous eyebrows. Do I even look human? There are no men like me. Just because I am time doesn't mean that it doesn't touch me, and once you get this old and this bored, you realise adoration fades, but, BUT. Worship, stories and religion of fear they never end. So here I am a madman in a box and it's time to create a new legacy."

The Doctor yelled an 'AHA' and with that Sherlock fell to the floor for the second time today. "What have you done to him? Sherlock? Sherlock?!" John ran through the procedure, pulse: normal. Pupil reaction: normal. His diagnosis would have been unconsciousness but what had caused it. "You fix him right now!"

The Doctor look straight down the lens; "...No." John exclaimed in frustration and went back to try to wake him up. "Oh don't get your knickers in a twist; he's fine it is just a dream state, sort of, kind of, well no, not really. He has been sent back to a point in his past before you all entered here with no recollection and I've created a little scenario for him to indulge in and we get to enjoy the show." The screen flickered to the inside of 221B.

Author's notes: I am truly sorry for this Doctor but please stick with it, it gets better! I hope...