*spoof* (This is the only word I know how to describe what just happened) Cas appeared out of thin air, in the parking lot by the impala. It was strange, he thought he was only a few seconds, but it was clear he wasn't. He tried looking, but the boys wern't anywhere to be found. 'This is very bad,' he thought to himself, as he paced back and forth in place. After a moment of thinking, he said to himself, "Maybe they're just inside the motel, I probably didn't look hard enough." giving the situation the benefit of the doubt. So, he walked towards the motel room, and noticed the stange vibe the door was giving off. "Damnit." he knew they walked through, because they're so stupid. If one jumped off a bridge, the other would follow. And that seemed to have been the case here. Castiel didn't hesitate, he was determined to find Dean. Erm, and Sam. He walked straight through the door, the light not affecting him in anyway.
On the other side, he was in a big, spacious room. There were switches and dials in the center on this round... thing. And the room was filled with coral. "Hello?" he called out, hoping one of the boys would pop out. Instead a strange man wearing a brown, stripped suit and a trench coat noticed him.
"What?" His frow burrowed.
"I said Hello." Cas frowned, did he not understand?
"Yes, I got that. How did you get into my TARDIS?" He placed a hand on the console and studied the figure before him.
"I just kind of... walked in." He shook his head.
"But, the door was locked."
"I didn't take the door." he frowned again. "Not, that door at least." he turned around to point at the door to exit the ship.
"Who are you?" the Doctor cocked his head to the side.
"Castiel-I'm an angel of the Lord."
"An angel of the Lord, really?" he smiled, "I'm the Doctor."
"Good to meet you Doctor. Have you seen my friend?"
"No." John shook his head in disapointment at Sherlock.
"John, please." he looked down at the little hedgehog that stood before him.
"No," he paused, "You're not using a whip on him." Sherlock rolled his eyes and threw a little tantrum in his own way, then sat down next to Sam on the couch. "He's no fun." he mumbled to Sam.
"Untie him, I'll get us some tea." John suggested, as walking into the kitchen.
Sherlock did as he was told and untied the straggely haired boy, and laid the rope on the ground. To no surprise Sam tried to pull a knife on Sherlock, but he was easily stopped. "I don't play games. Now put that away, and get ready for tea."
"You're British?" Sam coughed, putting his knife back in his pocket.
"I prefer the term English." he rolled his eyes and watched closley as John prepared the cuppa and brought it to their location. He handed a cup to Sam and Sherlock got his own. Sam looked at the two for a moment and decided to play along. He held out the cup and sipped on the tea, the cup too small for his liking.
"I um.. I don't know how I got here. Do you have any idea?" Sam took another sip on his tea.
"No, what is the last thing you remember?" John watched closley, paying no attention to his cuppa.
"I was... I was in a parking lot, with my brother. We were looking at his car, and then I walked back to the motel room. The last thing I remember was walking into the motel room." He shook his head.
"Sam, you were in Ohio, United States, North America?" Sherlock questioned.
"Yeah," nodding. "Wait, how did you know my name?"
"It's written on the inside of your collar, and in your jacket pocket is a peice of paper from the motel room you stayed in." Sherlock just looked away.
Dean just finished his story to Rose, and threw away his burger wrapper. He wiped his hands on his pants and forced a smile to Rose. "You probably think I'm crazy." he laughed.
"Oh, you'd be surprised." with that, she heard the wheezing sound the TARDIS made before landing and watched as the daft box materalized in front of them with a boom. "There's my mate." she smiled. The door creeked open and two men wearing trench coats walked out, Cas was speaking to the Doctor.
"So, your box is bigger on the inside?"
"Yeah," he smiled, "Oh, hello Rose." he joined by her side.
"Dean..." Castiel rushed to him. "Where the hell have you been?" he was in shock, and took Dean in his arms for a hug. After an awkward moment of Rose and the Doctor watching in awe, he released him. "This isn't our world, Dean."
"I know. I'm just trying to find Sammy." Dean frowned and looked over at the strange couple, "What did he mean bigger on the inside? How did you do that?"
The Doctor smiled, "Follow me." he led Rose to the TARDIS and Castiel and Dean followed. When they entered, Dean's mouth dropped open in a bit of surprise.
"It's...It's..." He was amazed and scared at the same time. He didn't know what to do, "What the hell is this?"
"My TARDIS," he laughed, "Time and Relative Demension In Space. It's a space ship."
"Are you some sort of marshian?" he shook his head in disbelief.
"No, I'm a Time Lord." he smiled, "From the planet Gallifrey."
"So, you're alien?" he frowned.
"Yes. Is that okay?"
"I guess I've seen weirder, marshin." Dean coughed, looking around the console room. "Okay, Mr. Alien, how do we find my brother?"
"My guess is, if he didn't show up around me or Rose, he might be in a different world."
"You mean, like a parallel world?" Rose cringed at the thought, things had been different for her. She met her father from there once, and her mum is still there. She stayed with the Doctor, and didn't feel like thinking it through right now.
"More or less." the Doctor sighed, "Now, if I'm right you have a different story than your friend?"
"Probably. Cas was probably just chillin up in the sky, watching." Dean frowned, taking a seat in the pilot chair, "Something's been following my brother and I, Doc. We've seen it everywhere we go, and we don't know what it means."
"What's that?" Rose asked, not remembering this part of the story earilr.
"Two words," he mumbled. "Bad Wolf."
"Doctor, this is impossible. How could I have sent that message to a different universe?" Rose looked up at him in a bit of fright, "Something bad must be happening."
"Yeah," he looked down, not wanting to explain what was going on quite yet. "What did you say your brother looked like?"
They were almost done with their tea when Sam spotted it again, 'Bad Wolf' was carved in an apple on the table. He immediately got up from his seat and walked towards it. "Shit." he frowned, "How the hell-Did you do this?" he looked over at the two men drinking tea.
"Bad Wolf," John sighed. "There it is again, Sherlock."
"I see." he got up and walked towards Sam, "Where have you seen this before?"
"All over the place," he set down the apple and leaned against the table, "I've seen it on my brothers car, on signs on roads, I find them on random teeshirts I own, on billboards, the name of motels I've stayed at. The two words don't mean anything, and it seems like they've been following my brother and I around."
"We've been having the same problem."John interrupted him, looking down at the ground. It was a relif to know they wern't alone, but it could also mean something very bad is happening.