The TARDIS started off with a bang, whoosh, and a thud. Everyone was in schock, espically Dean. His arms were clutched to Castiels side, holding on for dear life. "What are you doing?"

The Doctor was puzzled, as he got shook around.

"I don't know what's happening. I didn't put in any coordinates!"

"Doctor..." Rose was holding on to the side of the console looking at the monitor. It showed a location somewhere in London. He managed to join by her side and not fall on the way over. Cas just stood there, the shaking and crash like manor not surprising him at all. "I've never heard of this street in London, Doctor."

"221B Baker Street, London. Why on earth would it take us there?" he was baffled, as he looked over at Cas and Dean, "You okay?"

"I... I don't do flying so well." Dean sheepishly admitted.

"We're not flying." he snorted, "We're disappearing here and reappearing there."

"How is that, in anyway, not like flying?" he was yelling now, still holding on to Cas for dear life.

Another thud and a wheeze escaped the TARDIS and she stopped. The Doctor stood up straight and laid a hand on her coral roots, "It's okay girl. You're done now." he frowned, sorry for what his machine had been put through. Another soft moan escaped through the vents, as if to say 'It's okay. I forgive you.'

"Dean..." Castiel looked down at the man clinging to hid body. He looked like a 5-year-old in a haunted house for the first time. "We're not moving anymore. It's done."

"Oh, right." he slowly released his body and stood up straight. "Sorry.." looking down at the floor then back up at the Doctor. "Where are we?"

A light knock appeared at the door then nothing more. The Doctor adjusted his tie then continued to walk towards the door. With precaution, he opened the door slightly to take a look what was outside. "Hello." he smiled at the guest awaiting outside of the box. "Come on out guys, it looks safe enough."

Rose skipped to the door and Castiel and Dean followed shortly behind to be greeted by three men, two taller and one rather short. "Oh, thank God Sammy." Dean saw his brother and immedaitely held him in his arms, "Don't do that." he scolded.

Sam just patted his back then pushed away.

"This is John and Sherlock." He introduced them to the new guest.

"Oh, um." Dean looked over at the people by his side. "This is Castiel, Rose, and The Doctor."

"Doctor, what was that?" John asked, holding out a hand to greet the slender man in the trench coat. "I'm a doctor as well."

Smiling, "No, no. Just The Doctor." then turning his head towards Sherlock, "Holmes?"

"Yes. That is me." he smirked.

"Big fan, really." he smiled and reached out his hand with a firm grip.

"I'm sure." he forced a smile and shook in return. "Tea?"

"Would love some." he nodded and looked over at Rose, "Sherlock Holmes." he muttered.

"Like... detective?" she smiled, "With the hat with the... the... ear flaps?"

"That's the type." she giggled.

"Bet you I can get him to put one on," she tried. "10 quid?"

He frowned, remembering the last time he placed a bet with Rose. And lost. "Better make it 5 quid." she giggled again and began to examine the room. The nicley decorated living area, and the kitchen from what she could see. Then she saw it, the hat with the silly earflaps laying on a chair.

"Sugar?" John asked, as Sherlock set another tray down.

"No thankyou." Rose and the Doctor spoke as one.

"Okay," Dean spoke up. "Enough with the chit chat. What the hell is going on? And how do we get back home?"

The Doctor sighed, taking a sip of tea. "I.. I'm not sure. This, this right here. It isn't our world. Wellll, it might not be yours either. I think the walls are collapsing." he looked down then over at Rose, "And we might need your help to stop it from happening."

"I'm in." Dean didn't hesitate.

"Um, Dean." Sam looked up at him then Cas. "Family meeting, now." he grabbed Dean and Cas by their jackets and pulled them to a different part of the room.

"Dean, do you really think this is a good idea?" Cas sighed.

"I.. I don't know, okay? I just want to help, he seems like a good marshin." he forced a weak laugh, "If we can help get us back to our world, then I'm willing to. Sam and I have been to a different world before, we were rich, actors. What was it, Ackles and Padalekey?"

"Padalecki." Sam corrected him.

"Whatever, are you guys in or not?" he grunted, and sure enough Castiel and Sam nodded. "Good, now lets go figure out what we need to do."

"Who are you really, Doctor?"

"Why don't you tell me?" he smirked.

"Well, fine." he shook his head with a weak smile. "You're a traveler. You don't change outfits much, the suit is very worn out. And that jacket was, from the looks of it, given to you by a friend. You're old. Impossibly old. Your face is young but your eyes grow cold. A long journey you have been through, hundreds of years. Not human, that's for sure. Your face is fresh, only been around for a few years." he coughed, "You're in love. I can tell by the way you keep watching her, the blonde. You didn't wish to admit it, because it hurts. Doesn't it Doctor?"

He looked down, then over to Rose. "It does."

"As for the blonde-" he started.

"No, no. I'm fine. I believe ya'. You can read me like an open book." she muttered.

"The Bad Wolf in our very presence." he smirked. "It's amazing, really. You send two words across the whole of time and space, as a warning. You knew this was coming, all along."

"I didn't know. It might have been me in the past... I didn't know this was going to happen."

"You are very brave, Dame Rose Tyler," he paused. "Of the Powell Estate. Very brave indeed."