"So what exactly is happening Doc?" Dean grunted and leaned awkwardly against the wall, crossing his arms on his chest.
"The universes are collapsing on each other..." he trailed off his eyes on Rose, "again."
Sam was shocked, "What do you mean 'again'?" he frowned and shook his head at the Timelord, disappointed in the news he presented. "You know what, nevermind. I don't want to know. But, I do want to know is how in hell are we going to fix this and get home?"
"I... don't know. The TARDIS won't hop from universe to universe so willingly. And if we did, who's to say she won't bring you right back. We need to find out what's causing the problem and put a stop to them. Whoever it is, they must be here. In this universe, or else it wouldn't have brought us all into your home," he turned to Sherlock and John, "which is lovely."
John nodded with an uneasy smile, "And is that.. your TARDIS?" he pointed to the box in his living room.
"Yes." he nodded firmly, "Would you like to step inside?"
"Is there enough room?" John shook his head awe.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" he was getting excited, he loved when new people entered his glorious ship and just couldn't hold in their 'wow's or 'It's bigger on the inside!' comments. The rush of it all gave him a thrill. Taking their breath away by a ship that not only flies through space, but time aswell. He pushed open the door and gestured for the two men to enter.
A gasp escaped Johns mouth after only a few steps into the aircraft, "It's beautiful." it came out nearly a whisper, but loud enough the Doctor could appreciate his comment. "How do you do it? Make it bigger on the inside?" Sherlock didn't say a word, but brushed past the console to get a better look around.
"Timelords science. Very convinent, we use it for a lot of things. My pockets, for example," he smirked and pulled a lamp out. Very random, but it got the point across. Very random indeed.
"It's remarkable Doctor," Sherlock smiled and patted an extended branch of coral and the TARDIS let out a faint moan of approval. "She's alive. I can feel her."
"This is great and all Doc'," Dean entered the ship followed by his pack, "But I think we should go get a motel room or something for the night. We can figure this out tomorrow?"
"No need," he smiled, "If you would like, we have extra bedrooms."
"No Than-" Dean began but surly enough was cut off by his little brother.
"That would be great, thank you." he smiled and nodded, then gave a slight frown towards Dean.
"How many rooms? Two?" The Doctor grinned and looked from Dean to Cas, and back to Dean.
"That would be lovely, thank you." Castiel butted into the conversation before Dean could interject. Sam tried to cover his laughter, and looked away and Dean just rolled his eyes. After getting directions from the Timelord, the three boys walked down the endless hallways until they reached what was probably their rooms. Sam entered his and closed the door tightly, as Castiel began to open his.
"I'll be damned," Dean mumbled under his breath. "He was right, the TARDIS did change the room to our liking." he sighed in relief when he walked into a room that looked much like a musty motel room. A bed in an olive green blanket, an old plaid couch, a bathroom to the left, and next to the bed a fridge. Sure enough, the fridge was stocked with cold beers. He smiled and lifted two from the rack and sat down on the couch, handing one to Cas. He only sighed, accepting the bottle as he pressed it to his lips.
"May 14," Dean read aloud the news paper resting on the coffee table in front of him. He read the title to himself and looked up to notice Cas with his eyes squinted and his forehead wrinkled. "Something wrong?"
"Yes-No." he frowned, "The date sounds familiar..." after a moment of thinking it hit him, "Ahh, the day I became an Angel of the Lord." he nodded in approval for remembering the date.
"Cas, it's your birthday?" Dean grinned and patted him on the back. "Happy Birthday."
"Not my day of birth," he shook his head in confusion.
"Close enough." he clinked his beer to Castiels and gulped it down. "Good enough reason to celebrate on a shitty day like this. Tell you what, I'll go get some pie and you can... do whatever. I won't be long." Cas just nodded as Dean left him alone in the room that resembled a motel.