You're Late

Sam and the Doctor followed Dean quietly back to the TARDIS. The elder Winchester was in such a good mood that he'd completely forgotten he was about to get into a flying blue box. The trio entered the box, closing the doors behind them.

"So Sam, anywhere you'd like to go?" The Doctor looked at the younger Winchester, ignoring the fact that Dean was still walking around the TARDIS singing.

"Uh not really. All of time and space to choose from it's kind of hard to pick one thing ya know?"

The Doctor gave him a grin. "Well then. Let's make it easier: past or future? Earth or somewhere else?"

Sam never got to answer the question. A cell phone began to ring. Both boys instinctively reached for theirs, but then they realized there was no way they could get service on them in 1968. They both looked at one another before turning to stare at the Doctor as he flipped open a phone. He furrowed his brow as he read the screen.

"Sorry. We'll have to wait on the answer to that question Sam. A friend needs me." He began to fumble around the TARDIS controls.

"How is that thing even working?" Sam was really astonished.

"It's not that complicated really, but no time to explain." He threw a switch and the TARDIS began to make the whooshing noise that signaled its movement.

Before they knew it, the TARDIS was back on the ground and the Doctor was rushing out. Sam and Dean looked at each other; each one trying to judge if the other knew what was going on.

Sam just shrugged. "We should probably follow him."

The boys stepped out to realize that they were still in London, just considerably later in time. The cars kind of gave it away. The Doctor was a few feet away opening and closing the phone as if that was going to make someone contact him faster.

"So what's up Doc?" Dean chuckled lightly and grinned like a five year old. He looked at Sam who was glaring. Dean coughed and regained composure.

"I'm supposed to meet my friend here. But he appears to be late."

"I'm not the one who's late."

The three men turned around to face a man with curly black hair in a long black coat.

"I'm not late. It's 9 AM. You said to meet you here at 9 AM."

"Yes. Three days ago."

The Doctor made an 'Oh' face before it turned back to the usual grin. "Sam, Dean. This is my friend Sherlock Holmes."