"Sherlock? Honestly Sherlock, where are you?" called John as he wandered back into the TARDIS with the Winchesters, the Doctor and Amy.

"Look, I have no interest in this whole business either, lets ask him to take us back home, our real home." He reasoned. Sherlock was just sitting in a chair with his hands under his chin.

"What?" John asked in surprise.

"Thinking." Sherlock replied.

". . .About?"

"The similarities that could still exist in this dimension." Sherlock replied annoyed. John raised his eyebrows but didn't challenge him.

"You can't find him anywhere." Dean informed him

"Thats helpful, Dean." Sam muttered.

"We could call him, but there's a good chance he may not even answer." Dean clarified.

"Why not try? I would help alot if you did." The Doctor asked earnestly.

"Hey Cas! You busy? I don't really care at the moment. I need you down here." Dean yelled, not bothering to look away from the doctor. The Doctor blinked.

Nothing happened.

". . .To bad. I have some questions, if you don't-"

The TARDIS shook a little bit as something hit the top of it with great force.

"Or not. . ." Mumbled Sam, heading out, followed by Dean. Cas stood beside the TARDIS covered in dirt, his eyes wide with embarrassment and shock.

"I couldn't come . . . I don't understand."

"What'd you mean?" Asked dean, helping Cas out of his coat and shaking the dirt off.

"I just. . . I don't. . . and there aren't any angel warding-"

"Alright, calm down. We found something weirder than that, so brace yourself." Dean said Helping him back into his coat.

"Your definition of weird is quite variable. . ." Cas said slowly, straightening his collar.

"Oh! Hello! You must be their Castiel, How good to meet you, I'm the Doctor, this is Amy, and Sherlock and John are inside but we can introduce them in a moment. How are you?" Exclaimed the Doctor practically prancing over. Castiel frowned at him in confusion.

"Hello. . .I'm fine. . .Sorry for breaking that." Said Cas pointing to the light atop the phonebox. It was shattered in places and bent slightly sideways. The Doctor sighed a long sigh.

"That's the fifth time this month. . ." He muttered

". . .Sorry. . ." Cas repeated.

"No, I'm good at fixing it now, shouldn't take me that long. Now, why don't you come inside, and we'll sort everything out."

"Inside that?"

"Yes, of course."

"With six other people."

" One, two, three, you, you, me, you. . . Yes, That'd be right." said the doctor counting.

"It's bigger inside." Sam informed him.

"Oh, okay." Said Cas, following the Doctor inside without a word.

"Well at least he's stable." muttered Dean.

Sherlock glanced up at them for a moment then closed his eyes again, ignoring them.

"This is Sherlock Holmes, and This is John Watson." The Doctor introduced.

"Hello." Cas said raising his hand a little.

"How are you?" Asked John reaching out to shake his hand.

"Fine. I cut my wrist open but I seem to be healing normally." Cas informed him in a casual tone. John, quite startled, looked at Cas's wrist as it the cut slowly shrinked.

"How remarkable!" He breathed.

"Yes, It is quite convenient. Most humans bleed out from that in less than ten minutes."

". . .Yes, I'd say that exactly right. I'm a doctor." John added.

"That's nice, you two. We have some things to set straight over here." Dean called over.

"Right." Cas said.

"Now, first of all, why are you even here?"

"Ah, A Silence somehow got into this alternate reality of yours. They're nasty creatures, the second you look away from them you have no memory of ever seeing them." The Doctor answered darkly.

"So how do you even know they exist?" Sam questioned.

"A bit of a long story. . ."

"What do they do?"

"Electrocute you, mostly." Amy answered with contempt.

"That would explain the scorch marks." muttered Sam.

"Why are they here?" Asked Dean

"Haven't the faintest." The Doctor admitted. They were all silent for a while.

"So. . . What do we do?" Asked John.

"I suppose we go and look for it."

"Are you nuts? We don't even know you guys well enough to go out hunting monsters, and still, we have to get the right weapons first, what kills it?" Asked Dean incredulously.

"Weapons! Not on my TARDIS, We'll do just fine with my screwdriver, improvisation and pure wit."

"Dean has A knife in his boot, one in his belt, a gun in his jacket, Sam has a knife in his boot, a gun in his belt, and a silver blade in his breast pocket, and I think one of them has poison." Cas said flatly. "And they come in very useful."

"Cas!" Sam snapped.

"What?"

The Doctor's jaw tightened.

"That's a little over precocious, wouldn't you say?"

"You should see what they have in the trunk." Cas said with a sigh.

"Cas. . ." Dean warned.

"I'm sorry, but no. I'm not on good terms with knives and guns, and I won't have that sort of thing just floating around the TARDIS." The Doctor said somewhat calmly.

"Then We'll be going." Dean said. "Because that's a load of crap."

"Some of you humans think carrying around a knife or a gun can give you respect and power, but your wrong. Peace is not achieved in that way."

"Oh, you think I carry them around because I have attention issues?" Dean spat walking toward him.

"You think we like having to go to bed with a gun under our pillow? I'd never touch a weapon again if peace was achieved by sitting around on our asses and sending hallmark cards to grandma." He snarled. "I don't need that crap from a friggin' alien in a bowtie."
"Dean. . ." Sam mumbled "Dean, like you said, we barely even know eachother."

The doctor didn't get angry for Dean rudeness. He looked at Dean with pity.

"I don't need this, Let's go Sammy." Dean snapped, whipping around. Sam sighed. "I dunno, I kind of want to figure this all out."

"You want to to fly around with these wackjobs in a box?" Dean asked

"Dean-"

"No, I'm not going to make you come, I'm just saying it's not like you."

"Thanks for reminding me what I'm like." Sam scoffed.

"I think we should look into it as well." Cas offered. Dean glared at him.

"Fine, but I'm driving, not flying." He said finally.

"No compliant. And no offense. . ." Sam said to the Doctor. The Doctor waved this away and wrote down an address on a napkin and handed it to Dean, who took it without making eye contact.

"I'll Come too." Sherlock said suddenly.

"What?" Asked Dean.

"Do you have room in your car for two extra?" Sherlock asked slowly to make sure Dean understood.

"Yeah, you'll have to sit in the back with Cas." Sam said.

"You're thinner than Cas, you sit in the back." Dean said.

"What? No, I'm just taller."

"Same thing right. Sit in the back Sammy."

"That's not the same thing at a-"

"Awesome, lets go." Dean said walking out. Cas looked surprised and joyful to have earned the front seat.

Sherlock quickly got the window seat, and Sam the other, leaving John squished in the middle.

"Sherlock Holmes. The Sherlock Holmes. In our car. Ignoring us." Sam said with a laugh. Sherlock shot him a look of contempt.

"Out of curiosity, what do the novels say about us?" asked John.

"You supposedly live in the twentieth century." Sam informed him.

"Wonder what that was like." John murmured to himself.

"Nice job smashing the roof, Cas." Dean said as he started the car.

"It was very unexpected." Cas said embarrassed. Dean grinned, then looked serious.

"We haven't heard from you in a while, everything okay?"

"Of course." Cas replied simply. "You just haven't called." Dean frowned and looked over at him.

"You do know you're allowed to come down even if we don't need help, right?" Dean asked. "We won't get annoyed at you for coming and going."

"uh, yes. . .I suppose." Cas said looking thoughtful.

"Your an idiot."

"Sorry."

"Nah, don't apologize. It just means your one of us." Dean said with a sigh.

Cas smiled.

"So, Monster that electrocutes people to death, leaving no remains other than a few flakes of charred meat. Any thoughts Sammy?"

"Search me. I've heard of things like it, but, This Doctor guy seems to know what we're dealing with."

"Yeah, well I don't trust him."

"I'm not saying I do either, Dean, But he did seem to know what he was talking about." Sam said. Dean sighed.

"Look, If you want us work with him, fine, I'll come with. But I'm doing the way we would on our own. And if he doesn't like it he can bite me."

"I don't think He understands why we can't afford to have that attitude toward weapons. Cut him some slack." Sam said tiredly.

"Well he's about to. I don't know what kind of lollipops and rainbows world he's used to, but this certain isn't it." Dean muttered.