SuperWhoLock Chapter 5

To Sam, he was looking at a man with a Bowtie, white buttoned shirt, brown jeans, and hair that was enveloping his forehead. To Dean, an escaped psychiatric hipster professor. Sam walked in front of Dean to confront the Doctor.

"Um, hello. I'm Sam, and this is Dean, we're-"

"Brothers! Yes, I remember what Castiel told me. Now, I see that you know of what's going on with this world. Am I right?" Sam nodded quickly. The Doctor turned back and paced in thought for a second.

"Wait right there!" The Doctor ran through the boys, and vanished in the crowd. About 5 minutes later, the Doctor's back, but with a wet sandy beige jacket.

"Um," Dean said, "what just happened?"

"I quit. Can't save the world while playing with toys, now can I? But don't worry about the shop. I recommended a woman for my replacement. She's quite nice, and loves children." Dean shrugged off his confusion with the Doctor's spontaneousness.

"Ok... So, Cas told me and my brother, that you can help us," Dean commented.

"Yes! I shall help, 'cause that would be the most smart thing to do, now is it? Also, I can't help but notice how tired you boys look. Not you Ponds, you always look rather nice," the Ponds smirked at the comment, "is everything alright? If not, then I have more good news to turn that frown of yours." The gang turned their attention to the Doctor.

"There's another man that I know of that can help. He's in London right now, that's the good news. The bad news is: I don't know where exactly. However, it'll be worth finding him." Sam's eyes widen with the sudden good turn of events.

"Well, what's the name of this guy?!" Sam asked.

"Ok, his na-" the Doctor was cut off by the sparks of light going off above them. Along with the aisles of toys dominoeing on top of each other, the gang heard piles of screams, crying from children and babies, and adults crying out for their kids. Everyone had their heads down to cover their faces. Dean and Sam looked up at the Doctor, and saw him signaling for them to get out of the store. Dean nodded, and pulled Sam to the back. They looked back, and saw the Ponds and the Doctor running to the front. They weren't able to stick with the gang. Amy and Rory tried talking to each other, but the chaos made it difficult to hear anything. They questioned what type of malfunction could've caused that. Although the Doctor, being on the same page as them, knew that it wasn't an accident. Someone was spying on them, one step ahead. He knew he had to find this man as fast as possible. He needed Sherlock.

...

An hour later, the Ponds and the Doctor were at the park, organizing their thoughts as to what has happened.

"So this guy, Sherlock, is in London now. How do we find him? Amy asked.

"Well, right now, he told me his friends think that he's dead, so we can't go to anyone for help," the Doctor answered. The gang just sat there on the flat rock, looking at the fountain. Rory caught the cherub statues on it, and shivered with discomfort. He doesn't know why, but he does. The Doctor tried to remember the conversation he had with this Sherlock. It was about 2 months ago (or about 6 months to the Doctor). He tried to think of every possible place he could've hid, or anything he might've be doing would've been useful too. Probably somewhere with a low profile, with a lot of civilians. The Doctor started to think.

If I were living in a way the Ponds thought I was dead, I would keep going. Moving. Running. It'd be quite simple since not everyone knows me. The Doctor started drumming the rock with his fingers.

"He wouldn't stay in one place. No, he seemed like a smart man," The Doctor says out loud.

"Well, Doctor, is there any place he would visit?" Rory asked. The Doctor looked up in excitement.

"Oh, Good thinking Rory! You clever boy!" The Doctor came in to kiss Rory. Rory tightened his lips to take in what just happened.

"So, in the box we go?" Amy asked.

"Yes, come along Ponds. Time for you to meet a friend." The trio leaped into the police box, and in less than a second, they re-opened the door to see that they're in a cemetery.

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Sam and Dean waited in the alleyway of the city for Castiel. It's been a couple of hours, and no sign of him.

"Where the hell are you, Cas?" Dean mumbled under his breath.

"Look, Dean, I think we should start working with that demon. I'm pretty it caused the whole parade in the toy store. We need a way to track him," suggested Sam. The boys eventually started walking around town, and began thinking of a plan to find the demon.

"Look man, I think we should go back to the motel. Hanging around here isn't helping us. Also, if he is watching us and the Doctor, I think it's best to stay in the room to keep a low profile. Well, lower than this anyways." Dean gave it some thought for a sec, and agreed. As they turn away, they saw the man that they were chasing before, "Dean! Look!" Sam whispered loudly.

"I got it. Ok, you go back, and I keep forward to lure the dude, and-" Sam interrupted, "Um, Dean, he saw us, and... he's running!" As they see the tall trench coated man run in the crowd, Dean gave his plan another two seconds of thought.

"Ok, change of plans: After him!"