SuperWhoLock Chapter 8

"Ok, look Doc, he's a demon. How the hell can you trust this son of a bitch? Oh, and, if you don't mind, explain to me the blue... police... box thing while you're at it?" The Doctor took a minute to admire the Pond's house, and spun to face Dean again.

"It's my TARDIS," the Doctor answered. Rory stepped in to complete the explanation.

"It's bigger on the inside, as you saw a minute ago. It can take you anywhere through time and space." Rory placed his hands in his pockets, and, noticeably, stiffened his shoulders with the strange regrouping. He smiled awkwardly, and chuckled a bit to lighten the mood.

"Ok... Well, the bigger, and teleporting part I can see. However... where did it come from. Why would anyone have this, and what would they use this TARDIS thing for? Besides the obvious reasons of course," Sam asked.

"Well, to start, I'm a Timelord. I protect the Earth, and other parts of the universe, from any unwanted visitors harming you humans, or anything else that needs help really." John's attention was caught with the Doctor speaking so alien. He stepped out of the TARDIS and faced him.

"Excuse me, but I believe-" as always, the Doctor interrupted, and pushed everyone in the TARDIS blue house. Dean's patience was being tested, and decided to actually complete a sentence with the confusion in the air.

"Look man, or Timelord, whatever! I don't care if you came out of the end of the Death Star or some crap like that. Just freakin' tell us, may I ask, what the hell is going on! Here, I'll start: Apocalypse = Bad. We... have to DO something. We were busting our backs back there, trying to find you, and... I don't even know who you are!" Dean pointed his frustration towards Sherlock. Sherlock placed his jacket on the couch while keeping look out from the window.

"Dean, Sam, Castiel. I'd like you to meet Sherlock Holmes." The Doctor walked around in thought while picking up miscellaneous objects on the tables. Dean raised an eyebrow in suspense, waiting for another explanation.

"Wait... did he just say-" Sam joined the conversation, "Yeah. I think he did, but how-" Sherlock decided to further answer his identity, "Parallel universe. The fictional character in your series does not exist, but, as you can see, I do," Sherlock shut the curtains, and faced the brothers, "Or, as the Doctor explains it, a Timey-Wimey effect, for you to understand." Sam and Dean look at eachother in offense. Amy walked in the living room from the kitchen with further questions.

"Ok, boys. So, the end of the world, that's what's happening. Any more questions in your little therapy session?" Amy said.

"Yes. Um, how did you guys know about the apocalypse?" Sam asked.

"I came to Castiel for help because of the abnormal cases I've been getting around this time period, and... this lovely party happened afterwards." Castiel finally joined with news on the demon.

"Yes. Balthazar and I obtained exceptional news about the demon. Here, we have a picture," Castiel handed the Doctor a printed paper of a man. The Doctor turned it around, sniffed it, and examineed it even further. Nothing of course. John stared at him with a questionable expression.

"Do you know anything about this, Sherlock?" The Doctor handed Sherlock the picture, and Sherlock sighed in shock.

"We know of this man's face, as you see from the obtained picture. However, we don't have a n-" "Moriarty..." Sherlock said. Rory came out of the kitchen to join the conversation (with it finally getting somewhere). John was shocked seeing Moriarty, for he thought he was dead as well. Sherlock picked up the look, and nodded at him, telling him he'll explain later.

"James Moriarty. I believe he's the one that caused the destruction in the toy store."

"So, you both are demons?" Sam asked. Sherlock nodded.

"Ok, so... we got a name, and an occupation. Now, all we gotta do is track him down to see what seal he might break next," Dean said. The Doctor's been noticing the tension between Sherlock and John, and pieced the puzzles together.

"Rory, Amy, Sam, Dean, Castiel... I believe it's time to go investigate. Let's chat in the other room, shall we?" The Doctor said, "Don't worry. Sherlock and John have their own jobs to do, since they are the only ones who knows what this... demon, is. Now, come along!" The Doctor walked to the kitchen, as everyone gave up and followed him. Sherlock and John took in the silence that formed in the room. Sherlock was looking at John for an ice breaker.

"Well... you're alive. That's just bloody fantastic. It's just... demons-"

"I know, John."

"We all thought you were dead."

"I know-"

"Then how the hell are you here? I kinda figured out that you actually died. I understand that, but what the hell is all... this?!"

"John..." Sherlock looked away for a bit. He sensed John's annoyance for his passive behavior, and faced him.

"I... I was in hell, John," Sherlock answered. John softened his stare, and leaned in for further details.

"I... I managed to escape." John was about to say something, but is then struck by a logical response to Sherlock's comment.

"... Hell exists?!" John shouted.

"John, please! And... yes. You heard what that man said back at the alley way. I escaped hell. For that, I am a demon. Same thing with Moriarty, I suppose. I'm also shocked about him breathing again." There's an awkward pause here that's filled with John's constant shuffling in his seat.

"I'm... just trying to take in that hell exists. Along with demons. So... how long have you been... alive?"

"In hell, I believe time moves differently. It felt about a year. I've been... alive, for about a few months now. Mostly through the whole time you guys thought of me deceased. I saw you at my grave the first day." John looked at Sherlock in anger and annoyance.

"You really are a selfish bastard now aren't you?"

"Wh-"

"We thought you were dead. I mourned your death, Sherlock! Why is it so difficult for you to come to me for help, because, obviously, it looked like you needed it for the past few months or so! So why-"

"Because it would endanger you, and everyone!" Sherlock yelled. John listened for further explanations.

"I have been hunted by other demons, John. You think I would drag anyone, idiotically, like that?" John sighed, and leaned back on the chair.

"Do you still... want to stay? Even though I'm a devil's maid?" Sherlock waited for John to answer. He didn't know what he wanted to hear from him. He honestly didn't know what he wanted anymore, now that he's alive.

"I think... that I would stay with you no matter what, to be honest." Sherlock stared at John, astonished, with the response. He forced a slight smile, though it was hardly voluntary. The rest of the gang entered back into the room, with the Doctor jumping around as usual.

"Ok, kids! Get your equipment ready, because we're going to be playing a little game called, 'Who ya gonna call?" The Ponds answered the rhetorical question (though Rory only joining for his wife), "GHOSTBUSTERS!"