SuperWhoLock Chapter 13

As Dean, Sam, John, and the Doctor walked out of the TARDIS, they saw that they were standing on pebble ground. Next to them was a lake, and across from that was a street full of racing cars.

"Hey, John, Doctor, why do you think Crowley wants to see you?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but don't worry. If anything goes wrong, we have Castiel looking after us. He'll see us, and help," Dean said.

"Well, Dean, I assume that it's significant to know why we're so important to this man. I think we should think of that first. By the way, I believe you called this Crowley man the 'King of Hell', why is that?" The Doctor asked.

"Well, obvious reasons for starters: he's the king of hell," Dean said.

"Isn't that the devil?" asked John.

"Um, no," Sam couldn't help but flinch with the memories of defeating Lucifer back then, "Lucifer. Lucifer's the one that you guys know as the devil here."

"Sam, are you alright? You don't seem settled with the plan," the Doctor asked.

"Yeah! I am. It's just, um... nothing. Sorry for making you worried," Sam answered. Sam caught Dean's worried eyes.

I'm ok, really. Let's just talk to this son of a bitch, and go, Sam thought.

You know that's not what I'm worried about. We'll find a way to stop this, ok? Dean thought. Sam looked away from Dean. He just sighed, and checked to see if his knife was still in his jacket.

As the four of them stopped, they waited to see any signs of life around them. John was expecting some crack in the ground to form of some sort, and then a man with horns comes out on a chariot. The Doctor, well, he was pretty much expecting anything. He was just reminding himself that no matter what, he'll get the information, and escape safely with everyone. The boys heard a car drive up behind them. They turned, and found that it was a black limousine. The driver got out, and opened the door to let someone walk out. It was a man with a black suit, and a light beard.

"Hello boys. Lovely night, isn't it?" the man asked.

"Crowley, why'd you call us? Oh, and before you say anything, we're not doing anything for you. The last time we did that, Cas nearly opened Purgatory," Sam said.

"Yeah, that Castiel. The bastard betrayed me, and stuck with you guys. Augh, the smell of the Impala always gets me. Disgusting. Anyways, boys, I've been monitoring you-" "You've been spying on us?!" Dean asked.

"Listen! We're on the same team here," Crowley said.

"Look, I don't care if you're on team Pattinson or Lautner. When it comes to you, things don't always end up in rainbows and sunshine," Dean said.

"Will you just shut your trap, and listen? Good! Now, I have an early christmas gift you boys," Crowley snapped his fingers, and the limo driver took out a wooden box from the car. He opened it, and gave Crowley the item that he took out. It was a gun. He laid the gun on the ground, and slid it over with his feet. Dean leaned over to pick up the weapon.

"The Colt?" Dean asked. The Doctor and John leaned over, interested as to how the weapon looked like.

"Yes," answered Crowley, "so you can kill the demon." The group became interested in the idea.

"Why don't you just kill him yourself?" Sam asked.

"We... have a history together. Back in hell. Oh, it was horrendous. Without him, you don't have to worry about any apocalypse, right?" Crowley said.

"So, we just take the gun, and use it on the demon? That's all?" The Doctor asked.

"Whoa, hold up, Doc. There's always something with this guy when it comes to deals," Dean warned.

"Do I need to slow down, and explain to you the idea? Colt. Demon. Man. Shoot. That simple really. Would you like a handbook?" Crowley said irritably. The gang looked at each other, and couldn't think of a reason to deny the offer.

"Good! Now, off you go to kill Sherlock, then." As Crowley was about to walk in the limo, John panicked in confusion.

"W-What?! N-No! I thought you meant for this gun to be used on Moriarty. Right?" John asked.

"Is there wax in your ears, or is there really no hope for you wankas to do one simple task? That's why I needed John here. Aren't you and Sherlock, like, dating or something? If you are, all the more easier! Just get close behind him, raise your gun, and," as Crowley ended his incomplete sentence, he mimed someone shooting themselves in the head.

"Come on, Winchesters, you never really trusted the man in the first place, now have you?" Crowley said. John looked at the brothers in shock, but then softened his look.

"Look, Dean, Sam, please. There has to be another way. Sherlock may be a demon, but he's still my friend. Please, he died because of Moriarty," John pleaded the boys.

"Well, why did you call for me, then?" the Doctor asked Crowley.

"Oh, well, I heard that Moriarty has a hankering for you. I even believe he escaped hell to meet you. A number one fan!" Crowley said, "I thought maybe you boys would like to know that. However, personally, I would just go easy, and just shoot the sociopath if I were you." Crowley walked into his limo finally, and the driver closed the door, and drove off.

"Why do you think Crowley wants Sherlock dead?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but we're not killing him, right?" John asked. Dean looked down to the gun, and shrugged off the pressure. He shook his head in confusion, and walked towards the TARDIS.

"Doctor, TARDIS please?" Dean asked. The Doctor nodded, tried to smile, and ran inside. As everyone got in, everyone held on to something. With the same cranial endangering ride, they got out to see the Ponds' house.

"What happened?" Amy ran to the TARDIS, and looked at the Doctor. The boys looked at each other, and Dean showed Amy the gun.

"It's the Colt that you were told of before," Sam said.

"Great," Rory walked by, "so, now we have a gun that can kill anything. That's something, right?"

"Yeah," John looked at Sherlock, who was waiting for everyone to get in the house, "I guess it is."