AU : My greatest apologizes for the delay ; my dad had an accident and had to go to the hospital, and since tuesday it's very complicated at home because he has one hand he can't use at all, and he has difficulties to walk and stuff. So again I'm sorry, but here's Chapter 5 !

Oh, and I forgot the Disclaimer.. So here it is : No character from Doctor Who, Sherlock or Supernatural belongs to me (but i'll do anything i can to solve that problem^^)

Reply to (the) review :randomcupofnoodles : thank you very much, it really pushes me to write more ! :)

Enjoy !

Chapter 5 - Of Fallen Angels and Time Lords

"Oï" the Doctor shouted to the door. He got up and prepared himself for another timey-wimey journey, but an old lady cut him in his programing of the device. She was short, with slightly curl light-brown, almost grey hair. She seemed a bit disturbed, and seeing the way her chest waved, had been running to open the door.

"Oh dear !" she said, looking at the damage he had done to the door. "That's very rude, young man. They don't learn you to knock, where you're from ?"

"Sorry, ma'am. I'm the Doctor. Sorry for your door. What's your name ?" he asked, trying to seem polite and interested.

"That's better. I'm Mrs. Hudson." She twiddled the splinters in the door, grimace but tried to gather herself. "So. What do you want ?"

"Uh..." The Doctor had no idea what he was supposed to say, since he absolutely didn't know what he wanted. "I'd like... to go inside ?"

The woman sighed and rolled her eyes. "So you're with this man, huh, Castiel ? I knew, I knew he wasn't alone and he would have backups ! But Sherlock isn't going to surrender to... to whatever you want him to do !"

The Doctor tried to follow her thinkings. So a man -Castiel- had presented himself earlier, and he wanted to meet "Sherlock". Who was this man, who were these men, he had no idea. But statistics told him there was about 99% of chances that the strange weapon signal came from here.

"Uh, no," he said. "I don't know this Castiel, but I have to see Sherlock for a matter of the highest importance."

The old lady sighed. "After all, one or two, what's the difference ?" she asked, but the question was more addressed to herself than to the Doctor.

Just when the Doctor was about to step inside, two men irrupted from the stairs. One was tall, pale, with black curly hair and high cheekbones. He seemed genuinely bored by the Doctor's arrival.

The other one was a bit shorter, with very nice hair, the Doctor noticed, almost the same as his previous incarnation. The most remarkable feature about his face was that he looked so perplexed. He observed the Doctor for two seconds and tilted his head on his right side, like a little boy, or a lost puppy.

"Hi," the Doctor said, waving his hand, "I'm the Doctor."

They were sitting in the living room, Castiel and the Doctor on one of the couches and Sherlock on the other one.

"So." The detective said. He opened his mouth wider, but seemed to change his mind. He turned to Castiel. "Explain him. But don't talk too loud. I have to think."

The others exchanged a shocked look but didn't say anything.

"Uh..." Castiel said, obviously not knowing where to begin. "Why did you come here, anyway ?"

The Doctor sighed ; obviously, he'd have to explain everything if he wanted to find the alien weapon. "I'm the Doctor, I'm a Time Lord from the lost planet Gallifrey, I travel in space as well as in time with my Tardis, and I found a signal for an alien weapon. Well, I don't really know if it's a weapon, but it wasn't forged on Earth."

Even if he'd been faking disinterest, Sherlock suddenly turned to them. "Not on Earth, you said ?" he repeated.

"Exactly," the Doctor said. "And since Earth is a level five planet, following the laws of the Shadow Proclamation, no alien... stuff can be publicly exposed. It's dangerous to show people what they aren't ready to understand."

"What's the Shadow Proclamation ?" asked Sherlock, while Castiel just said : "I know what it is you're searching."

"What ?" the other two said, turning to Cass.

"I have... something in my possession that was forged in Heaven."

The Doctor sighed. Okay, he had found two fools. Again. He had no time to lose, since the Judoon could already be on road to find the weapon. They were the armed force of the Shadow Proclamation, and the Time Lord really didn't want to face them again.

"Heaven ?" the Doctor asked.

"That's right, I didn't explain anything about myself to him," Castiel said to Sherlock.

"Proceed," he replied, "And wake me up when you two are done." And without any other words, he turned himself on the couch and closed his eyes.

"I'm Castiel," the man said as the Doctor was watching him in disbelief, "And I'm a angel of the Lord."

The doctor froze, and horrible feeling growing inside him. The man looked like... well, a man, but he didn't seem human. Not completely. Could the weeping angels be planning an invasion of Earth ?

"An angel ? Does it happen to you to... weep ? Have psychopathic tendencies ? Hide your face with your hands ? Travel in time ?" the Doctor asked, slowly taking his sonic screwdriver out of his jacket pocket.

"Uh... Not that I am aware of," Castiel said. He sounded a bit perplexed.

The Doctor quickly scanned him and was soon reassured ; the man was definitely not made of stone. In fact, is outer body was human, but what was inside wasn't. Seeing the data the device gave him, the Time Lord could conclude the angel said the truth ; he had something withe, brilliant, inside him. And it was alive.

"What... is that ?" the Doctor asked.

"What is what ?"

"This... brilliant, withe, glowing thing inside you."

"Oh." The angel seemed proud, ashamed and shy, everything at the same time. "It's my Grace. It's... me. My angelic part."

"Ah." The Doctor said, trying to process the information.

"So ; I was trying to explain this to you ; you know, stories, legends about vampires, werewolves, ruguarus, witches, faeries... Everything's true."

"What ? No... Aliens do exist, but legends are just legends. Well, not all the time, one day I met this big whale that lived underneath a starship." The TIme Lord was about to tell everything that had happened on the Starship U.K., but a loud bang interrupted him. It sounded like a door bursting open. He then heard two sets of foot climbing the stairs, while the voice of Mrs. Hudson was loudly protesting.

The second door opened brutally, and the Doctor immediately recognized the two men that had passed before him, pursuing the thing that had bitten him. Recalling that memory remembered the Doctor that the thing could've been a vampire. It had been night ; it had drank his blood...

The tall one was very tall. The Gallifreyan wasn't used to lift his head to watch people in the eyes, but with this one he would have to. His hair were long and flappy, the Doctor felt a bit jealous. The shorter one wasn't so shorter ; in fact, he was at exactly the same high as the Time Lord, but much larger.

His reflexions were cut when he took a splash of water in the face.

"What was that for ?" he asked, shaking his face and sending droplets everywhere.

"To see f you're a demon..." The shorter one began. "Or not," he finished, seeing that it hadn't affected the Doctor. "I'm Dean Winchester, and he's my brother, Sam," he said while giving him a short silvery knife.

"I explained him everything about the supernatural," Castiel said to the one named Sam, " But he doesn't want to give up. He said he would help us, no matter what happens."

"But I'll need John," Sherlock replied, sounding confident.

"Who's John ?" the angel and the Winchester asked, while Dean shouted "He's not human !"

The Doctor had been asked to cut himself to see if "he was on of the bad guys", as Dean had said. He didn't know what was supposed to happen, but he obviously hadn't passed the test. As soon as he had seen his red, sligthly orangy blood, Dean had jumped on him, pinning the Time Lord on the ground. The Gallifreyan struggled, but the Winchester obviously wasn't a debutant fighter. He took the knife and pointed it on his throat.

"I could've told you that," the Doctor replied. "In fact, I've already told that to you friend here -Castiel. I'm a Time Lord, it means I come from the planet Gallifrey, or the Shining World of the Seven Systems. It also means I can travel in time and space with my time-travelling ship, the Tardis. Any questions ?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Are you planning on invading the Earth ?" Sam finally asked.

"Me ? No ! I'm trying to defend it ! And you're telling me there are angels, and demons, and witches ! Well, witches, I knew, in fact they're Carrionites, they're not at all gentle, but..." The Doctor stopped. Apparently, the knowledge he was giving them didn't interested them. They just wanted to know why he was there.

He explained everything, and the were talking about the murders when the door opened again. This time, it was a short man with blonde hair. He looked strangely normal. He caught everything in the piece in a single glance, then turned to Sherlock.

"Explain."

The detective seemed to enlighten. "This is Castiel, an angel directly fallen from Heaven, the giraffe is called Sam Winchester, next one is his brother Dean - they're hunters- and the last one with strange hair is called the Doctor, he's a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. We were discussing the fact that the series of murders was caused by supernatural causes, as such as vampires for the man who died just before you. I was about to tell them that it stinks the presence of Moriarty as well. In case you have any other question, do not ask."

The detective took his breath, then turned to the others. "This is Dr. John Watson, my... blogger."

The doctor in question blinked. "I'll... just make tea for everyone, okay ?" he said hesitantly.

Thanks for reading :)

I won't be updating again until the 15th of Augustus because I'm going to Greece with my school. We'll visit Parthenon and Athena Nikè and Santorini and Delphos and other things with our professors as guides. I can't wait, sometimes I'm literally bouncing everywhere! I'm so excited !

But we also will have a lot of bus and plane (I live in Belgium) so I'll try to write as much as possible (on paper, of course) and I'll rewrite everything on my computer when I'm back.

Ps: It seems that my chapters are becoming longer and longer ; please tell me if you want them shorter, as they are or longer :)