Hi! Sorry it's been a while i just haven't had time! this one is relatively long compared to most of the others so enjoy! this one is where the plot really starts to evolve. again reveiws appreciated!
Sherlock looked around at the people he was in the TARDIS with and started to deduce them one by one as they rushed past him. First there was Amelia, long red hair, Scottish accent but she clearly had not been there in a while, she'd been rushed out of her home in a panic with her husband, the man with the wedding ring, when he'd first seen her she'd been dressed in clothes from the 1930's, clothes from the era, not cheap re-makes. Rory, tall, English, had known Amelia for a long time, giving the impression that they had grown up together, story much the same as Amelia. Clara, small, worried, still in awe of the TARDIS even though she'd so obviously been with the Doctor long enough to be comfortable with it. The Winchesters, brothers, obviously, searching for something, one knows about the Doctor, has even met him, and clearly likes Clara, the other, confused and way too preoccupied with something closer to his heart than to be bothered with something to do with someone he's never met but still goes along with it for his brothers sake. Sherlock's eyes skipped to John, John who was following the others like he knew and cared about the Doctor, John who had been dragged here and had only heard of the Doctor once. Sherlock stood up and brushed down his coat before walking over to John. "I'm sorry" he said from behind him.
"You're what Sherlock?" John said mockingly.
"Don't make me repeat myself," Sherlock said in monotone. "Flick this one." He said, leaning over John and flicking a small switch on the TARDIS controls. "The Doctor used it to stabilise the TARDIS when I was last here." He said, remembering the day, he could still hear John calling his name, but he had done it for good reason, he reminded himself, he'd gotten too big, too well known.
Suddenly they heard Amelia scream from the other side of the room. The two men turned their heads in a second, to see Amelia standing over an unconscious Sam. The room went black and Sherlock felt his head hit the floor.
Everything was dark when Dean awoke in a cold room, he felt claustrophobic though there were no walls surrounding him, everything just continued into the darkness. He reached out to feel for the ground but there was nothing, no floor. He was lying on pure darkness; he heard heavy breathing to his left and turned to see Sam, who had gone down first, curled in a ball, his knees to his chin. "Sammy" Dean tried to speak but no matter how loud he tried to shout nothing came out, he reached out to Sam but his hand fell through him. Dean looked to his right and saw Sherlock and John still unconscious, floating in mid-air he reached out to touch Sherlock's shoulder but again his hand fell through. "Sherlock? John?" he attempted to say but yet again nothing came out. In front of him, he soon noticed was Clara and behind him Amelia and Rory, What the hell?, he thought as his hand fell through each of them. Then a voice spoke to him from inside his own head, Doctores amici veniunt et eunt/vocat iam maximum/quos ei debebat/ones quod potest salvare eum/Doctoribus amicis non potest stare sed./Qui vocati sunt, ut loquar ad te/Alios salvos facit nisi qui potes? The poem ran around Dean's head as he whispered it out loud in English, this time his voice echoed through the darkness "The Doctors friends come and go/ and now he calls upon the strongest/ the ones that owe him/ the ones that can save him/ but The Doctors friends can never stay/ To the ones who have been called upon I speak to you/ how can you save the man who saves others?"