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The Winchesters stared in wonder. They'd seen a lot. A rabbit's foot that gave you luck (until you lost it), a coin that made an actual wishing well, a gold and ivory room with beer and hamburgers that materialized out of thin air. They had even seen heaven, though the memory was faint and the trip unforgettable for all the wrong reasons. But nothing, in all the worlds they visited, had the boys seen anything like this.
The TARDIS's orange glow radiated around them, casting an aura of warmth. It had oblong wall with ovals cast in the panels, a few feet away from the railings isolating the island-like center. The glass floor revealed a work space below, matching the complex mess of a machine in front of them. The copper dashboard was littered with glowing lights and alarm red handles and buttons onto top of buttons. It gave way to a column in the center that reached the ceiling. Two chairs were stationed in near the railings, both taken.
"I see Sherlock didn't scare you off," the shorter blonde man chuckled, stood and held out his hand, "John Watson. You're Sam and Dean, right?"
"Our reputation precedes us," Dean commented with a frown as he shook John's hand.
"Good, you're all getting acquainted!" The Doctor exclaimed as he walked up the ramp, "It rhymes! Sherlock and John, the Winchesters and Pon... ds. Okay, almost rhymes." He began fiddling with the controls, muttering about recalculating the time vortex.
"Wait, Pond?" Sam interjected, thinking of someone he had known a long time ago.
"Yep," the ginger answered, "Rory and Amy."
"Williams," Rory huffed, not noticing Sam go pale. His hands began shaking at the thought of a girl he hadn't seen since the days he traveled around with Dad.
"Hey, you okay?" Dean whispered, and Sam looked up like he didn't really see him.
"Uh, yeah, just did you say Amy Pond?" Dean got it. He looked at the girl with the same wide eyes.
"That's my name. What's it to ya, Mountain Man?" Sam began replying, but realized what she said.
"Did you just call me-"
"Mountain Man? Impressive stature, plaid shirt, shaggy hair-"
"This is going to be a long job," Dean grumbled, "Hey, Doctor... uh, Doctor..."
"Just the Doctor," Sherlock and the Doctor said at the same time.
"Okaaay..." he trailed off and gave Sam his What the hell? look. "Uh, Doc, let's get this show on the road." He missed Rory and John grip onto the railing, didn't see Amy dig her fingernails into the leather chair, or even notice Sherlock sit in the now empty chair, balancing his hands in a prayer position near his mouth.
"Next stop, Baker Street!" The Doctor proclaimed, and spun a dial. The TARDIS shook and the pendulum in the center moved up and down, pumping the noise throughout the room. Sam fell forward into Amy, but Dean, who had still been standing on the ramp, slipped back and landed against the door with a crash. He sucked in a breath.
"It's a goddamn airplane. YOU DIDN'T SAY IT WAS A GODDAMN AIRPLANE!"
"John, I'm bored." The consulting detective was sprawled over the couch, spinning his gun with his finger. John briefly considered taking it, but sat in his armchair instead. Sherlock would only find something more dangerous to play with.
"The Doctor hasn't even been gone five minutes."
"Booored..." Sherlock moaned, then sat up. "Demons, John. Demons! Finally some excitement and you make tea!" John only raised an eyebrow, letting Sherlock get it out of his system. "Something better than a serial killer and you give in when a man with a bow tie says no. I suppose it'll be an easy case if the Doctor believes those Winchester idiots can solve it but still... Imagine the possibilities of a demon!" He flopped back against the sofa. "At least gravity still works," he spat, then popped back up, "Unless..."
"Sherlock, there's definitely still gravity."
"No, not that. Think about it. From what the Winchesters told us, do the demons seem stupid? No. No, no, no, no... They're clever. Oh, yes very clever. And if they wanted attention, how would they do it?"
"Stir up trouble, I suppose."
"Precisely. What harm did any of those demons do? Nothing. No one was killed. Sure, none of the men came back, but people go missing all the time. So what was the purpose? In that particular neighborhood? Only one interesting thing. Only one thing that is out of the ordinary." John's eyes widened as he caught up to Sherlock.
"Amy and Rory."
The TARDIS appeared in the middle of the Pond's living room. Dean and Sam walked out first, holding guns at the ready. Well, Sam did. Dean more of stumbled and looked a little green as he used all his self control to keep from kissing the ground. I am never getting on that damn death trap again. Once the room was secure, they signaled the Doctor. He followed behind, constantly scanning with his screwdriver.
He felt a little bad about sending Sherlock and John back to Baker Street. Once the Winchesters had explained to them all about demons, he had noticed how excited Sherlock had seemed. But death had a way of following the Time Lord, and he knew that the less people were involved, the better. He hadn't even let Amy and Rory leave the TARDIS. He wasn't sure why he had brought them along.
He really needed to stop lying to himself. He never fell for it. He knew exactly why. The Doctor hadn't gone to see the Ponds recently, and was worried about it. He missed them. And now this was so close to home... He was willing to let two men take over the job, with enough guns to start a war. The boys put him on edge. He disliked guns (especially when they were pointed at his companions) and the Winchesters had quite the affinity for them. Maybe he should tell them... An image of Amy and Rory smiling ran through his head and he set his jaw. He wouldn't lose them too. But he couldn't help his tenth generation surfacing when he warned, "Make sure you don't hit any of the neighbors with those."
"Doc, this isn't our first rodeo," Dean assured him, "Go into the kitchen and see if you can find any salt."
Sherlock paced back and forth, cell phone to his ear. The doctor had given him his number, but this was about the fourth time Sherlock had called without receiving a response. "He's probably too busy stroking the TARDIS," he muttered. He was already in his scarf and coat, dressed to go the second the TARDIS arrived. "John, are you ready? We need to-" He froze, the sight of a gun twisting his stomach. Guns had never frightened him. In his line of work, one had to regard them with a respect, but nothing more. Even when Moriarty had threatened John at the pool, he had been scared of the result, but not the guns themselves. But Sherlock now knew fear of a firearm. Because this time, it was in the hand of Mrs. Hudson.
"Hello Sherlock. Sorry, but I have to cancel your plans." She grinned and her eyes flicked black.
A man walked into the Pond residence, whistling. "I know you're here," he sang, and heard the door creak behind him. He whirled around, blasting the figure behind him. Dean flew against the wall and hung there, his pistol flying from his hand. There's one, the demon smirked. He heard a shotgun cock behind him. Without hesitation, he grabbed the barrel of the gun and yanked it around, sending Sam flying. And there's two. He leaned over the dazed man and clamped his hands around his trachea. The human coughed and sputtered, and attempted to claw his hand away. The demon cackled. "Pathetic." He was going to say more when he was so rudely interrupted. Three? The Doctor had dumped the gallon of holy water on the demon. His eyes turned black and he hissed. Letting go of Sam's throat, he turned to the Time Lord. The Doctor scrambled backwards and bumped into the wall behind him. The demon moved to punch him, but ran into an invisible wall. The Doctor smiled, and straightened his bow tie. "Well, that's encouraging." He flipped over the corner of the carpet, revealing the devil's trap underneath.
"You dick," the demon spat.
"Harsh words from the demon who stole a body. Now." He walked over and hoisted Sam, who was still panting, off the floor. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh yes, I'll tell you because suspenders are so extremely frightening," The demon crossed his arms and chuckled.
"It's not him you have to worry about." Dean held up the combination of holy water and salt he'd concocted for days like this. "Listen here, I'm not in a mood to chat. Personally, I want to get back to America and my car, so I'll make it quick." He toss half of the jug at demon, who screamed and began smoking. "What's happening here? Crowley? Or are you one of Lucifer's few supporters?" The demon only laughed at him.
"You think you're worse than the treatment I'll get if I squeal? No, I'll take hell anyday."
"Who said we were sending you to hell?" Sam inquired, and threw a knife to Dean. The demon paled.
"That's not-"
"Oh, that's exactly what it is," Dean assured him, "You have three seconds. One..."
"Guys, lets think this through. You seem like sensible gentlemen, how about we come up with an alternate solution-"
"Two..."
"Come on. Doctor, I've heard about you. You show mercy." The Doctor glared at him.
"Next time, don't go near my companions."
"Three." Dean lunged forward with the knife. The demon ducked out of the way and cried, "Ibetyoudon'tknowaboutyourfriends!" Dean froze and backed out of the devil's trap.
"What about them?"
"An order went out to deal with any nuisances. I was told to go after you, but my partner, he was told to go to London. He was going to Baker Street or something."
"Sherlock and John. We need to go." The Doctor sprinted out of the living room back to the TARDIS. "I'll start the engine!" Sam and Dean glanced at each other, and Dean tucked the knife into the waistband of his pants. They turned to leave.
"Wait, I told you about your friends. You can't just leave me here!" Sam stepped inside the TARDIS but Dean looked back.
"I'm sure Crowley will get here soon enough." He followed Sam and the door slammed shut.
"NO! I TOLD YOU! YOU CAN'T JUST-"
His screams were drowned out by the noise of the TARDIS as it disappeared.
"John, you get in here too, or I'll put a bullet through your boyfriend's head." John sighed, and did as she said, holding his hands up above his head and muttering about not being gay.
"Positive?" The demon chuckled. "From what I've seen..." She winked. "I'd love to continue our chat but business is business. Only question is, who to shoot first?" The gun teased them, aim switching between Sherlock's and John's heads. The demon smirked as the gun settled on John. "You shouldn't even be here. Sherlock would still be a hopeless druggie and then you had to go and get shot. This all happened because of you, you know. And now, it will end with you." But next, too many things happened at once.
First, the TARDIS noise exploded in the flat. Second, Sherlock reached out and snatched the gun from the demon. Third, the gun went off, bullet flying into the wall next to the spray painted smile and John hit the deck. It was a good thing the neighbors had gotten used to Sherlock's antics ages ago, or someone would have called the police.
"Get out of her!" Sherlock ordered. He pointed the gun at the demon, who'd fallen to the floor. She cackled.
"All you'll do is kill the housekeeper. Go ahead and try." The TARDIS solidified, and the Winchesters walked out. "Well, it seems that's my cue. Talk with you boys real soon."
"Don't let him-" Dean began, running toward the fallen woman, but the demon had already smoked out.