"Ughhh" I groaned, opening my eyes. A bright light and a face swam in front of my vision, causing me to shut my eyes again.

"She's awake guys!" Someone called. I kept my eyes closed, gathering the state I was in without using them. My whole body was sore as if I'd been used as a punching bag, but there were no sharp pains. Castiel must have done a solid job healing me.

"Hey, Lucy, how are you feeling?" There was a person squatting beside me, smoothing the hair on my forehead.

I opened my eyes more slowly this time, allowing them to take in the brightness of… wherever I was. I tilted my head upwards a little to find Sam above me. It took another moment for my brain to process that he'd asked me a question, and one more moment to formulate a response. "Groggy, but nothing hurts anymore."

I pushed myself up with my arms and, upon finding that my body didn't protest, decided to stand. I rose to my feet and took in the surroundings. Curved walls, metal grate floor- I was back in the TARDIS. It looked like cross between a celebration and an intense conversation between everyone in here. What drew my attention was Dean and Cas. Dean was holding a half-drunken beer and hovering near Castiel, who seemed to be the center of attention. At least until I had woken up.

The soles of my boots clicked, echoing through the abruptly silent TARDIS, as I walked over to Castiel, passing by Dean and an empty beer bottle on the floor. I doubted Sam would have had a drink while I was out, so Dean must be on his second. If they ended up staying in my universe, I was going to nip Dean's drinking habit in the bud before it got out of hand. Standing in front of Castiel was intimidating. I had always pictured him as a short, adorable assbutt, which was entirely not the case. Cas was taller than me by nearly a head. While not quite muscular as the Winchesters (though he would probably look similar to Dean if his clothes fit better), Cas wasn't scrawny either. He had the body of a triathlon competitor: a runner's and biker's legs (as least from what I could tell) and a swimmer's shoulders. I could imagine that he had a steady hand just as a natural trait from being an angel. However, in his trench coat standing next to everyone else, he looked confused. Of course he hid it fairly well, but I could tell that he just wanted someone (probably Dean, because he kept glancing over at the hunter) to explain what was going on.

Cas shifted slightly under my stare to glance at Dean, who wasn't paying attention at the moment. He looked back at me, meeting my stare with intense focus. My blank face broke into a smile as I pulled the angel into a tight hug. Cas stood still for a moment, not sure how to respond, before awkwardly returning the embrace.

"Thank you Castiel. You save my life." I whispered into his ear, so that only he could hear me.

"It was… no problem." He responded in a gruff voice. I pulled back from the hug and watched as Cas looked over at Dean for the third time in a minute. "Why isn't he talking to me, Lucy? Did I do something wrong?"

I peeked at Dean, who was watching Cas with a suspicious eye. "He hasn't met you yet." Castiel must have been pulled from a later period in the show, meaning that he knew Dean but Dean didn't know him. My heart sank for the angel as I realized all those implications.

"That would explain why he plunged a knife into my chest." Castiel stated, looking down at his chest where his heart was or rather where Jimmy Novak's heart was. I'm not entirely certain if angels have hearts, because they were in essence a bright light, and lights don't really need organs.

"That would probably explain it." I pulled Cas in for another hug, but just a quick one this time. One to imply my sympathy and sorrow for the situation he's been placed. "I'm sorry Castiel, but whatever you and Dean had" (I hoped that I was reading his emotions right) "you can get it back. It just might take some time. But this is a new place, so maybe it will turn out even better?"

"But I'll know parts of his fate that he hasn't experienced for himself yet. It would be dangerous to interact with him. I might inform him of an event that hasn't taken place. It could alter the future."

"Trust me Cas," I said with a little laugh. "I know exactly how you feel." The angel tilted his head and squinted at me.

"Come on. Let's sit you down and explain the situation." I tugged on Castiel's elbow leading him to the middle of the room. I caught Sam's eye and motioned for him to come over. John and Sherlock saw us congregating from across the room and walked over to join the conversation. Soon enough the seven of us were all sitting in a circle on the floor of the TARDIS. I was between Castiel and Sam. Dean was on the other side of Cas. He kept glancing at the angel. Their knees kept brushing against each other, I couldn't tell if it was intentional on their of their parts, but it gave me hope that they could regain the bond they had lost. John and Sherlock were sitting together, John next to Sam and Sherlock next to the Doctor. I took a moment just to smile broadly. All of these characters I had looked up to, they were my friends now. How much more blessed could I be?

"Right so first thing first. We should explain what's going to Castiel here." I started, throwing a friendly arm over Cas's shoulder.

"No, I think we should talk about who, what, Cas is. I stabbed him with a knife… to the heart! And all he did was look down in surprise." I stared blankly hunter, thinking, Oh Dean, use your head, I've been alluding to Cas on and off since we met. I've mentioned his name once in conversation already, and twice I called him your little angel.

"Fair enough. Do you want to introduce yourself Cas?" I looked at the angel. His eyes were wide as he stared at us all. I wondered if he could already tell what a strange group this was by his angel mojo.

"Hello," he said slowly. "I am Castiel, and I am an angel of the Lord."

We all looked toward him, expecting him to continue. But Cas fell silent and continued to watch us, trying to gage a reaction.

"Right," I said after a moment. Giving the angel a little pat on the shoulder, I whispered, "Good job, Cas." Mentally, I gathered all the information I knew about him and shifted through it for the relevant bits. "Cas is from the same show as Sam and Dean. As he said, he's an angel of the Lord, so he's really powerful. He's… one of the good guys." I finished lamely.

"How could you be an angel? Angels don't exist." Sherlock scoffed immediately, looking at Cas. I wished I could look into his head, and see all the deductions he was coming up with.

"And two days ago, you said aliens and ghosts weren't real either," the Doctor retorted with a grin. He was leaning back on his hands, lifting one occasionally the push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

"True…" The baritone voice droned. Personally, I was surprise Sherlock hadn't exploded at all. His personality demanded facts and consistencies. Aliens, ghosts, and now angels? They were outside of his realm of the ordinary world. My guess was that he had categorized this universe in its own bubble that had both normal human relations and odd occurrences that happened, which just unmistakably fit into place with the natural order of things.

"Being an angel would explain how you smote all those demons and healed Lucy," Sam added, looking at Cas. I could see the gratefulness in the hunter's eyes, and it made me blush just a bit.

"Right, so now we all know about you, more or less, but you know nothing about us." I started, shifting how I was seated, so I was directly facing Cas. Coincidently, my back was pressing against Sam's leg…. But it was a complete accident. Not like I was actively trying to touch Sam. No, of course not.

"I know more than you give me credit for, Lucy." Castiel interrupted.

"Okay then, tell us what you know." I prompted, now leaning against Sam's shoulder. He didn't seem to mind, though.

"You're name is Lucy Peverall. They are Sam and Dean Winchester, I know them well." Castiel paused a moment here as he glanced at Dean, hoping to see some sort of recognition in his face. If anything, though, Dean only looked more confused as he stared back at the angel with large green eyes. I could see Cas's face crumble as he turned back to me. Do angels have hearts? I wondered again. One look at those blue eyes, and I realized, They must, because Cas's was breaking. He took another look around the circle, naming each person in turn, "The Doctor, although your real name is hidden somewhere beyond what I can see." The Doctor, nodded not questioning how Cas knew.

"John Hamish Watson, both a soldier and a doctor. You've been braver than some of the angels I know." John straightened his back and smiled a little while thanking the angel.

"And Sherlock Holmes, a man who is prideful and arrogant, who believes himself better than everyone else, yet ought to be grateful to have a friend steady and humble enough to support the both of you." Sherlock glanced quickly at John then back at Castiel. I saw his eyes flicker to Dean momentarily, obviously putting it all together.

"I am a very lucky man to have John Watson as a friend," Sherlock replied. Normally, he would have thrown an insult, but the detective must have identified Cas as an equal. Someone who could see all the ties in humanity that no one else could, and felt the same way as Sherlock did. Only he was quieter about it.

"I know Sam and Dean, but the rest of you are not familiar. There's something… different about you all." He tilted his head, squinting his eyes as he examined all of us again. Really, it was a pain to reign in my fangirling sometimes.

"That's where I'll do some explaining then," I jumped back into the conversation. Sam's shoulder was still supporting my back, but I really didn't feel like moving, so I just stayed as I was sitting as Cas turned his gaze back to me.

"We're from different universes. There was a time rip in my universe. It was naturally occurring, but apparently it just got stretched really thin pulling you all through. Everyone here, besides myself, are from television shows that I watch. You, Sam, and Dean are from Supernatural. John and Sherlock are from a show named Sherlock. And the Doctor is from Doctor Who. As far as we can figure you all were pulled from your universes into mine. None of us really know how exactly, or if it can be reversed." I paused a second, wondering if anyone else had thought ahead to this point already. "I'm not sure if it can be reversed or not, but I saw the time rip, knit itself back together after the demon possessing Mr. Eddie went through it. That leads me to think that maybe it can't be, but the Doctor will be able to figure that out better than I can." The Doctor nodded from where he was sitting, twiddling with this sonic screwdriver. "Furthermore, as much as I'm thrilled to meet you Cas, your appearance does bring other worries to mind. I don't think you would have heard me if you were still in your universe. That means you must have slipped through, the rip as well, but… not in the center of the storm." Sam shifted in understanding of what I said, because he had wondered that out loud not more than two or three hours ago. "No offense Cas, but you aren't a main character in Supernatural. You're about as close to being a main character as you can get, and although you will be soon, you aren't one yet," season nine was premiering… twelve days? Jeez, I had nearly lost count of the days with all of this excitement. "That means that not only did the main characters get sucked into my reality, but probably all the secondary characters and the villains did too."

"Mrs. Hudson? Molly? …Moriarty?" John asked his eyes wide.

"I think so," I replied, nodding solemnly. There was a collective pause as everyone realized the magnitude of this situation. If I was right, and I was truly hoping I was wrong, then my reality would be under seige by not only demons, but also a consulting criminal, possibly the Master, Daleks, Cybermen, angels, Lucifer, and others. It would be impossible to know, who slipped through. And even more impossible to get them all back into their respective universes.

"We're going to have to stay in your reality, aren't we?" Sam finally asked over the weight of the silence and thoughts.

"At least until, we track everyone down." I replied, not daring to hope they would stay permanently.

"Actually" the Doctor piped up, running a hand nervously through his hair. "The rip has already closed, meaning the surrounding space-time fabric has returned to its normal shape. It would be difficult to get back to our own universes now, let alone tomorrow. If we have to go find everyone we've ever possibly known, there will be no chance to get back."

"So we've got to pick one or the other?" Dean asked in a gravelly voice.

"Basically, yes. We have to pick one or the other."