An awkward silence filled the room.
"So," Amy said eventually. "I take it, you didn't mean a weeping angel when you mentioned angels."
"Evidently not," the Doctor muttered, looking uncharacteristically take aback.
Castiel simply looked confused and gave the Winchesters a questioning look. "I heard Dean's calls, so I answered them," he said, as if it were obvious.
"So you're an Angel?" Amy asked. "An actual angel? Like of God?"
"Don't go thinking they're all pious and pure saints. sweetheart." Dean told her. "No offense Cas, but the majority of your siblings are complete shitheads."
"Please tell me, that's everyone that'll be dropping by tonight," Rory said. "Gods, hunters and now an angel, I'm really not able to deal with th-"
The TARDIS floor shook again, this time a lot more violently, throwing each her occupants across the room.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled. In some part of her mind that wasn't wincing in pain, Amy wondering how many times a day he cursed.
"What the hell just happened?" Sam asked, rubbing his bruising temples. Okay, thought Amy, maybe it's a family habit.
The Doctor winced. "She's trying to protect us, the clever, sexy thing she is."
"Sexy? You're talking about your tadris, aren't you?" Sam asked.
"TARDIS," the doctor corrected him. "Don't offend her."
"Don't insult a man's ride Sammy," Dean said, throwing the Doctor an apologetic smile, and shaking his head at Sam's foolishness.
"Oh, of course, you'd stand up for him, you and your Baby…"
"Hey, don't bring my Baby into this."
"Your car?" asked Rory, to which Dean nodded. "What model?"
"Chevy Impala '67," said Dean proudly. His car was one of the few aspects of his life he would take pride in."
Rory did a double take, and was fully prepared to launch into those typical car conversations boys have, before Amy silenced him with a glare.
River seemed to be the only passenger, who had her priorities sorted. "Protecting us? From what?"
"Loki's caught up with us."
A grim silence broke over the group, only to be broken by Sam.
"So, uh, where are we?"
The Doctor ran over to the door with the energy of a hyperactive child and poked his head outside. "London," he called out. "Early 21st century I believe."
"When are we not in 21st century England?" Rory muttered.
"Hold on." The Doctor said. "That's odd. That's really odd. Seems we've jumped through the rabbit hole. She's sent us through a crack; we're in a completely different reality." He paused and turned to Amy. "It's the universe you grew up believing in, until you met me."
"What?"
"The universe without the monsters and the mayhem," said the Doctor softly. "No aliens invading or demons rising. It's not a paradise. There are still wars and famine and suffering of course. But otherwise…nothing alien or supernatural."
Amy thought about this. What would life be like alongside the Doctor and Rory in a world that wasn't overrun by Daleks and whatnot? Just seeing the universe, taking in its beauty and being content with the two people she loved.
"I think there might have been some kind of power in this world." The Doctor added. "Some kind of magic…a long time ago. But it's died out, as this", he gestured at the bustling traffic and the high buildings which obscured the TARDIS from the view of the public eye, "was born."
"Have you ever been to Britain?" Amy asked the Winchesters and Castiel.
"Not that much." Sam admitted, wondering if the Scottish had some crazy punishment for the people who had not experiences Britain's culture.
"Well you must be lacking in the joyous experience of British breakfast!" Amy exclaimed, throwing her arms around the American brothers. What time is it here? About nine?"
"Half past nine." The Doctor informed her.
"Perfect." Amy said with a smirk. She grabbed both Winchesters and Castiel and almost dragged the three of them to the door.
The Doctor looked worried. "Well we can't really leave the TARDIS unguarded. If anything does fall through, it's most likely to land in her, she's got a habit of attracting those kind of visitors."
As if to prove his point, there was a loud crash and, this time, three people landed on the TARDIS floor, just like the Winchesters appearing to drop out of the air. This new trio were the youngest additions to this new gathering, but then again, Amy considered, you'd think the Doctor and Rory were young men in their twenties when in reality, between them they shared three millennia. And she had a funny feeling Castiel wasn't as young as his physical appearance suggested. The new trio consisted of two boys perhaps in their late teens, one dark haired, the other blond and a young, dark-skinned woman. It wasn't their age that startled Amy though. She had done enough time-travelling to recognize out of period clothes when she saw them. The female and the blond were adorned with extravagant, lust-worthy garments whereas the second boy's wear was plain and grubby.
The blond scowled, though he didn't seem very surprised, as if this sort of thing was happing everyday. "You oaf!" he snapped to the other boy as he helped himself and the girl to their feet. "Magic of course! You're meant to be looking out for this sort of thing."
"I didn't do anything!"
"That's the problem, you moron, you don't do anything, you were probably just chasing butterflies or whatever it is you do when you should be keeping an eye out for any dangers, but somehow always manage to get us into a situation like this anyway."
"I was on the look out. I mean, there wasn't a great view ahead of me, why'd I want to see you kissing Gw – OW – you clotpole, that hurt!"
"Well how about a proper fi-"
"Excuse me," the Doctor spoke up, stopping the newcomers' argument in mid-sentence. "Mind telling us your names?"
The blond was evidently not planning to say anything, but the girl sighed and put her hand on his in a calming gesture.
"I'm Guinevere," she said pleasantly. "This is my husband Arthur and this," she said gesturing to the boy on the floor who was being helped to his feet by an aggravated Arthur, "Is our servant and friend, Merlin."
There was a silence in the TARDIS, only to be broken by a low whistle from Dean.
"Well then. How about that?"