Chapter 2
"Alright. What happened to them?" Sherlock asked.
"Seriously? Does no one know about the Winchesters?" the Doctor exclaimed incredulously.
"No clue." John responded.
"Huh." the Doctor commented, "Anyways, both of them went missing from my scanners. One of them was taken and the other went into hiding. I do know that the one who went missing is on Earth. As for the one who was taken..."
"Wait. On Earth? Why wouldn't they be on Earth? Where else is there to go?" John asked, looking at the Doctor.
"Oh, yes! Right! You're new to this, aren't you?" the Doctor asked.
"Yes." John said.
"Well, take a step inside." the Doctor snapped his fingers and the TARDIS door swung open. John took a cautious step towards it and headed inside. The rest of the gang followed.
John stood there in, mouth agape. He looked around in awe.
"It's... Bigger on the inside..." John commented quietly.
"Yes it is." the Doctor said, smiling like he had won the lottery.
"How is this possible?" John asked.
"I'm a time lord. This is a TARDIS. That stands for Time and Relative Dimension In Space. It is, as you said, bigger on the inside."
"What's a time lord?"
"It's a race. He's an alien." Sherlock explained.
"Wow." John said.
"Where to first, Doctor?" Amy asked.
"The scene of the crime." he responded. He began rushing about, hitting buttons and pulling levers. Soon the TARDIS was taking off.
When they stopped, the Doctor immediately rushed out the door, followed by Amy and Rory. Sherlock walked out the door calmly. John, still looking shocked, walked out the door after them.
They were in an almost abandoned parking lot in front of a motel.
"Of course they were here." the Doctor commented.
"Why is that?" Rory asked, "And where is here?"
"This is America."
"And why are we in this dump?" Sherlock questioned.
"Because they move around a lot. They stay in a lot of motels. But they aren't exactly five star are they?" the Doctor told them. He then walked over to the door of a room and pushed on it. It swung open slowly and the Doctor headed in. Sherlock followed close behind.
The room looked trashed. The covers on the two bed were flung everywhere.
"Someone was dragged out of here." Sherlock said, pointing from the bed closest to the door and showing a path to the door. "There was obviously a struggle and they were hit over the head here." He pointed to a blood stain on the floor.
The Doctor came over to the stain and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. He started scanning it and looked at it.
"Well, that helps some..." the Doctor commented.
"What is it?" Amy asked.
"Sherlock, whoever was dragged out was taken, correct?"
"Yes, obviously." he said.
"Well, this is the blood of Dean Winchester." the Doctor said, "We need to find Sam."
Sherlock continued looking around the room. He took in everything, every detail.
"Doctor, why couldn't your systems pick up Sam?" John asked.
"I was basically just tracking them off of GPS." he answered.
"So, Sam just turned it off?"
"Yes. I could track him better if I had some DNA."
"Here's something." Sherlock said. He was leaning over the bed that was furthest from the door. The group came across the room to see another blood stain. The Doctor scanned it like he did with the other one.
"This is Sam's." the Doctor said.
"That means we can track him." John responded.
"Yes it does! Good job, gang!" the Doctor exclaimed, "Come on now! We have to go find Sam Winchester!" With that, he ran out the door.
"Is he always like that?" John asked.
"Yes." everyone else responded at once.