Chapter 11

The Doctor snapped his fingers and the TARDIS force field shut down. Everyone stood silent for a few tense moments, trying to figure out if anyone was going to shoot at the now vulnerable companions. When no one did, they all let out a tiny sigh of relief.

Half a dozen demons came from a different hallway than the Doctor and Cas had come from and surrounded the group. Cas looked as though he was about to smite them all, but one look from the Doctor stopped him. Only more reinforcements would come and they would probably all end up dead.

The group was marched down a long hallway with no visible destination that any of the group, even Sherlock, could find. The Daleks followed close behind, stopping them from heading back the way they had come, back to the TARDIS.

Sam was very uncomfortable with walking. He wanted to sit down with his brother and assess his wounds. He look horrible and was still bleeding. Dean's blood was seeping into Sam's shirt, but he didn't care. He cared about trying to stop the bleeding and not hurting him any further.

Amy and Rory stood close to each other. They weren't exactly new to this whole 'being captured' thing. When you travel with the Doctor, it's bound to happen now and again. But they had never been captured by demons and, judging by Dean's state, never wanted to be. Rory really wanted to check on Dean's wounds and help in any way he could. Being a nurse, it was in his coding to help an injured person in any situation. And being held hostage by aliens and demons definitely still counted as 'any situation'.

The Doctor wondered how he didn't see this coming. He should have just left the others alone and found Dean himself. He could have left Sam out of this. If they all made it out of this alive (which he really hoped they did), Dean was going to have his head for getting his little brother into this mess.

John's head was still spinning from all of the information he had learned. A day ago, he didn't believe in either aliens or demons. And now, he was being captured by both. He had to admit, this is not what he expected aliens to look like. And demons were far scarier in person. Oh, why couldn't he just be drinking his tea right now?

Sherlock looked at John, deducing his fear from his face. He could tell that his friend was trying to stay calm in this alarming situation. Just like he would if he were attacked by a serial killer, which, judging from the faces of the demons, wasn't too far off. Sherlock had faith in the Doctor to get them out of this mess. He had traveled with the Time Lord for a while, back when he had a different face. It had never been very boring, that's for sure. Sherlock always believed that, now that he had had a taste of the universe, is why he always got bored in between cases. He had been captured by aliens quite a few times. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he would get out of this, just like he had with the others.

Sam looked down at his brother, a mix of sadness and fear in his eyes. His brother's condition worried him so much. He really needed to get out of here so they could take him to a hospital or something.

Dean let out a quiet moan, one that was laced with pain and exhaustion.

"Dean?" Sam asked frantically.

"S'mmy?" Dean asked softly, eyes fluttering open to stared at his little brother.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"You... You ok...?"

"Yeah, Dean, I'm fine." Sam knew better than to tell his brother to stop being stupid, that he should be more worried about himself.

"Where are we?" Dean tried to look around and let out a scream of pain when he moved. Sam's heart sunk even more.

"Sh... Dean. Don't move." Sam said.

"M'k." Dean answered, eyes starting to close again.

"Dean, stay awake." Dean's eyes opened once again at the sound of Dean's pleading voice. "There we go. Good."

The procession came into a large room that was very similar to the one they left the TARDIS in. They were all forced to sit down in the center of the room. The Daleks left through another hallway.

Crowley appeared in the room, standing next to one of the demons surrounding them. Dean unintentionally scooted closer to Sam's chest without even realizing it.

"Oh Squirrel, you're awake. That's good." Crowley said, looking at Dean.

"Don't talk to him." the Doctor growled before Sam could say anything.

"Well aren't you the hero. I guess it takes a lot, making up for murdering your own race." Crowley replied.

The Doctor stayed silent and Crowley continued, "The Daleks will be back shortly. For now, I'm going to leave you with my boys. If you try to escape, they will kill you." And with that, Crowley disappeared.