The Doctor rushed to the phone, which he really needed to patch back through to the control panel. He'd get to it eventually.
He grabbed the phone, dangling one leg out into outer space, and laughed, "Sherlock Holmes. Did not think I'd be getting a call from you today." After listening long enough to hear the inspector say the words 'statue' and 'angel' in the same sentence, the Doctor said, "I'll be at Baker Street in a jiff."
"No, Doctor, we're in America," Sherlock said quickly.
"What the bloody hell are you doing there?" the Doctor asked, looking at a screen monitoring the call, "What's in Lebanon, Kansas? Seems like a bit of a hole in the wall, really. Doesn't matter. I'll be there in...now."
The Doctor slammed the phone back on the receiver and ran to the console, putting in coordinates for Lebanon, Kansas of all places.
His mild confusion was replaced by sheer curiosity when the Tardis refused to land at the coordinates. He set her down across the street and opened the door, not sure what to expect.
Well, it certainly wasn't that. The Doctor approached a small door that looked about as unassuming as any small storm shelter. What was in there that his Tardis couldn't materialize? He pulled out his sonic and tried to unlock the door. Sparks flew from the lock in response. That was...unexpected.
Hesitantly, the Doctor raised his hand and knocked on the door. What was this place? What was going on? The door opened, and he was greeted by Sherlock and a rather tall man in plaid that he was sure he'd never met.
"What is this place? Why couldn't I land in here?" the Doctor asked, stepping through the door. It was just an old war bunker. Looked like 1940s technology was at work.
"Who is this?" the truly giant man asked Sherlock.
The Doctor whirled around and said, "I'm the Doctor. Here to help with your weeping angel problem. And you are?"
"Sam Winchester," the man said.
For some reason, that name rang a bell, but the Doctor didn't know why. Oh, well.
"Well, Sam," the Doctor said, "Do you know why I couldn't land in here?"
"Land what?" Sam asked.
The Doctor sighed. It always took too long to explain the Tardis. A few more men milled out from down a hall somewhere.
"Well, you're not human," one of them said.
The Doctor flew down the steps excitedly, making more than one of the men in the room assume a defensive stance.
"Takes one to know one," the Doctor said. The man appeared human. Human hair, clearly protein. Human eyes, amber in color. All very human except...that. There was a glowing white glint far behind the man's pupil. Completely unnoticable by humans.
"Using a host. Fascinating," the Doctor said, "What's your name?"
"They call me Gabriel," he said.
The Doctor grinned, "What are you?"
"You first, bub," Gabriel said.
"I'm a timelord, the last actually," the Doctor answered.
One of the men, who had a particularly hard, war worn expression, rushed at him with a knife. Gabriel threw him against a wall with a flick of his wrist. Interesting. Telekinesis was very rare, even among non humans.
"Cas, please help Dean keep a hold of himself," Gabriel said. A blue eyed man, Cas presumably, nodded and helped Dean up.
"Excuse me," Sam interrupted, "What were you trying to land?"
The Doctor smiled, looked at Sherlock, and led them out to his magical blue box. He loved showing people the Tardis.
"What's that?" John asked.
The Doctor grinned at him, "Good to see you here, John. And that is my Tardis."
"Have we met?" John asked. The Doctor shot a look at Sherlock but received no cue. Did he tell him?
"After I saved Sherlock from the hospital roof, we went to the cemetery to see Sherlock's grave, so I saw you from afar but mostly Sherlock's told me about you," the Doctor explained.
John flushed red slightly, jaw clenching as he said, "A moment, Sherlock?"
"But you should really see-" Sherlock protested.
John snapped, "Now, Sherlock."
They walked away, leaving the Doctor with the four unfamiliar people. Guess Sherlock hadn't told him. Interesting.
The Doctor snapped his fingers to open the door and tried not to remember when River told him he could do that.
He led the others inside and said, "Welcome to the Tardis."
Dean and Sam both took a peak back outside but seemed to accept the Tardis quickly, muttering something about "fucking inter-dimensional portals." The Doctor was going to correct them when he noticed the look on Gabriel's face. The being was somewhere between confusion and awe. It was always the Doctor's favorite reaction when someone found his Tardis as beautiful and amazing as he did.
"You never told me your species," the Doctor commented as Gabriel and Cas both gazed around in wonder.
"I'm an archangel," Gabriel said distractedly, "Is this what I think it is?"
"Depends on what you think it is," the Doctor said, "This is a time machine and a spaceship among other things."
"There's a soul in here," Gabriel said.
"That's because she's alive," the Doctor said quickly, "You've got to show me your true form sometime." Gabriel flicked a look at him before continuing to take in the interior of the Doctor's box. An archangel being able to sense souls wasn't entirely surprising, but the Doctor was still skeptical about the whole angel thing. In all his time, he'd only heard about them in human lore, but it did remind him of the task at hand.
"I've only heard rumors...legends of a protector in a blue box saving the humans... but I never thought-," Cas said.
"Rumors and legends is how I get around," the Doctor said, clapping his hands together, "Now, who's seen the statue, where did the last victim live, and why am I the only one asking these questions?"
Gabriel said, "I've seen the statue."
"Did you look it in the eye?" the Doctor asked, looking closely at Gabriel's eyes.
Sam cleared his throat purposely as Gabriel shot Sam a smirk and said, "No."
Sherlock sat with an arm around a bewildered John, who had just met the Tardis, and said, "I know where the victim lived. It's back in London."
The Doctor directed Sherlock where and how to put the coordinates in when Gabriel said to Cas, "I swear there's another soul in here. Don't you feel it?"
Cas shook his head, his eyes roaming the Tardis and finally settling on Dean.
The Doctor released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Until he knew more about the Winchesters and the archangel, the Doctor didn't want them to know about River's vulnerable state.
He looked at a scanner of his companions. That was...troubling. Troubling was a good word for it. Sherlock, John, and Sam appeared to be human. He didn't know what he was seeing on Dean's scan, but it was pretty dark. Cas seemed empty. There was a bit of a glow, but it was almost like seeing a hollow shell of a person. Gabriel certainly looked bright enough to be an angel, and the glow emanating from the screen did make it appear like he had wings. Further investigation was most certainly needed. Telling anyone about River was becoming a much more remote idea.
"So, if we're going back to London," Dean said, "Shouldn't we be getting back on Angel Airlines?" The Doctor laughed and used Sherlock's coordinates with the mapping computer.
"Did you not hear the part where I said 'spaceship?'" the Doctor asked. "Geronimo," he said as he flipped a lever and sent them flying to London.
The quiet street that young Camden lived on was just that, a quiet street. Not a single statuesque angel in sight.
"Is there any way to track it?" Sam asked.
Gabriel shrugged, "I was just following by sight. Staring at it is incredibly helpful."
The Doctor tossed a DVD to Sam and said, "Any information you might need on the weeping angels is on there. Also, don't take a picture of them, and for god's sake, don't look them in the eye." The group of his companions gathered around a monitor to watch his tenth incarnation give the rundown on weeping angels, which he'd added Sally Sparrow's lines to, of course.
But Sam Winchester was right. They were going to need a way to track the angel. The only way that could happen is if the Doctor could get his hands on weeping angel DNA, and stone doesn't exactly bleed. They'd have to figure something out.