SuperWhoLock: When the Shadows Rage

Episode 11: Into the Fire part 1

John could say one thing about the Winchesters-they weren't afraid of letting anyone, even each other, know their opinions. He, Sherlock, the Doctor, and Amy sat in the console room, all trying to ignore the shouting match that echoed down the hallway.

"I'm just saying, Dean, that you're running off half-cocked again! We don't even know what kills these things!"

"And I'm sayin' that no more people are gettin' killed because of us!"

A door slammed, making the windows in the front door rattle. The Doctor winced. Footsteps clomped through the hallway.

"You're being stupid. This is exactly what Bobby told you not to do. We don't even know it's Vashta Nerada for sure."

Dean paused in the mouth of the hallway, glaring back at Sam. "Really? Does that make any sense to you?" He stepped into the room, carrying his usual olive green duffel bag.

Sam slid in front of him, hands outstretched but not quite touching Dean's chest. "What if it's a trap?"

The word sent a flutter of tension throughout the room. Amy crossed her arms and hunched her shoulders. Both Sherlock and the Doctor stiffened. John nodded. He'd been thinking the same thing. How convenient was it that the Vashta Nerada showed up somewhere so close to them, just as they were closing in on Moriarty?

"They could be just trying to draw us out," Sam continued. "Right now, they don't know where we are."

"He-he's right," John said.

Dean glared at him.

"You have to remember, Dean, that the Vashta Nerada are after your brother specifically," Sherlock said, standing and walking up behind Sam. He slid his hand into one coat pocket. "I don't think it would be advisable to put him in danger."

"Thank you," Sam muttered.

"You think I don't know that? But we can't just let this go, man. People are dyin' out there!"

"No, I agree," Sherlock said. "We can't just ignore this. Besides, we might gain valuable information about the Vashta Nerada."

"So Sam could just stay here," Amy said. "Right, Sam? I mean, the TARDIS is the safest place in the world."

"No," Sam snapped, then winced when he saw Amy jump.

Dean grabbed Sam's arm, pushed him back a step. "Sammy, please. I don't want you-"

Something silver flashed in Sherlock's hand, and John realized what they were doing. Sam suddenly yelped and pulled away from Sherlock, but it was too late. Sherlock snapped the other ring of the handcuffs to the TARDIS railing.

Sam jerked at the handcuffs, then glared at Dean and Sherlock. "Really?"

"Really." Dean dropped the duffel on the floor and patted Sam's pockets, pulling a lockpick kit out of his jacket.

"C'mon, Dean. I need to be there. You need someone who knows what they're doing to back you up."

"Thanks for that," John said.

Sam sighed. "Not what I meant."

"Look, it's just until we're back. Sorry, Sam, but I know you won't just stay put. I wouldn't." Dean sighed. "I don't like it any more than you do, but we can't let those things grab you again."

The two brothers stared at each other for a moment, then Dean grabbed his duffel bag again and marched toward the door. Amy and the Doctor shot Sam apologetic glances, then followed.

"It's for your own good," Sherlock said.

"Yeah, because I'm completely incapable of taking care of myself, thanks," Sam snapped.