Angry Angels *Superwholock* Book 1

Never Won the Name Game Chapter 8

"COME ON SAMMY DAMN IT RUN!" Dean yelled back a hitch in his breath as he pushed forward Sam flanking closely behind the lights burned out behind them Dean tried to calculate a way to go he noticed a field taking a sharp turn Sam and Dean continued running down a dirt pathway suddenly Dean stopped Sam skidded to a halt "Dean come on what are you doing!" Dean held up his hand "Do you hear that?" It had gone silent except for a noise a whirring noise almost a grinding and high pitched mechanical sound Dean turned in the direction of the sound as it free louder.

He couldn't believe his eyes as a large Blue Box materialized out of nowhere "What the hell?!" Sam and Dean watched as the box fully materialized before them Sam couldn't believe what he was seeing Dean watched as the door of the box opened but no one came out "Sam what the hell is this?!" Sam shrugged with force "I don't know Dean I'm still trying to figure out what was behind us!" Sam suddenly remembered "Shit!" and turned Sharply but noticed what seemed like nothing was behind them but the air seemed charged and thick Dean felt it to "So do we run back to the hunks of moving stone or do we take our chances with ghost box thing?" Dean had turned to his brother then suddenly Sam's face changed as he looked behind his brother Dean looked at Sam "What? What is it?" Then Dean turned following Sam's line of sight Dean turned to see Castiel all the breath left his lungs "Castiel.... "Castiel smiled sheepishly.

As his eyes met Deans a moment of unbelief passed between them then was interrupted "Hello gentlemen, I'm the Doctor now would everyone get in the TARDIS? There is Angels about!" Sam looked at the strange man "Angels?" Dean focused on Castiel "What are these things, Cas? What do you know?" Castiel shifted uncomfortably looking at both men Castiel turned towards the TARDIS "We need to get out of here before they form together" as Castiel began to move towards the box as Sam and Dean followed Castiel pushed the doors wide open both men stopped two additional men stood near the entrance Deans brain scrambled trying to pick up what was happening when the taller man in the blue scarf spoke In a British accent "Hello, The name is Sherlock Holmes...and" gesturing to the shorter stouter man to his left "is my friend John Watson." Dean's brain exploded

"SON OF A BITCH!"