The broken son

5. Know thy enemies

"Hand me the screwdriver, please."

Dean picked up something from the huge box full with instruments next to his chair, where he was trying to read the newspaper he found on the table in the apartment, but he wasn't paying attention neither to the Doctor, nor to what he was reading; the words just slipped under his gaze, information coming in and escaping his head moments after.

"Dean.", the Doctor said in a sassy voice, lifting the thing the other man gave him. It was a hammer."It's nothing near a screwdriver. See, hammers are mostly big and you smash things with them. SMASH SMASH!", he pretended to hit the board he was currently working on."And I need a sonic screwdriver. It's small, it flickers on the end, I use ot quite often, and it goes BEEP BEEP. Hammers do no BEEP BEEP. Got it now? Screwdriver, please."

Dean sighed dramatically and bent over the box. There were so many strange things, how was he supposed to find what the Timelord needed, for Chuck's sake?!

"Here, is that it?"

"You are fantastic! Allons-y now, help me. Lift this up a little, yes, brilliant! Now don't move. Ah, good. Almost done."

"Does that mean we're leaving soon?"

"Oi, no! We just repaired the wheel, which is pretty much nothing, I guess. The damage is way worse than I thought, it might take a week or two. Maybe even a couple of weeks. Even a month.", said the Doctor and looked sadly at the Winchester.

"Well then... Do whatever you have to. I'll go make myself a coffee, want a cup?"

"Yes! Coffee is good, I like coffee. Thank you!"

Dean opened the door and found himself standing on Baker Street. There weren't as many people as usual, probably because it was a workday. The sky was a dirty blue colour, almost gray. The rain should come any moment. The hunter wondered if John took an umbrella this time. Poor Sherlock if he didn't, thought he.

Suddenly Dean remembered the man he encountered earlier today. What was he doing in the house? The man of letters was sure he wasn't living there. Was he still there? And most importantly, why were his eyes like that? He's never seen such in his life. It was as if he was possessed, but from a broken, hopeless demon. He'd seen more energy in Meg, and she's been through a lot then.

The Winchester managed to reach the kitchen again and made two cups of coffee- his without sugar, he never added sugar. Then he noticed the apple.

There was just one bite missing. And 'I' was carved before the hole and there was a 'you' in the end. The fruit was sat on a folded paper, just three words beautifully written there.

My dear Holmes.

What was that supposed to mean? It was obvious for Sherlock, but did the strange men leave it here? Now that was weird.

Dean decided to leave everything as he saw it and pretend that nothing happened. Just as he was about to pick up the cups and turn around to leave the small room, he heard a robotic voice with a British accent.

"Where is the Doctor?"

"What the hell are you?!", asked Dean surprised.

"I shall speak only with the Doctor himself."

"I told you, little robot... Thing. The Doctor is kinda busy right now. Do you want me to tell him something?"

"Call the Doctor or step out of the way, human. Or you shall be exterminated!"

"Nah, I don't think that's going to happen. You can't do anything-"

Huge mistake.

The next things happened so fast.