"Another case solved by the Winchesters." Sam Winchester told his older brother, Dean as he drives towards the bunker in their 67 Impala. "Yup. Now we can finally relax from all this trouble we had this week." Dean said as he kept his eyes on the road.
"I wish we can actually have a vacation from all this demons and angels crap." Sam complained to Dean.
"I agree Sammy, but we can't runaway from all this. It's the family business."
"I know, but still do you ever dream of traveling over seas? You know, go on a cruise or taking a plane to a whole different continent? Don't you ever wanted that for yourself Dean?"
"Nope. I just want to kick back on the couch with a beer in my hand watching tv or cursing in with my baby."
"Ok I get it. You love your Impala so much you might as well marry it, but can you at least think about?"
"Are you trying to talk me into taking you to England. I mean I know it was your DREAM to go there."
"I mean come on Dean. It's England for god sake. Big Ben, their history, the food, and so much more."
"Alright I'll think about it but there has to be a case over for us to go and before you ask yes Cas can come with us." with that Dean being said the rest of the drive to the bunker was completely silence.
Sam and Dean finally arrived at the bunker as they walked in through the door they had a welcome back home from their angel friend, Castiel. They discuss each other day and how it went, relaxing in Sam's room.
Suddenly, the news went off talking about the latest news of supermodel Mindy Castro killed at the Teens Magazine Industry building in London, UK. Sam looks directly at Dean realizing this could be his one shot to go to his dream place. "Why are you giving me those puppy eyes, Sam?" Dean questioned by Sam's expression. "Because it sounds like we are going on a trip." Sam explains in a little kids voice. "Wait. What trip? We are going on a trip Dean?" Castiel asked giving a confused but pleasing look at Dean.
"Would you two stop giving me those looks please?!" Dean command. "No!" Sam and Cas replied back giving him the most pleasing sad puppy eyes and adding a touch of whining to make Dean make up his mind.
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As the blue police box travels through the galaxy, Matt, nicknamed the "Doctor", was relaxing in his time machine trying to get some sleep when a beeping noise started coming from his consul.
He signed as he got up from where he sat, checking out who was trying to connect with him. He pulled up the screen and a smile appeared on his face.
Oh it's just Clara Oswald. He pressed the button to answer it and said "Hello Clara."
"Doctor? Omg you're okay. Hi um how are you? I haven't seen you in weeks, I was starting to get worried about you."
Matt chuckled at Clara's response," I'm alive Clara. Now what's seems to be the problem?"
"Well. I think we got a case here in London. There's a supermodel named Mindy Castro, who has been killed apparently from the news."
"Buuuuuut?"
"But, they never announced HOW she was 'killed'."
Hmmmmm, Matt was having a hard time deciding if he should go and investigate. On one hand Mindy Castro could've killed herself and wasn't happy with her even though she was supermodel and she could have gotten everything she would have ever wanted OR she was actually murder by someone maybe even from a different world. Hm decisions decision Matt thought to himself.
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Walking up the stairs into their shared apartment, Sherlock and John have just finished solving another case. They were both exhausted from the case because they almost ran 3 miles trying to capture a robber who has stolen a necklace that belonged to a mistress long ago in ancient history.
Sherlock headed straight towards the couch while John went to the kitchen to make some tea. "Well, that was tiring." John said loud enough for Sherlock to here on the other side of the living room. "Indeed it was John." Sherlock replied back.
"So now we can just sit back, relax, and some rest for once." John said to Sherlock as he handed him his cup of tea as he sat down on the cushion chair.
There was complete silence but they didn't mind it at all. The silence only lasted 5 minutes when a woman yelled, "Sherlock! You got another one." They both signed in disgust as Sherlock got up from the couch, whining "Another case already?! We just got back."
"I know Sherlock, but what do you want me to do?" as Mrs. Hudson walked in the living room,"The police called wanting you and John's assistance at the crime scene."
"What crime scene?" John asked.
"Well while you boys went out chasing that robber, there was woman killed at the Teens magazine industry building and they think her death was staged but they are unsure about it."
"Why would they need me to go check if a body was staged or not? What a bunch of idiots. I don't know how they got the job as policemen. "
"I don't know Sherlock but it's your call. Do you want to go investigate in the case or not?"
Sherlock didn't really know what to do at this point. On one hand he did solve a case literally 5 minutes ago so what would he do during his break while waiting another case and who knows when he will even get another case, but on the other hand these cops can't even tell between a staged crime scene and an actually crime scene.
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Dean's answer,"Here we go again." Sam and Cas grinned with excitement on their faces and started packing to their next destination.
Matt answered to Clara, "Let's go!" Clara smile with delight and her response towards the Doctor was, "Here we go again."
"John let's show these idiots who call themselves 'cops' what to do in a crime scene." Sherlock answered in excitement, grabbing his coat and running down the stairs as fast as he can. John sighed and said,"Here we go again." John then followed Sherlock and headed straight to the crime scene in the taxi.
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I never thought I would finished this chapter in about a week but hey I did it! I also wanted to say prayers for Paris because I feel so terrible for the people and their families are going through right now but I just wanted to sent my prayers to not just the people in Paris but everyone and I hope they are safe and everyone is ok.
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Déjà vu
FanfictionAU Superwholock My name is Autumn Wilson and I'm a psychic. Being 17 year old psychic is pretty rough when it comes to school and my internship in a magazine company called Teens especially when you see ghosts walking around asking for help. Latel...
