Doctor, Please (Superwholock)

New Problems

Chapter 17

Dean paced back and forth across the room mumbling to himself.

"Gabriel?" Sam repeated in shock. "As in, Gabriel the archangel? How are you, why is- we saw you die!" Dean stopped walking at looked at Gabriel. The woman was almost absolutely beautiful, except for her crooked teeth that looked completely out of place.

"Nice vessel. What's with the woman?" Dean's voice sounded rough and confused.

"She was the sister of my old vessel." He said proudly. "You like?" Gabriel smirked.

"Well, how are you here? We saw Lucifer kill you!" Sam protested.

"Oh that. My brother wouldn't kill me. It took some convincing and some work from the angel protection program, but in the end it worked out."

"Why would you want to frame your death?"

"That isn't important. Right now we need to focus on getting everyone out of here." His voice became suddenly stern.

"Wait, we can't leave." John interrupted. "What about Sherlock? He's still in here with-" His voice trailed off. I can't bring myself to say 'with Crowley possessing him'. You just wait Sherlock, John thought. I'll save you.

"We can't save him from Crowley." Gabriel said as if he read John's mind. "The only way to get Sherlock back is if he willingly pushes Crowley out. That or we'll have to..." His voice trailed off.

"Or what?" John asked nervously.

"We'll have to use Ruby's knife." Gabriel, Sam, and Dean shifted uncomfortably at the thought.

"What's Ruby's knife?" John tried to meet the other men's eyes, but they couldn't bare look into his worrisome stare.

"It's a knife that can kill demons." Dean said plainly.

"Well why don't we just use it to kill Crowley!"

"It also kills the vessel." John's heart sank. I don't know what I was expecting, John thought. There's always a twist. Why can't it ever be simple?There's no way I'm letting Crowley win, but I'm definitely not going to kill Sherlock for vengeance.

"Well let's hope he can handle Crowley himself." And with that, John ended the subject.

"Let's head back to my place." Gabriel said awkwardly, and he zapped them all into a hotel room.

The paint on the walls were peeling off and it smelled of rotten meat. The windows had a thick layer of grime making it impossible to look through. There were two twin beds and a dusty, brown sofa. Everyone was so busy finding a place to sleep that they didn't notice a tall woman lurking in the corner. Dean was the first one to point her out.

"And who's your little friend, Gabriel?" The woman stepped into the dim light which illuminated her facial features. She had bright green eyes with dark circles underneath. There was a scar running down the right side of her face making her look rugged and tough. Her orange hair was pulled back into a long ponytail except for a few strands that fell on either side of her face. She stood with one hand on her hip and the other flipping a knife around lazily. She wore a black tank top and denim shorts with a long necklace falling down to her stomach. The silver necklace had a cursive J on it which matched the silver bangles on her wrist. She had long skinny legs and wore dirty, black converse.

"He's not my friend." She said bitterly. "But my name's Jocelyn."

"I'm Dea-"

"Yeah, I know." She interrupted. "Gabriel's told me everything." She flipped her knife around again.

"Well Jocelyn, it's a real pleasure." Dean retorted sarcastically.

"I wish I could say the same about you, sunshine."

"Oh get a room you two." Sam ended their flirtatious quarrel. "We all need some sleep."

The Doctor lay unconscious on the bed with Clara sleeping in a wooden chair next to him. Sam pulled a blanket off from the other bed which sent dust flying into the air. He coughed and then retired onto the floor and fell asleep almost immediately. Jack trotted over to the blanket-less bed and lay down with a moan. Dean collapsed onto the sofa, but didn't sleep. John walked over and sat next to him.

"Can't sleep?" Dean mumbled.

"Nope. How about you?" John looked over at the man. Dean's eyes had dark circles and his face was sickly pale.

"No." They sat in silence for a while until John finally caved in and fell asleep. Dean got up to stretch his legs when he heard two people bickering. He lazily walked to the door and pressed his ear to the cold metal.

"Just let me tell him!" Said a woman's voice.

"Absolutely not." Boomed another voice.

"But-"

"I said no! You're doing a marvelous job so far. He doesn't suspect a thing."

"I don't think I can keep this up for very long."

"The second he knows who you are, I'm sending you straight back to where you came from."

"But why?"

"It's extremely dangerous to bring someone back from the dead! If anyone knew, everyone in heaven would go insane!" There was silence. Dean wondered if they were still there, when they spoke again.

"I'm sorry. I really am, but you can't tell him. You go sleep, you need it. I need to go meet with Castiel." Cas? Dean thought. Where is he? I haven't seen him since the warehouse. There were footsteps, and then more silence. Dean sighed and trudged over to the sofa. Just as he sat down, the door creaked open and Jocelyn walked in. She groaned and leaned on the side of a table with her head buried in her hands.

"Tough day?" Dean said with a smirk. Jocelyn let out a short scream and nearly knocked over a nearby vase.

"What was that?" She scolded.

"Sorry." Dean mumbled.

"No, it's okay. I just thought everyone was asleep." It's a good thing it was dark in the room, Dean thought, so she can't see the blush rushing to my cheeks.

"What's up? I heard some yelling outside."

"Oh, that was nothing. Just," she tried to think of a good lie. "Just nothing."

"So." Dean tried to make this conversation less awkward. "How do you know Gabriel?"

"I'm a friend of the vessel he's using." Her voice was flat, implying she didn't want to talk about this topic any longer. "What about you? What are you in all of this?"

"It's Crowley. He needs to be stopped, but," Dean looked over at John. "We need a way to kill him without killing Sherlock."

"I'm sure you'll find a way. You always do." Her voice became dreamy and soft. "Or at least that's what Gabriel told me." She added quickly. Now both of them were blushing.

"Jocelyn," Jocelyn perked up when Dean said her name. "What would you do if you really liked someone, but they treat you like a friend?"

"Just hope that one day they'll realize you two belong together." She said as if she's put a good amount of thought into it. "Why?" Her voice turned nervous.

"No reason. Sammy was just having girl problems." But of course that was a lie. Deep down Dean felt a longing. He never told anyone, not even his brother, about the love he felt.

Suddenly, there was a screech from the corner of the room. Clara stood up from her chair, and her face was illuminated from a golden glow beneath her.

"What's wrong?" Dean ran over to Clara.

"It's happening. He's regenerating. The Doctor is regenerating!"