Superwholock: The Beginning

Chapter 8: Broken Soldier

The Doctor pulled the dart out of Dean's chest and pocketed it. Then pulled him up to a standing position and carried, more like dragged, him back to the main room, inside Sherlock and John were still in their respective chairs until they noticed the Doctor and Dean.

“What happened?” Sherlock asked grabbing Dean’s other arm and dropped on a couch.

“They found us, I don’t know how, but they found us. We have to find Rose.”

He was worried about Rose and what her duplicate might have done to her.

“I’ll find her.” John ran out of the room calling out to her. The Doctor looked around the room quickly but didn’t see Castiel who they could really use right now.

“Where’s Cas?”

“I don’t know he left right after all of you, he said something about answering a prayer.” Sherlock’s voice started to fade away when he noticed a small hole in Dean’s shirt. “He was shot with a dart?” Sherlock looked expectantly as the Doctor pulled the dart out of his pocket.

“She had them in some sort of dart gun. I’ve never seen the type before and that’s saying something.” He sniffed the top of the dart and cringed. “It’s a tranquilizer from the forests of the planet Vome, I’d recognize that stench anywhere.” The Doctor pushed his hand through his hair causing it to spike up. “If we had a way to snap him out of it.”

Sherlock considered this and then slapped Dean hard in the face. Dean sat up straight away looking spoked and alert. Then after the initial adrenaline put his hands to his head.

“Oh my head is killing me.” He moaned before remembering what had happened. “Sam.” He tried to stand but couldn’t the drugs still making him groggy. “Where’s Sam?”

“Dean…” The Doctor started before John came in with Rose in his arms bridal style. “Rose!” The Doctor rushed completely forgetting Dean.

“She’s fine just unconscious.” John layed her on another couch so she could sleep of the rest of the drugs.

“Where’s my brother?!” Dean stood unsteadily and walked to the Doctor.

“I believe I can answer that.” Said a voice to the right of them. Crowley stood in an empty doorway leaning against it like he owned the place.

“Who’s this?” Sherlock was visibly annoyed by the short british man. Another annoyance he didn’t need right now.

“Crowley.” Dean had hatred deeply engraved in his voice. “Where’s Sam?”

“With my new business partners.” Crowley grinned. Dean did not.

“Bring him back now.” Dean said with a voice low and thick with anger and frustration.

“I’d like to, but I don’t.” Dean smiled a the demon pulled out his handgun and shot him once. Startling Rose out of her slumber.

“Seriously? I just got this suit dry cleaned you know.” Crowley examined the bullet hole in his black suit.

“Oh I’m sorry.” Dean said before shooting him again.

“No need to get so trigger happy Dean your dear Sammy is fine.”

“How the dell did you find us anyways?”

“Check your pockets.” Dean quickly checked his jacket pockets, and found a small coin. Dean cursed when he saw the coin. “Had one of my stunt demons plant it on you.”

“Is that some kind of tracking module? Very tricky.” The Doctor looked at the coin in Deans hand, it was small with engravings all over it.”

“You must be the Doctor. Dean you should introduce me to your new friends while they’re still alive. And keep in mind I do have your moose.” Crowley smirked at him.

“Class meet Crowley, King of the Crossroads. Basically he’s a salesman from Hell.” Crowley’s eyes quickly flicked crimson then back to normal.

“Another demon.” John sighed getting tired of all of them. “How many of you are there?”

“Think of every single person in all of history that ever went to hell.” Crowley’s gaze didn’t leave Dean even when talking to John.

“Then how in over eight hundred years of time travel I’ve never met a demon.” The Doctor stepped forward.

“The universe is broken, I can't tell you much about it but what I will tell is that it has absolutely nothing to do with getting Sammy back. So lets make an exchange, I give you darling Samantha for the Doctor.” Rose took hold of the Doctor arm protectively.

“If you wanted me then why would you grab Sam when you could have just grabbed me?”

“Leverage. You’re a flight risk, and as long as I got the little brother you won’t pull anything, and Dean, mother bear that he is, won’t let you.” Dean glared at Crowley who threw him a phone. “I’ll leave you to think about it; expect my call.” Then he was gone.

Dean stared into the empty space that Crowley used to be. He gripped the phone tightly in his hand and sat down back on the couch. No one said a word, no one knew what to say. Surprisingly enough though Sherlock was the first to speak.

“Dean,” Just hearing his name was enough to shake him out of his stupor and looked at him with a defeated look.

“ Don't give me the everything is going to be okay speech. I’ve died and watched every person I ever cared about, including Sam, die enough times to know that everything will not be okay.

“So what are you going to do then nothing is that it?” Sherlock challenged. Dean stood up looked at him in the eyes before holding his index finger up to his mouth telling them to be quiet. Took the coin and held in up to his mouth.

“ I know how these things work so I know you can hear me Crowley. And I’m just letting you know I’m getting my brother back.” He said defiantly before setting the coin on the table and shooting it. “They can’t hear us now, and I’ll tell you this I’ve sat back and watched him die once and I’m not doing it again.”

“We can’t just give them the Doctor though.” Rose spoke up standing in front of him protectively.

“We could ask Castiel for help.” John suggested causing Dean to tense.

“Put aside whatever he did to betray you Dean.” Sherlock said causing Dean to look at him confused. “ It’s easy to deduce really you barely look at him.”

“Betray me?” Dean scoffed. “That doesn’t even cover what he did. He lied to me, and broke my brothers head!”

“He did what?” John spoke for everyone.

“Long story short Sam went to Hell for a year and a half, doing that kind of time leaves marks on your soul. The memories would kill him or worse if I hadn’t put up this sort of wall in his mind essentially a dam to hold back a tsunami. Cas broke the dam and Hell came pouring out.”

“Does that have anything to do with his hand scar?” Sherlock asked remembering the way Sam would press against a circular scar on his left hand. Dean nodded grimly.

“For a while he didn’t know whether he was in or out of Hell and with a little luck we found out that real world pain helped him figure out what was real and what wasn’t.

“So you and Sam have both been to Hell?” The Doctor gazed at the broken soldier apologetically.

“Yeah my dad Sam and I all had our stay in the basement. It’s a real vacation spot.” Dean smirked sadly. The Doctor couldn’t help but realize how wrong his initial reaction to the brothers was. How he thought they were rabid animals killing anything in their path. Now he saw how much they had suffered.

“I guess all I’m trying to say,” Dean continued. “Is that I can’t fight next to the angel that fought against me.”

“Alright then,” Sherlock sat down in his chair. “Then I guess the game is on.”

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I edited this for some continuation errors. It was just something Crowley said, more like didn't say. Stupid writer I am forgot to make him talk about the broken state of the universe. Oh well sorry for any confusion.