When Fandoms Collide

Superwhovengerlock

“This is absolutely fantastic!” Sherlock looked around the TARDIS in awe. “How on earth does this work? Well, I assume it’s like another dimension, but it’s still mind blowing.”

“Keen mind. Anything else come to it while looking around?”

“He wants you to say it’s bigger on the inside.” Dean took a bit out of his sandwich.

“Dean!” Sam went to hit his arm, but Dean moved out of the way. “Do you always have to do that?”

“What?” he raised his eyebrows at the Doctor. “I’m right, right?”

“Yes.” he shook his head. “No. Well, kind of, but not really.”

“It’s a yes or no question, Doc.” Dean shrugged. “Just saying.”

“Nothing is definite. There’s always margin for error.”

“Like you being right about us?” John asked, looking around uncomfortably.

“No.” the Doctor turned to him. “Not like that at all. If there is anything in this universe that is certain, it is that we are meant to come together. It’s in the minds of people everywhere. Dean,” he turned to him. “Do you remember when I said in another universe, you two were famous?”

“Yeah…” he nodded. “Didn’t really believe you. Because of the multi-universe crap, you know. I can imagine being famous.”

“I’m sure you can.” he turned back to John. “Well, in that same universe, people are talking about you two. And me. And people write about us.”

“What do they say?” Sherlock looked at him. “Bad things? Good things? Just because one is famous doesn’t mean they’re popular.”

“Oh, you’re more than popular.” the Doctor grinned, running to the controls. “Would you like to see some of your fans?”

“Yes.” Sam and Dean said in unison.

“No.” Sherlock and John said simultaneously.

“Well, there’s only one thing to do, then.” he grabbed a lever, turning to them. “Geronimo.” he said, and with a wink pulled the lever.

* * * * * * *

“I don’t see the point in this.” Sherlock said, stepping out of the TARDIS, grabbing the side for support. “And besides, that ride was quite terrible.”

“Sorry, would you prefer the loo?” Dean asked, walking out past him.

“It’s called the tube, Dean. The loo is the bathroom.”

“Close enough. Have you been in a subway before?” Dean’s face recoiled. “Nasty. That’s why I drive a car.

“‘67 Chevy Impala? Black?” Sherlock asked, digging into his pocket.

“How the hell did you know that?” Dean turned on him. “You can’t possibly read minds, and I haven’t brought it up.”

“There.” he pointed up with his left hand, taking a package out of his pocket with his right. “It was kind of a dead giveaway.”

Dean turned around and looked up, dropping his sandwich. Staring him down on a billboard was a giant photo of him and his car with his brother Sam, holding their guns. On the right, it said ‘Supernatural- Tuesdays at 9/8c’, followed by the ‘CW’ logo.

“What the hell?” he cocked his head, staring in disbelief at the picture.

“Dean, isn’t that when you saved that kid from drowning in the lake?”