The Sherlocked Doctor (superwholock)

Trouble in paradise

Sherlock stared intently at the controls. He was beginning to understand that it wasn't things like 'magic' or 'witchcraft' as he had originally thought. It was simply a complicated and extremely difficult branch of physics the likes of which barely known to mankind.

Oh dear.

Perhaps he had used 'simply' wrong again.

Oh well.

"So if you had reached terminal velocity in this and pressed the quadropledqic exactualator whilst holding the exthanpolic fibulator, you would-"

"Sherlock," John cut him off. "You know I have no idea what you're saying to me."

That's true. Sherlock knew that John wasn't interested in this sort of stuff, though Sherlock had tried to explain it many times.

Well, three.

And the third one didn't count considering it ended with John throwing a chair at his head and calling him a 'smug, pretentious asshole.'

Good times.

Sherlock was pulled out of his reminiscing by the Doctor barging into the Tardis like a madman- which, Sherlock supposed, he was!

The Doctor was certainly a very strange man, and one Sherlock knew little about, despite the fact that he was apparently his 'companion.'

He had, many times, tried to deduce the doctor - but not gotten far. Just the absolute basics, that he had a wife but she was no longer alive, and that he had many friends at different stages in his life. he also deduced that the man was much older than he looked, but that was just about all Sherlock could manage.

As he jumped up to see what the hell the Doctor was on about this time, he noticed three others tramping along beside him.

He almost sighed in relief.

Finally, some people he could deduce.

The taller one was the younger brother of the short one with the green eyes. The green eyed man was probably overprotective of his younger brother (he walked slightly in front of his brother at all times). Sherlock also noticed that they would have had a rough childhood - perhaps an abusive father, and maybe an absent or deceased mother.

Fairly satisfied, Sherlock moved onto the next man (he was dressed in a dirty trenchcoat - odd?) and narrowed his eyes.

He was- damn, why was this so hard?

He was... Older than he looked, like the Doctor. He was going through a tough time, stress evident. He was alone, possibly no close family. His main/only friends appeared to be the green eyed man and the giant masculine Rapunzel - though it seemed he perhaps wasn't as close to the giant as he was to Green Eyes.

Interesting.

From the way Trenchcoat and Green Eyes seemed to gravitate towards eachother, perhaps there was more than friendship there - but if there was, it was undeclared.

Satisfied he knew enough about the newcomers to impress them, he folded his arms and prepared to (shudder) interact.

"Sherlock, John, I would like to introduce you to Sam, Dean and Castiel. They're here on my wish to help, and of course, if Castiel needs it, I am happy to offer my assistance in return." The Doctor nodded at Castiel - trenchcoat man - who stiffened, as if him needing help was a taboo subject.

"I will discuss this later with you," Castiel spoke clearly to the Doctor, who nodded.

Sherlock was a little stunned - Castiel had a much deeper voice than he had anticipated.

Sam stepped forward and offered a hand to Sherlock.

"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is-"

"Your bother, Dean, and your friend Castiel, yes I know, now spare me the pleasantries and tell me why you are here," Sherlock interrupted quickly. Sam looked a little surprised and John looked embarrassed, however Dean looked suspicious and wary, and Castiel-

Castiel was... Gone? What?

That wasn't possible, Sherlock had just been looking at him, what the bloody hell?

A voice sounded from behind him and made Sherlock jump. He spun around (marvelling a little at the dramatic swirl of his coat) and saw Castiel leaning on the far side of the Tardis wall - how the hell did he get there? Was he some kind of ninja-assassin?

"We are here to catch the demon that took Clara," Castiel said. Slowly he looked up and stared at Dean. "Heaven has a message," Castiel continued, biting his lip. "The angels say... Dean, Sam, I'm sorry, but the demon- it's-"

And then Castiel was gone, in a poof of light.

In his place stood a short man with brown hair, sucking on some form of candy and smiling broadly.

"Sorry I had to interrupt Cassie," he said, ambling over to where Sam and Dean stood. "But I couldn't let him continue- he was about to tell you who the demon was!"

The man laughed and Sam and Dean just stared, shell-shocked, until the man sighed and snapped his fingers in front of Sam's face.

"Wake-y wake-y, Sammitch."

Sam choked out one word, so full of disbelief and amazement that it was plain for all to hear, even to Sherlock (who admittedly wasn't the best at picking up on such things.)

"Gabriel?"