The Sherlocked Doctor (superwholock)

Castiel Gets Hipster Glasses

Dean had long since stopped listening to Sherlock. After he had said his bit, explained in detail exactly what he, Sam and Castiel did, Sherlock had taken over - and man, that guy could talk.

Even his friend, John, seemed to be bored. In fact, the only one who seemed to be paying full attention to Sherlock was the Doctor, who was leaning forward on his chair and occasionally asking questions.

Sam was looking wistfully down the tardis hallway, and seemed to be deep in thought. Dean, being the annoying older brother that he was, poked him.

"Saaaaaaaaaaaammy," he whinged. "Talk to me! I'm bored!"

Sam gave a short laugh under his breath and turned to face Dean.

"Dean, seriously," he said. "What-"

He was cut short by the appearance of Gabriel, who, it seemed, had managed to snag himself sunglasses from somewhere.

"Surprise, bitch," he said.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Gabriel, what are you wearing?"

Dean snickered and Sam whacked him without looking over, still staring intently at Gabriel's glasses. Gabriel, sensing Sam's gaze, took off the sunglasses and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I was in Australia. It was hot. I saw my chance. I took it," Gabriel said as he clicked his fingers. Suddenly everyone in the room was wearing a different pair of glasses - Dean had large, hipster/nerd style glasses, Sam had sunglasses rather like Gabriel's except his had black around the sides with a flame sort of pattern on them, John and Sherlock had some kind of Harry Potter style reading ones and the Doctor had ones with googley-eyes.

"BRILLIANT!" The Doctor shouted, getting up and hugging Gabriel, who looked mildly concerned. "I LOVE GLASSES," the Doctor proclaimed proudly. "Glasses are cool."

Dean rolled his eyes and moved to take his off when he caught sight of Cas (who had appeared just before Gabriel gave everyone glasses), and ... Shit. Cas looked good in glasses. He had hipster ones, like Dean's, which framed his face and magnified his eyes, making the blue just seem even more...unreal.

Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Cas walked next to him and sat down in the chair beside him. Cas gave Gabriel the 'death glare,' and Gabriel shrugged.

"Alright, fine," He relented, making everyone's glasses disappear again. "You're no fun Cassie." Gabriel pretended to pout for a second before the Doctor intervened, looking serious.

"Okay, well, now that we're all here," he said, leaning forward and allowing some of his hair to flop into his face, "I think it's time to discuss what we're going to do."

This sobered even Gabriel up, and he plopped down into an empty seat next to Sam. Sherlock sighed.

"Well, it's obvious that someone wanted us all to meet, perhaps to see how well we could work together-"

"How do-" Dean interrupted but John cut him short.

"Don't ask," he said. "Seriously, don't ask."

"Well the question is, who?" The Doctor wondered aloud. "Who could possibly have the power to make all -" he performed a quick head count "- seven of us meet?"

Castiel and Gabriel shared a look, and Dean made a mental note to corner Castiel about that later on. He needed to know what they were hiding.

"And," the Doctor continued, "whoever it was - is - has the power to kidnap my friend and hide her from me. That's some extreme power there. Also, this 'person,' or whatever it is, seems to know how Sam and Dean pick up cases, and that I would go looking for help and find Sherlock and John. So, this 'thing' knows all about us, and it has Clara. What can we possibly do next?"

Dean racked his brain, trying to think. This Clara girl was obviously a good friend of the Doctors and it wasn't fair that she'd been taken.

"Well, we know it's a demon. There were traces of sulphur back at the house where we met you guys," Sam volunteered.

The doctor sighed a little in relief. "At least it isn't daleks," he said.

Dean shrugged - he didn't really understand what a dalek was - and started to fiddle with a fraying edge of his shirt when a thought came to him.

"Cas," he said. "Can you give me a lift to Perdido Beach? I've got an idea. Oh, and Doc, I'm gonna need something of Clara's, preferably something she's attached to emotionally."

"Of course," Castiel said, "but what are you planning on doing?"

Dean shrugged, a glint in his eye and a tug on his lips giving a glimpse of the wild man inside.

"Something stupid. And dangerous," Dean winked.

Castiel nodded. "Sounds like our kind of thing," he said.

The doctor came running back into the control room clutching a slightly dusty photo frame. "Here," he said, shoving it into Dean's arms. "She loves this photo."

Dean glanced down of it - it was a picture of a pretty brown haired girl laughing wildly as she held hands with two small children in the surf. The lighting made her eyes dance, and the admiration in the children's eyes was clear to see.

"Right," Dean said, wrapping the frame up in his jacket. "Cas, let's go."

As Castiel reached his hand out, Dean turned and whispered to Sam, "Don't wait up."

Laughing at his brothers expression, dean turned to face Cas and they disappeared.

"Well," the Doctor said. "Let's hope they don't get sidetracked."

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Somehow, I doubt we'll be that lucky," he said mournfully.