Secrets Beetween Dimensions - The Origin of the Books

Decisions and discussions

Meanwhile at the Winchester Mansion

The Doctor was writing a letter to Madame Vastra telling her what happened when Sherlock sat in the chair in front of him.

"Are you all right?" Asked the Doctor without taking her eyes off what she was writing.

"And why would I be? Why can a child decide my future? Or was it because I have to pretend to belong to this dimension, where I do not even know if I make my decisions or if I'm commanded by someone's pen or maybe fingers ... that's why I'm not well or because the only person who knows this is a couple of aliens that are in changed places?"

"Technically Mels is an Earthling ... I guess, I don't remember if she ... I mean he was born on Earth, but his parents were human, I'm sure of that. I thought I'd gotten used to things like that since our last adventure."

"Well ... I still don't understand a lot of things ... it must be because I deleted useless knowledge like the planets in my solar system," Sherlock said, making the Doctor laugh at his face.

"I learned that when I was 1 year old and well now I have more than 2,000."

"It's easy for you to laugh, isn't it, Joan?" He said even more irritably. "At least does Mel have any clue to your ball from whoever wants to kill Artie?"

"You're the detective here, mister," Doctor replied.

"And you know-it-all aliens I don't know." Sherlock grimaced. "Answer my question."

"Mel said he was able to trace the origin of the ball, we just have to go to it," Doctor explained. "Probably this sphere has come to rest on my things as a warning of who is after Artie."

"We'll have to wait for Mel then to go home," the detective concluded.

Not far from them, another fierce argument was about to begin.

"We need to talk to Eliza, Castiel" Dean asked seriously-we have to negotiate a way to rescue Sam without harming her.

"I ... I cann't Dean," his best friend sighed.

"Seriously Dean trust me it's not a good idea," his sister tried.

"She's your friend, isn't she?" Dean said, "if I can't talk to her, then negotiate for me please. Our brother's life is also at stake."

"She's safe, Dean!" Belle said a little louder than she wanted "if you go where she is you will destroy her safety".

"A spell!" Dean snapped his fingers, still not giving up "we sent a message in a spell to her and she answers, can you do that for her, What you think?"

"That's acceptable," Castiel agreed, "tomorrow at 4:00 we'll be with her and you'll have her answer."