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Chapter Six - Doctor Who

The Doctor ran a hand through his untamed hair and reached into his pocket for his spectacles.

They had moved away a lot of furniture and Castiel had transported the captured weeping angel into Sherlock's apartment. The whole group now stood around the ring of fire containing the statue. It wasn't the strangest thing the Doctor had ever seen.

The stone angel was moving. Slowly of course. The stone joints rubbed together, creating an unpleasant sound as it tried to move its jaw.

The reason it could move while it was being observed was because of the holy oil, as Castiel explained. It temporarily stripped away a piece of the curse. Though none of their company was quite sure how.

Everyone was silent as the angel was slowly moving its jaw and lifting its arm. Was it going to point at something?

After a minute, the grinding sound stopped and the angel's stone arm was outstretched to Sherlock.

Rose and the Doctor exchanged quick glances. Their expressions both saying their thoughts. Does Sherlock have something to do with the weeping angels?

"S-Sherlock?" John stammered, obviously still trying to take all this new information in.

Sherlock tilted his head, staring at the angel.

"There's something you know." Castiel piped in. "The angel is screaming it. Trying to be heard." He stared sympathetically at the statue.

Sherlock was silent for a few moments until he looked at the Doctor. "The message." He simply said.

"What message, Sherlock?" Rose asked, taking a step forward.

"When I first met the weeping angel that sent me back, there was a message on the wall." Sherlock's eyes locked with the Doctor's. "I was supposed to give it to you."

"Well tell us and get it over with!" Dean said, waving his hands.

"Heaven's gates will open when the Doctor heals the angels." Sherlock said quietly, the Doctor could tell he was thinking hard about it.

The Doctor stared at him. "They want me to help them get into heaven?" He tried not to laugh. Heaven wasn't real. The Doctor wasn't even sure if Castiel was a real angel.

"Obviously." Sherlock hissed, hostility in his voice. The Doctor didn't think he liked someone as clever as he in the same room.

"But they think you can 'heal' them? What does that mean, Doctor?" Rose looked at him, her face twisted in concern.

"Well there was a curse put on the weeping angels. The think you can take it away?" Sam shrugged.

Crowley, the King of Hell, cleared his throat. Everyone turned to him.

"I think, you had all better let me out of this trap or I'll never help you." Crowley said with an attitude.

Dean glared at him but eventually knelt down and scratched a line of the devil's trap away. Crowley stepped out like nothing had happened and stood in front of the stone angel.

"Hello." Crowley said. The angel did nothing.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes I realize I'm a demon. What's that got to do with anything? Tell me your name." He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"How are you speaking to it?" John asked.

"It's sending out telepathic waves. Crowley and I can hear them." Cas said, staring intensely at the statue.

"Well if you, the angel, can talk to the statue, why did you bring the demon here?" John said confusedly, taking a few terrified glances at Crowley.

The Doctor sighed and turned towards the window. The whole demon/angel thing was bothering him. The only angels were weeping angels and they were supposed to be extraterrestrial.

Crowley turned to face John. "Alright, hedgehog, there is no reason to be afraid of me. We're all besties." Crowley cleared his throat. "Castiel here can't talk to the stone angel because the angel's refusing to speak to him."

John nodded and Sherlock piped in, "Hedgehog?"

"Shut up, otter." Crowley rolled his eyes at Sherlock and turned back to the angel.

The Doctor stepped forward a bit. "Ask her how they think I can heal them?" He rested a hand in his chin.

"What he said." Crowley said simply, pulling a shiny silver flask out from the inside of his coat and taking a sip.

The angel moved its jaw slightly and Crowley turned to the Doctor. "It said that you're its greatest enemy, you could fix the angels by lifting the curse, so they can return to heaven. Blah blah blah." Crowley said in a bored tone.

"But we know that." Rose stood next to Crowley and looked the angel in the eye. "The Doctor and the rest of us can possibly help you, but we don't know how we can heal you!"

The Doctor gazed at her in awe. This is why he liked her. Her will to help others, even things that aren't human, was touching. She had helped the Doctor himself get through some dark times.

Everyone else seemed to be shocked by her boldness too. The Doctor couldn't help noticing that Dean was checking her out. He clenched his jaw.

Crowley turned to the weeping angel again. "There you have it, answer the girl's question and maybe we can help you."

A minute or two of silence followed. Crowley and Castiel listened intently to whatever the weeping angel was saying.

Then Crowley spoke, he looked at the Doctor. "A spell that includes a whole lot of time energy and a Time Lord's consciousness."

All eyes turned to the Doctor.