SuperWhoLock

Chapter Seven - Supernatural

Dean turned his head towards the Doctor. He didn't really trust the guy, but right now he felt sorry for him.

His face went as pale as Sherlock's-well, no...not as pale as Sherlock. The detective looked like a vampire from Twilight. Minus the sparkles.

The Doctor gulped. Dean didn't exactly know what a Time Lord consciousness was but he could guess. Maybe certain aliens could take their consciousnesses away and put them in a box or something.

The Doctor spoke. "The time energy explains why they have been sending so many people back in time." He scratched the back of his head and looked down.

Rose looked extremely worried for him and went over to him, squeezing his arm in comfort. Did those two have a thing?

"So, you said we can help them." John piped in. "Why would you want to help the statues that have tried to kill you?"

Dean took his chance and stepped forward. "Okay, so Cas," he pointed to the angel. Dean was still angry at him for refusing to bring he and Sherlock back home, but he pushed that aside for now. "Are the weeping angels good guys or bad guys?"

"That seems to be the obvious question." Castiel said, staring at Dean with his bright blue, unblinking eyes. "I only found out about the weeping angels recently, when I met one. I conversed with him and he explained that he was cursed and there are many like him."

Sam was standing next to Dean, leaning against the wall by the doorway. "Whoa, whoa...Cas, you're saying that you just met with this angel and had a cup of coffee with a friendly chat?"

Cas squinted at Sam. "Angels don't need to consume caffeine for energy. And of course we talked."

Sam sighed and waved for Castiel to continue.

Cas nodded. "The angel wouldn't say why or how he was cursed, he only asked me to help." Cas looked down. "He asked me to leave Sherlock and Dean in the past."

Dean gaped.

"I knew about the time energy, and how they needed to use it for something. They said to leave you, just for a little while...because Sherlock Holmes and Dean Winchester could've done a lot in a year and the potential energy would help them greatly." Cas continued explaining.

"So you trusted some crazy cursed statues instead of me, Cas?!" Dean asked.

"They are my brothers and sisters." Castiel looked down.

"Yeah? Well-" Dean was interrupted by his moose brother.

"The point is, that Cas is saying that maybe the angels aren't evil. And they just want to be in heaven again." Sam said. "Cas, were they cursed by God or-"

"I don't know!" Castiel said. "Dean, stop giving me that look. I've apologized, what more do you want?"

Crowley cleared his throat. "You two argue like an old married couple." Crowley grinned. "Castiel, if you would be kind enough to listen to what Lailah here is saying.."

"Lailah?" Sherlock questioned.

"That is her name, yes." Crowley said, giving Sherlock an evil glare. "The angel says that they were cursed by someone called Metatron. Ring any bells?"

"Metatron..." Dean pondered. "No, not at all."

"So the angels weren't cursed by God so, they're on our side?" Sam shrugged.

"Apart from the weeping angels wanting to feed of the human race's Potential Energy by sending a load of them back in time and wanting to seal my consciousness up inside a pocket watch, most likely yes." The Doctor said, fiddling with a long silver tool with a blue tip.

No one said anything for a minute.

Dean watched the Doctor keep fiddling with his silver tool. What was that thing? The Doctor broke the silence by asking Rose a question. "Can you bring the TARDIS here?" He handed her a shiny key and turned to the rest of the room. "Take someone with you. No one should go anywhere alone."

"I'll go." Dean blurted out, not exactly meaning to. His attraction to Rose was growing. Though Dean wasn't sure if the Doctor and her had a thing going on.

They probably did. Because the Doctor gave Dean a suspicious glare but nodded. "Right. Fly the TARDIS into the kitchen or something?" He grinned, looking at Rose.

"Not a sentence that you can say everyday." Rose beamed, staring back at him. Dean knew that probably everyone in the room felt like a third wheel. He cleared his throat. "Let's go?" Dean asked, opening the door.

"Right! Allons-y!" Rose laughed and ran over to the door, following Dean.

***

The blue police box was about a house or two down from 221b Baker Street. Rose fumbled for her key and slipped it into the lock. "You never got the chance to see the inside of the TARDIS, did you?" Rose asked.

Dean shook his head. "I'd imagine that it's pretty small."

Rose smiled as she pushed the door open. Dean stepped inside, gaping at the size. "It's..." He stammered.

"Go ahead..?" Rose chuckled, closing the door behind her and going to the console in the middle of the room.

"It's bigger on the inside." Dean said.

"So cool, right?" She asked, flipping some levers on the console and punching some buttons. The room was filled with an annoying wheezing sound. "Apart from the noise, yeah." Dean covered his ears.

Suddenly Dean jerked to the side, falling against the railing by the door. The lights started to flicker. Instinctively, Dean unsheathed his demon knife. A sickly green light flooded the TARDIS. But it wasn't only a green light, green fog? Gas.

Dean tried to hold his breath for as long as possible. He saw Rose collapse next to the console right before his head came in contact with the floor.