sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:“I told you, I can’t do planes,” Dean growled, gripping the armrest t
sherlocked-inside-the-tardis: “I told you, I can’t do planes,” Dean growled, gripping the armrest tightly. “And I can’t even keep my gun on me. Do you know how naked I feel right now?” “Trust me, I really don’t want to know,” Sam said, rolling his eyes. “But this thing’s going international. People disappearing all over the place. It isn’t just the States any more and we need help.” “Doesn’t dad have anything in the notebook?” Sam shook his head, taking the notebook out of his backpack and flipping through it. “Nothing. I’ve checked it a hundred times. It’s new.” Dean closed his eyes. “Perfect. Just perfect.” Perhaps he should have let Cas use his angel mojo to zap him to London. ”I don’t see why we need to visit him, though. Sherlock Holmes, consulting bitch.” — “Well, I can’t say I’ve missed you,” Sherlock said as he gave the brothers a once over before putting his violin down and looking toward Castiel, who was already there, standing in the corner. “I suppose you’re here about the disappearances. They are, after all, from your end.” “Yeah, we could use a little help,” Sam said. “There’s nothing in the notebook that even comes close to matching what’s going on right now.” “That’s because your father probably never set eyes on the things,” Sherlock said in a bored voice. “But you already know that, don’t you.” There was a very long moment in which Dean glared at Sherlock and Sherlock glared right back. Thankfully, John soon directed their attention to a small DVD on the mantelpiece. “John! I told you not to tell anyone about that!” “Ignore him,” John said. “He’s still cranky about last time. As it so happens, we do have a bit more information about the disappearances.” John handed the DVD to Sam. “We got this in the mail yesterday. We’ve taken a look at it and we—oh, all right, I—couldn’t make head or tail of it.” Sam put his bag down and took out his laptop, setting it up quickly and putting the DVD in. Within a few moments, a man in a suit and glasses walked in from off camera and sat down. “Wait, who is that?” Dean asked, sitting down next to Sam. “The Doctor,” the man in the video said. “Wait is he—” “Yes, I am.” “Dude, that’s creepy. How does he know what we’re going to say?” Sherlock shrugged, but leaned forward, his eyes narrowed in keen curiosity. “Either way, the video’s making more sense now.” “Of course it is. Now, down to business,” the Doctor grinned. “Is this about the disappearances?” “Obviously,” the Doctor said with a roll of his eyes. “Now listen closely because I only have a few minutes.” “Wait, wait, wait, hold on. Who are you?” Sam asked. The Doctor sighed. “I’m a time traveler. Well, was. Can’t travel at the moment. Not without my TARDIS.” “Wait, TARDIS? What the hell is that? Cas, please tell me this isn’t your angel mojo.” “Time and Relative Dimension in Time and Space,” the Doctor said. “But that’s not the point. Point is, the angels have the phone box.” Dean and Sam immediately swiveled around to face Cas, who merely looked confused. “We don’t have any phone box,” he said. “He doesn’t mean you, Castiel” Sherlock sighed. “The Weeping Angels.” “Weeping?” Sam asked in disbelief. Cas shrugged. “Yes, that’s right,” the Doctor said. “The Weeping Angels are one of the most ancient creatures of the universe. The lonely assassins they used to be called. They’re as old as the universe and the only reason they’ve survived this long is because they’re quantum locked.” Sherlock’s eyes immediately widened. “Oh.” “Alright, Einstein, what’s so “oh,” about this?” Dean asked. “Oh, stop it the both of you,” the Doctor sighed. “It means that they don’t exist when they’re being observed. They’re incredibly fast.” “Yes! Very fast, very dangerous,” Sherlock said. “The moment they are seen by any living creature, they instantly turn to stone.” “How did you know that?” “He’s heard this before,” the Doctor said. “And this. And probably this as well.” Sherlock rolled his eyes, but nodded. “What are we supposed to do?” “The blue box,” the Doctor said. “It’s my time machine. It also happens to be what they’re after. A big container full of time energy? That’s a feast for them, but if they get to it it could more or less destroy the world. I need you to find it and send it back to me.” “What? How?” The Doctor sat back and took his glasses off, looking slightly sorrowful. “And…that’s it I’m afraid. I don’t have anything else from you. Not sure why you were cut off, but I can hazard a guess. They’re coming for you. The angels are coming.” Dean groaned. “More angels? Dammit, why can’t they just leave us alone?” “Listen to me very carefully. Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you’re dead. Don’t turn your back, don’t let them out of your sight. Good luck.” The DVD ended, leaving them staring at the screen. Sam looked up. “Great. How do we kill them?” Sherlock pressed his head into his hands, ruffling his hair. “We can’t. If you look at them, they turn to stone and you can’t kill stone. Honestly, I don’t know why I even bother with—” But he broke off, staring out of the window in shock. The rest looked around, confused before they saw it. Outside the window, on the other side of the street was a stone statue of an angel, its hands over its eyes. The angels had come. -- source link