The Doctor

White. Everything was white. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the mattress that he was lying on. Actually, now that he thought about it, the mattress was too hard. Hang on, why was he on a mattress? Last he remembered he was on the TARDIS, taking Amy and Rory to see the Ancient Greeks and the "first ever Olympic Games". The Ponds were very impressed, but he knew better, he had been to better games that were invented before earth was even created, just imagine if Amy and Rory could see those!... but where were they?

"Amy? Rory? Ponds, where are you?" He shouted. They weren't with him, which was always a problem when it came to those two. He had to get out of here. He looked around, but found no windows or doors, only the same white walls on all four sides of a small room that held nothing but him and the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his trusty sonic screwdriver, aimed it at the wall and pressed the button. He was surprised when it could tell him nothing. He went over and touched the wall. Not wood. Maybe stone or brick, so the screwdriver shouldn't have a problem!

What is going on?

It had been about ten minutes when things started happening, but to the Doctor it felt like years. He had tried running into the wall, jumping on the bed to get to the roof, even scratching the floor, but nothing worked. He had gone back to sitting on the bed when the room started to flicker around him. In between flashes he saw lots of trees and grass. Where am I? He thought to himself. Suddenly the room disappeared altogether, leaving him sitting on a very uncomfortable rock. He looked around to see where he was when he saw a redhead doing the same thing about 50 metres away.

"Amy!" He yelled and started jogging towards her.

"Doctor!" she ran in his direction. "Have you seen Rory?"

"No I haven't. Did you and Rory do something to make the TARDIS angry? I've never seen her act this way before and trust me she has thrown some huge hissy fits-"

"Shut up Doctor, it wasn't me or Rory. Let's just find him first and then we can figure out how to get out of here."
Nodding his head to show that he agreed, the doctor grabbed Amy's hand and turned around, only to stop the next second with a gun pointing between his eyes.

Dean

His shoulders were bruised and battered from ramming into those damned white walls, but that wasn't going to stop him using the gun he had in his pocket to get information and the best way to do that with a gun was to hold it right between a person's eyes, so they had to stare down the barrel. The man had the face of a child when he wasn't facing Dean, but as soon as he turned around his face sobered. He surprised Dean when he didn't look scared, but annoyed. At least his red-headed girlfriend was smart enough to look worried.

"Guns," the man said "Why do you humans always want to use guns?"

"Who are you and what have you done to Sam and Cas?"

And what did he mean you humans? Was dean going to have to find out how to kill this guy?
The not-human and his girlfriend were just about to reply when Dean saw Sam and Cas running over a hill towards them.

"Sammy, over here!" He didn't put his gun down, not yet, not until he was sure he could trust them.

"Oi, who are you and why are you pointing a gun at my wife?" Dean saw a man move towards him so he retrained his gun to the new target. The man threw his hands up "I didn't mean to point it at me!"
The redhead, this new guy's wife, chuckled. "Smooth, Roman"

Dean quickly made the connections.

"Roman, as in Dick Roman? Is that leviathan son of a bitch why where here?"

"Whoa no! My name's Rory, Rory Williams. Roman's just a nickname!"

Dean stared. He hadn't seen this guy or any of his troupe connected any of the bad stuff that had happened lately. Not to mention, he hadn't really heard of much leviathan activity outside of the States and this guy was definitely not American.

"Sherlock don't, we don't know if they are approachable yet! Look, one of them has a gun!"
Oh great, more people. Dean was going to need more guns. And some more hands.

"Hush now, John. They might have information, which is something that we currently lack."

Dean could see the guy with the bow tie looking at the two newcomers curiously, as if they were old friends he was trying to recognise. Then the man began to speak.

"Okay, so is anyone still missing someone?" When they all shook their heads no, he continued "Okay, so how about Mr. Shooty put down his gun and we can all introduce ourselves properly."

It took Dean a few seconds to realise that this guy was talking to him. Mr Shooty? Slowly he lowered the gun, but he kept hold of it, just in case.

"Good! Now, hello, I'm the Doctor, this is-"

"Doctor? Doctor Who?" Even though Sam was the one who asked, the five men who had never before been acquainted with "The Doctor" all had the same question running through their minds.
The Doctor turned back to his female companion.

"Have I ever told you how much I love it when they say that?"

"Doctor, shut up."

"Yep, sorry. Okay, it's just 'The Doctor', no other names involved. This behind me is Amy and over there her husband Rory, A.K.A 'The Roman'. Now, your turn." He pointed at Dean.

"Um, I'm Dean. This is my brother Sam and that's Cas."

Dean felt stupid, like he was introducing himself on the first day of class. The Doctor pulled something out of his coat pocket. It looked like a long, wide laser. It even had the little light at the end. The Doctor pointed it at Dean and he tensed, expecting it to be some sort of weapon the Doctor was going to attack him with. All it did, however was give off a green light and make a really annoying, high pitched sound.

"What is that?" Dean grabbed the laser thing and tried to figure out what it was.

"Hey, give me my screwdriver back!"

"A screwdriver?" Dean held the object up "This is a screwdriver?"

"Yes, and it's mine, now give it back!"

Dean handed the Doctor back his funny screwdriver and the Doctor went back to pointing it at him and Sam. When he was done, he quickly flicked his wrist and three metal things popped out the top.

"Hmm, got some crazy readings coming off of you two." He then repeated the process with Cas.
"You aren't human are you?" He asked.

"No," Cas looked at the Doctor "Neither are you."
What is he then? He can't be an angel, Cas would have recognised him.

"No I'm not," He had a grin on his face "We'll discuss it later"

Dean didn't want to talk about it later, he wanted to know what kind of creature this guy was and if he had to be weary of him. Before he could ask, the doctor had moved on to the two remaining men. Dean decided to keep an eye on him until he figured out what was going on. The man with the curly hair introduced himself without the Doctor asking.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes and this is my associate John Watson.

"No way, the real Sherlock Holmes?" He looked surprised at that.

"Yes. Heard of me have you? I'm surprised word of me has spread to America."

Sam stepped forward. "What are you talking about, you are a world-wide phenomenon."

"Maybe in your universe, Sam. In his, he is just a consulting detective." The Doctor turned "You are a consulting detective, right?" When Sherlock nodded, the Doctor happily ran over to him and started shaking his hand "It really is an honour though, you are brilliant! Absolutely fantastic! The way you view the world and piece things together, it's simply marvellous!"

Before any more could be said a voice rang out, seemingly from the air around them.

"Well, looks like you have all acquainted yourselves now. So I suppose it is time to let the games begin."

Hey guys, thanks for reading all the way till the end :P Post a review and tell me whether you think I should bother continuing or not. Also I want to end up making this a multi-fandom thing, so if there are any characters from other shows/books/movies that you think I should include, write that in a review too!