-Chapter 6- Armour's cracked, set to collapse-

"What the hell is going on here?!" shouted Dean. "You a witch?"

"Wha-no!"

"Really? Cause that's what I sure as hell looks like!"

"Dean, calm down, okay? It's alright Merlin isn't a-"

"You shut up!" Dean interrupted the Doctor. "I don't wanna hear anything from you spaceman. For all I know you're one too!"

"He's not a witch, Dean" Jack spoke up. "He's a Time Lord. Not a Carrionite."

"The hell is a Carrionite? Or a Time Lord?" Dean turned to the Doctor. "And did you call him Merlin?"

"A Carrionite is an alien that uses words instead of science. I'm a Time Lord, and uh, no. I uh, called him, uh, Marcus, yes that's it. Marcus. Yes. Marcus." said the Doctor. Until this point, Sherlock, John, Sam, and Arthur had been looking back and forth between the four like a tennis match, but here Sherlock broke in.

"He's not a witch, based on his aversion to the term. His name is indeed Merlin, which is the name of a highly powerful warlock known only in legends. Based on the fact that he called the other man Arthur, I would hazard a guess that they are the Arthur and Merlin. The Doctor most likely brought them here."

"Well, actually it's about more complicated than that and I really think you should put those guns away-"

"Hell no!" said Dean. He pointed, using the gun, at the chairs. "Sit down. Now!" he barked. The people in question sat down, with the Doctor wringing his hands and glaring at the gun. Finally, Jack spoke up.

"Listen, I don't know these men, but if the Doctor trusts them, so do I. And based on the fact that magic-boy hasn't attacked us yet, I'm guessing he won't, not unless he has too." At this point, Merlin cut in.

"It's Merlin, not magic-boy. Try to remember."

"And please put that gun away. You're gunna give the Doctor a heart attack." added Jack.

"Hearts..." the Doctor mumbled, but no one heard him. Dean seemed to waver, lowering his guard a bit.

"I'm going to put it away, but first I want to see everyone's hands, including yours, Mr. I-can't-hold-still-for-more-than-a-second." said Dean, with a pointed look at the Doctor, who stopped wringing his hands and flailing about, putting them on the table with everyone else's. Dean and the others put their weapons away.

"Alright. Talk. What are you-" Dean pointed to Merlin, "and who the hell are you two?" he pointed to the Doctor and Arthur. "Oh, and your name smart guy." he said, looking at the Doctor again. "You first magic boy."

"My name is Merlin you ass, at least try and use it. That's Arthur, and we were both born in medieval times."

"What about it was evil, Merlin? Well, besides the magic hunting, bu-"

"Later, Arthur. The Doctor did not bring us here, Arthur just came back from the dead and I've been waiting for him."

"Back from the dead?" "Waiting for him?" asked Jack and Sam at once.

"Yes. There was a- thing- with the Druids, and a, uh, dragon," here Dean made a face, "where Arthur would be killed by Mordred, but then he would come back when Albion needed him most... so, he's back, I guess."

"A dragon? You knew one of those?" said Sam.

"Two, actually, Kilgharrah and Aithusa. Kilgarrah is dead now, died a while back, but Aithusa is still around. Last one, actually."

"You sure that their the last one? We -uh -met a few once. Bastards." said Sam.

"What? You met dragons? But that's impossible! Kilgharrah always said he was the last one before I hatched Aithusa! I should have sensed them!" exclaimed Merlin.

"Wait, what? Sensed them? And you hatched one?! Are you insane?!"

"How is that insane? I'm a Dragonlord for the gods sakes! But you seem to know more of them then me!"

"Wait, you're a-" Dean interrupted Arthur.

"What the hell is a Dragonlord? And we don't know any! We killed two, are you saying you know these things?!" cut in Dean.

"You killed two dragons?!"

"Yes! They were killing people! What were we supposed to do! Have a nice chat with them over a cuppa tea?" said Dean in a mocking accent.

"They were killing people?" said Merlin, confused.

"Yeah," said Sam, "they were kidnapping virgins and killing them. There wasn't anything else to be done."

"Virgins? That's really strange... it almost doesn't sound like a dragon at all." said Merlin.

"Dude, it was something straight out of a storybook, they even horded gold and lived in a cave." said Dean.

"Well storybooks are not always right, Dean." snapped Merlin. "Just take a look at me," he said, his tone becoming icy. "I was stuck for over a thousand years waiting for his royal ass ("Merlin!"

"Shut up Arthur!") to "rise again" when Albion needed him most. And when he does, you lot show up, and threaten to kill us both! What about this situation made you think that storybooks were accurate?" he finished, his face set in a scowl to envy one of Guise's. "What you described was not a dragon. That was a dragon-wyvern cross breed, Aithusa's attempt to keep her species alive. It didn't work."

"Wait, so Aithusa is a dragon? A real one?" said Sam. "And you- know- it?"

"Hang on, Merlin, I thought there was only one dragon left in my time, and I'm the one who killed him so-"

"We'll get to it later, Arthur." Arthur huffed and crossed his arms. "And yes, I know her." he said, correcting Sam.

"Oh, sorry. Is she- I don't know, is she nice?" said Sam.

"Very. Would you like to meet her?" said Merlin.

"Uh, Merlin, she's a dragon? How can she be nice? Also how the hell are going to get her here?" said Arthur. Merlin wiggled his fingers.

"Dragonlord, remember?"

"Oh. Right. But wait, I thought Balinor was the last- oh-my-god-Merlin-he-was-your-father-and-I-told-you-he-wasn't-worth-your-tears" said Arthur in a rush of words. "What?! How the hell did you keep all of this from me?!"

"Arthur, the things you don't know could fill a book." said Merlin, the tension in the room lowering, "Or three. Or a whole series really. Maybe one of Guise's book shelves-"

"Alright I get it." said Arthur, sounding exasperated. Merlin flashed a cheeky grin.

"Or maybe even his whole roo-"

"Shut it."

"Certainly, my lord." said Merlin, still grinning. Sherlock coughed.

"I'm sure you two are enjoying flirting, but I believe you said something about a dragon." Arthur flushed.

"Flirting? We weren't fli-"

"Oh, right!" said Merlin, cutting him off and standing, "Come on, everyone, to the back yard, might want to move the TARDIS, Doctor, come on." he rushed, excited. Dean and Sam had both reached inside their jackets, hands on knives, and Cas had his just inside his sleeve, at the ready. Sherlock simply followed, a bored look on his face, while John simply looked like he was done with everything. (And who could blame him? Aliens, monsters, time travel, and teleportation even, he could handle. But now magic? And dragons? You gotta draw the line somewhere! You gotta draw a freaking line in the sand, dude! You gotta make a statement! You gotta look inside yourself and say, "What am I willing to put up with today?" NOT! FREAKING! THIS!) The Doctor was already rushing ahead with Jack, asking Merlin if it was okay to park 'her' in the house, and Merlin said something about wards letting 'her' in upstairs, and then they were outside, like they were falling back into an old routine only they knew. There was a open and shut of creaky doors, a strange wooshing noise, and then John was walking outside, and he swore there was a blue box there for a split second, before the wooshing moved upstairs, the same creak of doors was heard, and then Jack and the Doctor were back, running down the stairs two at a time, Jack saying "A dragon! A real, live, honest to god dragon!" and John saying "What? How- how did you- nevermind." and Sherlock saying something about a temporal disruption device. Merlin just continued to grin like a madman as the Winchesters and Cas followed Sherlock outside. Once everyone was outside, Merlin turned to Arthur, and said "Do not- I repeat- do not kill her. Got it?" Arthur nodded, and Merlin turned, looked around the yard, waved his hands, and suddenly there was a lot more space in the garden as plants and shrubbery floated away to sit on the roof. Merlin flashed one more grin at the group, Jack and the Doctor practically bouncing on their heels, Sherlock bored as ever, John confused, Cas and the Winchesters all on guard, and Arthur looking utterly baffled, before looking to the sky and-

was that roaring?

I know I know it's short as hell and the writing style is all over the place! I'm sorry dudes, I've just been going through some crap right now, and I'm stuck in a bit of a funk (haha funk more like pit of despair but what's the difference at this point ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) but I'll sure as eggs get back to this! I promise! I have other chapters written, I swear! Let me live! ALSO IF YOU HAVE HUNG ON TO THIS PIECE OF CRAP THIS LONG THANK YOU YOU GUYS ARE THE COOLEST! as a note: the amount of time between chapters will most likely continue to be long and i am very seriously considering orphaning this. i have a chart of what i have planned and where its supposed to go, so if anyone is interested in helping out and possibly taking over for me later, let me know!