(I'm not putting what fandom it is anymore 'cause the three are together in chapters now. Also sorry for the short chapter, I'm kinda busy this week. Read away!)

~Sherlock
"We'll talk later." I mouthed to the elder Winchester as the door closed in his face. The officer handed me a Kleenex and brushed past me to go back to the crime scene. "Let me see your nose." John ordered me gently. I bent my head down so John could reach. "Definitely broken." He tsked as he fussed over my bleeding nose. "Come on, we're going home." John opened the door for me and lightly pushed me out the door. "I need to talk to-" I halted in my tracks. Across the street was the same police box I saw earlier. "What?" John followed my gaze. "Isn't that-" "It's the same police box we saw earlier whenever we first met the Doctor and Rose." I shouted over my shoulder as I bolted over to the mysterious blue box. I examined the outside for scuff marks that could've been made in case it was moved. The surface was smooth, but very dirty. "It's been moved a lot, but how? There's no scuff marks, finger prints, nothing." I frowned. I tested the handle to see if the box would open. Locked. "Now what?" John crossed the street and stood by my side. I paused to use the Kleenex to wipe away the remaining blood from my nose. "I'll do worse than a broken nose you son of a bitch!" Dean threatened. He was storming down the sidewalk with Sam by his side, trying to calm him down. The Doctor and Rose were following behind them, mildly curious and worried. "Hello Winchesters." I acknowledged them with a nod of my head. "Doctor, Rose." They smiled meekly in response. "You said you wanted to talk, so talk." He growled with his arms folded across his chest. "I just wanted to tell you that I won't call the FBI." I waited to see their reaction. Sam visibly relaxed some, but Dean still stared stoically at me. "But you have to help with the case." I finished. "Fine." Dean snapped. "If it's worth anything, I'm sorry." I tried to sound sincere as I plastered a small, apologetic smile on my face. "No you're not!" He yelled and tackled me to the ground. "Don't you dare talk about my family, you don't know me." He hissed in my ear and twisted my broken nose. I shouted in protest. John tried to shove Dean off, but he had a tight grip on my trench coat. Dean used one hand and and punched John in the gut. He wheezed and doubled over, gasping for breath. My anger flared, but I pushed it away. It took the combined efforts of the Doctor, Sam, and an extremely cross John to get Dean off of me. Dean grumbled something under his breath and stomped away. Sam rolled his eyes and followed him. "Sorry." The Doctor helped me up and held out a tissue. "Here." John took the tissue from the Doctor and gave it to me. "Hold it on your nose." I obeyed silently, my gaze never leaving Dean's form.

~Dean

"What the hell Dean?" Sam yanked my arm so I was forced to look back at him. "He read me like a book." I glared over Sam's shoulder at Sherlock. He returned it with his own icy stare. "That's because he's a consulting detective and a sociopath." Sam whispered so as to not attract the attention of the others. "How'd you know?" I scoffed. "I read the books." Sam sighed in annoyance. "Whatever, lets just help Spock and his friend solve their case so we can find the demon." I took a deep breath and made my way back towards the group with Sam lingering close behind me. "Look, I'm sorry. Are we all good?" I extended a hand for Sherlock to shake. He gave a sharp nod and shook my hand. John pulled me aside with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, he does that to everybody. I'm John and he's Sherlock." I cracked a smile and shook John's hand. "I guess you already know me." I walked back over to Sam. "Do we tell them about...ya know, the whole 'monsters are real' thing?" Sam shook his head. "Wait until we know more about the others." I nodded and clapped my hands together to get everyones attention. "Listen up!" Ten pairs of eyes stared back at me. "We need to have a talk-" "Oh, yes, sorry I forgot to introduce myself to you. I'm the Doctor, and this is Rose." He smiled and adjusted his bow tie. I rolled my eyes as he continued. "I know the perfect place we could chat." The Doctor retrieved a small, gold key from his pocket and unlocked the police box. "After you," he waved me inside first. Hesitantly, I stepped inside.