I don't know what I'm doing, I don't own anything, and frankly, I have no idea where this came from. I'm sorry if either the Doctor or Cas or anyone really are a little OOC, I tried to make everyone sound like their respective people as much as possible, but I had to change a LITTLE bit to make the story happen.
This isn't really set at any particular time, between adventures with Amy and Rory for the Doctor I suppose, and sometime in the Apocalypse for Castiel, but they know Crowley...
Read and review please, even if it's to say it sucks - CONSTRUCTIVE criticism will be thought on, while mindless flamers will be thrown into a pit of icy doom!
Oh and yes, I did in fact use the "He's like the fire, and ice, and rage, and the storm in the heart of the sun." etc from the Doctor Who episode Family of Blood. It worked, so why the Hell not?
Enjoy!
The first time the Doctor visits Castiel, it's more than a little bit odd, and the Winchesters are in shock.
It was an average day for the Winchester boys and their Angelic friend. Sam, Dean, and Castiel were all sitting in the latest grungy hotel room, discussing the Apocalypse when they heard it.
"Whee-oo, whee-oo, whee-oo."
The trio looked up in surprise - well, the Winchesters looked surprised, Castiel simply furrowed dark eyebrows and stared - as a 1960's wooden police box slowly materialised in the smack-bang middle of the room. Only moments later, one brilliant blue door opened, and a strange man walked out.
He was young, looking to be mid to late twenties, with shaggy brown hair just a tiny bit overgrown and warm green eyes that defied the rest of the man in their age. He was like... Childishness and ancientness in one body. He wore a rather... Odd ensemble, consisting of a tweed jacket, red suspenders, a pale purple shirt, navy pants and shiny black shoes. Completing the look was a bright red bowtie that the man fiddled with as he stepped fully out of the box and grinned at them. "Hello!" He greeted enthusiastically. "Who might you be?"
Getting over their shock, Dean and Sam had their guns in their hands and pointed at the strange man in a flash. He put his hands up in surrender, grimacing. "Oh, not guns, I really hate guns."
"Who are you?" Dean demanded, glaring at him in mistrust.
The man beamed at them again, guns apparently forgotten without a second thought as he skipped forward and outstretched a hand to the oldest Winchester. "I'm the Doctor! Hello!" He seemed very excited for some reason.
"Doctor... who?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just the Doctor! Do you mind lowering those guns? They," He leaned forward to finish the sentence in a whisper, and gave a slight cough. "They make me uncomfortable."
"You are not human." Castiel spoke finally, brows still furrowed as he assessed the man - this 'Doctor'.
The Doctor turned to him, grinning widely again - he seemed to do that a lot - and jumped over to him. "Nope! Time Lord, actually, the last... But what are you?" A brief flash of sadness crossed his face as he spoke of his species, but then it was gone, and he whipped a strange, whirring green device out of his jacket and aimed it at Castiel, making it buzz.
The Angel stared at the small... thing, even more confused than before. "What is that device?" He asked the Time Lord.
"Sonic Screwdriver." The Doctor told him, looking up through floppy brown hair to smile widely at the puzzled being. "It scans things." He flicked the device up to check it and positively beamed at the results. "Oh... You! You are amazing! An Angel! Really! Never thought I'd see the day! MUCH better than Weeping Angels, I didn't want to blink for weeks!" He scanned the confused Angel again as he rambled, grinning when the results came back the same. "What's your name?" The Doctor asked him curiously.
"Castiel." He replied, still frowning, though finding the childish excitement of the alien in front of him almost... endearing.
"Pleasure to meet you Castiel." The Doctor smiled, and stepped back a little to hold a hand out to the Angel, the latter finding himself almost saddened at the loss of proximity. He shook the strange mans hand hesitantly. "Likewise."
"Will someone please tell me what the HELL is going on here?" Dean demanded, breaking through the two non-humans moment, and making them turn their heads to him in surprise.
"Right, sorry!" The Doctor bounded back to the Winchesters. "I'm the Doctor, alien, Time Lord, two hearts, time traveller, brilliant at cards, and that" He pointed at the box he had appeared in, "Is my TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimension In Space, a BEAUTY, if I may say so myself." He stroked the box's side for a second, before continuing. "I saw a disturbance on the scanners, decided to pop in and check it out. I assume that was your celestial friend over there. Now, I didn't get either of your names, and could I also perhaps have the date, location and the nearest store that will sell me a fez?"
The Winchesters, to put it lightly, were stunned. Sam recovered first, though his first words were: "What the Hell?"
Castiel decided to step in before the Doctor could start rambling again. "This is Sam and Dean Winchester, they are hunters of evil supernatural beings." He explained to the curious Time Lord. "It is the 6th of April, 2010, and we are in Massachusetts, America. I do not know where you may acquire a... fez."
The Doctor nodded thoughtfully, before clapping his hands. "I can buy one somewhere else. Well, wonderful meeting you, I really should be off. Got a dreadful problem concerning a parrot, a shoe and the President. See you again, Castiel, Sam, Dean." He nodded with a smile to the three before leaping back into his machine - the TARDIS, as he had called it - and in seconds, the wheezing sound was back, and the box dematerialised as quickly as it had come.
Dean broke the stunned silence a minute later.
"What the Hell just happened?"
The second time the Doctor visits, Castiel has researched a bit more among the ranks of Heaven, and learned as much as he could about Time Lords, what he discovers as their home planet - Gallifrey -, the Time War, and most importantly, this 'Doctor', this one known as 'the lonely angel', and 'The Oncoming Storm'.
"Demons run when a good man goes to war." Castiel muttered to himself quietly, flipping the page of yet another book concerning the mysterious Doctor. Castiel... Had quickly become obsessed. Whenever he had the time he was researching, looking up every scrap of information he could find on the remarkable man with his blue box. Another turn of the page, and the Angel is so engrossed in his book that he doesn't hear it at first. Doesn't hear it at all, in fact, until a familiar voice chirps. "Castiel!" He turns in a flash to see a sight he'd been secretly hoping for ever since their last - and first - odd meeting.
"Doctor." The Angel greets, and the Time Lord grins at him. He gives an awkward smile back, and for a few seconds there is silence. But this is the Doctor we're talking about, and nothing could keep him quiet for long, least of all when he has company. "So, I see you've been looking me up." The Doctor trotted over to him, and Castiel almost blushed. Almost.
"I would have asked, but-" The Time Lord waves him off.
"It's fine. Though next time, just call. I'll set the TARDIS to hear you."
Castiel smiled softly as the Doctor starts to ramble about great things in his TARDIS, though little of the terms make sense to him.
They spend the rest of the evening in each others company, talking of lighthearted things, past times - the Doctor even explained some of the finer points of Time Lord-ology to him, explaining of their two hearts, regeneration, Time And Relative Dimension In Space (TARDIS), anything the scribes had missed when they wrote of the Lords of Time. When he spoke of the Time War, his whole demeanor changed to one of a defeated man, and Castiel, feeling the strange urge to comfort him, placed on his shoulder. Though it was unfamiliar and awkward, the way the Doctor smiled at the Angel made it completely worth it.
When it came time for the Doctor to leave - giant, flesh-eating hamsters commanded his attention this time - Castiel didn't really know what to say. They stood awkwardly for a while, before the Time Lord just grinned and pulled him into a hug.
"It was a pleasure talking to you again, Castiel. And don't forget to call if you ever need anything." Though the alien, hearing most called him Cas, asked if the Angel wanted him to call him that instead, Castiel liked the way his name rolled off the others tongue, smooth and fluid.
"Likewise, Doctor. I shall remember that." He replied, with a small smile, awkwardly returning the hug. He found he liked the feeling of the Time Lord's arms around him, but all too soon they pulled apart, and after another exchanged smile, Castiel was left standing alone, the echoed wheezing of the TARDIS fading away around him.
The third time the Doctor 'pops in', it's because Castiel calls, and the Doctor rescues him, and Castiel finds a slightly more literal meaning for that strange poem of demons and the Doctor.
The Holy Fire blazes around him, and yet again Castiel berates himself internally for falling into such a - now - obvious trap. The demon dances around him and crows of how proud Lucifer will be of her, how she will be rewarded by the Father of Demons. He tunes her out, focusing instead on how to get out of here.
The first thing that comes to mind is to try and trick her. That is quickly dismissed. He was never good at tricks anyway, and this demon seemed remarkably intelligent for one not very high in the ranks of Hell.
The second thing he thought of was the Winchesters. Again, quickly dismissed. They had no idea of where he was, and he had no way to reach them.
The third thing... The Doctor. He HAD said to call if the Angel needed anything after all. And he said the TARDIS would be able to pick up his call.
Deciding quickly that this was the best form of action, despite his slight embarrassment at having to call for just ONE demon, Castiel lifted his head to the sky, and both thinking and saying, whispered simply: "Doctor."
The demon was looking at him weirdly, but he dismissed her, thinking/saying again, stronger this time. "Doctor."
Mere seconds later there is the familiar grinding, wheezing noise, and Castiel smiles involuntarily. It is extraordinary how quickly the sound had grown on him. The smile disappears, however, when stepping out of the TARDIS, instead of the smiling, bouncing Time Lord Castiel is used to seeing, there comes a different Doctor.
He had the same face and outfit, so he had not regenerated. But his whole demeanor had changed.
Green eyes were hard and full of rage. Pink lips usually pulled up into an excited grin were set into a clenched line. No longer is he playful and clumsy and adorable. This is a Doctor who is angry. This is the Oncoming Storm.
The demon seems to sense the danger she is in, and starts backing away, eyes wide. "Who- who are you?" She asks stammeringly, cocky attitude gone in the face of this extraordinary man. "Did you lay a hand on him?" The Doctor's voice was lower than usual, and dark with anger. "Wha-what-" "Did you touch him?" The question is more forceful this time as the Doctor starts his approach to the retreating demon. "I- I was under orders. He was- He was not to be harmed." The Doctor's glare did not falter. "Then you are lucky." Castiel stared, wide eyed as the demon was backed against the wall. "Who are you?" The Doctor smirked darkly. "I'm the Doctor. Basically," The smirk widened. "Run."
That was all it took, and the demon fled from her vessel, the black smoke rising in the air and out the open door.
The Doctor took a deep breath, and turned to the stunned Angel, still trapped in Holy Fire. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly. Castiel swallowed, and nodded. "Yes. However, the demon will tell others of this. Word will spread quickly through the ranks." "Let it." The Doctor dismissed, eyes still dark. "Let all the demons of Hell know that you. Are. Protected." He took a step closer to the Angel on each of the last three words, and Castiel shivered involuntarily. It was a pleasant shiver, but still dark. Seeming to suddenly see the circle of Holy Fire, the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the sprinkler above their heads. Immediately water began to pour down, and the Fire was extinguished.
"Demons run." Castiel said quietly. The Doctor looked up at him, momentarily confused. "Demons run when a good man goes to war. That was the poem." The Time Lord looked down, slightly saddened by what he had done, though not, it seemed, repentant.
Castiel stepped forward and placed a hand on the Doctor's shoulder. "Thank you." He told him, and he meant it. He knew the Doctor was usually a man of peace, and that he had gotten so angry over a demon capturing him was both scary and flattering.
The alien looked up at him, and suddenly they were in a hug, and Castiel didn't know how he had existed without the Doctor's hugs before because the few he had had did not fail to make him feel ridiculously warm inside.
Then Castiel flies them and the TARDIS back to the little apartment Dean had bought him 'just in case', and they waste away the rest of the day talking and smiling awkwardly until the Doctor is back to his usual cheerful self, and then eventually has to go, before which they hug again, and Castiel worries he may be getting addicted to these hugs, addicted to the Doctor in general really, and what scares him is that he really doesn't mind at all.
The fourth time the Doctor visits, Castiel is worried of his feelings, and the Doctor himself decides it's time to show the Angel what his sexy - ahem, sorry, the TARDIS - can really do. (Also known as the Doctor decides there is something a little more sexy than his TARDIS, and the old girl becomes matchmaker.)
The wheezing of the TARDIS comes when Castiel is thinking. He is becoming worryingly fond of his Doctor.
Wait, 'his'? THE. Not HIS, THE Doctor. Yes, that's what he meant.
'These feelings must stop.' The Angel decides.
And yet, when the blue box fully materialises, he still finds himself smiling more than he has in weeks because it has been a while since the Doctor has visited and yes, alright, he MISSED the overgrown child of a Time Lord, that he can admit.
So when the Doctor pops his head out the door and asks if he wants to see something truly amazing, Castiel doesn't hesitate in standing and practically running through the doors into the alien's precious blue box.
Now, Castiel is an Angel of the Lord, he can't be impressed easily, and yet he would easily admit that the TARDIS was the most beautiful piece of technology he had ever seen. He stared in awe at the orange and green, the coral-like columns, the wires hanging from the ceiling, the glass floor. "Just how much bigger is the inside than the outside?" Castiel asked curiously, eyes wide. The Doctor smirked at him. "You don't want to know. How big are your wings?" A strange feeling overcome him and he mimicked the Doctor's smirk without really knowing why. "You don't want to know." The Angel looked away so didn't see the alien's expression. Unknown to him, the Doctor's eyes had darkened, and his thoughts had turned to something quite a bit less innocent than the Angel's. 'That is quite possibly the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Sorry sexy.' He thought, patting the console comfortingly, though the TARDIS hummed, seeming almost... Amused.
Castiel's voice snapped the Doctor out of his mental admiration of the Angel's smirk. "She is... Sentient." He spoke in wonder, and the floppy haired alien smiled. "Yeah. We've been through a lot together, this old girl and I." He patted the console affectionately again, and the ship whirred happily in response.
"Now!" The Doctor spun to grin at the awed Angel's form, and he waggled his eyebrows. "What do you say we take her for a run? We'll be back in a flash, and I'll put her on random - she can pick anywhere in the Universe, anytime." Castiel smiled at him, wider than he had in a long time. "That sounds great." The Angel told him, making the Doctor beam again.
"Brilliant!" He whirled, running around the console, flicking a switch here, pressing a button there. "You might want to hold on." He advised, before getting a tight grip himself, snapping one last object that looked suspiciously like a human's musical recorder and laughing out: "GERONIMO!"
Immediately the machine was off, crashing through the Vortex (of which the Doctor had explained to Castiel at their second meeting), and the two inhuman beings were thrown around the console room, laughing - even on Castiel's part - until finally, nearly half a minute later, the TARDIS gave one last (almost purposeful seeming) lurch, sending Castiel crashing into the Doctor as she landed, and quieted.
Breathless and grinning, the two did not realise their position for a few moments until Castiel shifted, and suddenly it was all startlingly clear. Castiel was lying over the Doctor, hands on either side of his head, knees on either side of his legs, and lips dangerously close to the others.
Smiles faded, and Castiel could feel the alien's breath hot against his mouth. Just a little bit closer...
And then the TARDIS gave another, this time involuntary jolt, and they thought they heard her grumble in anger at the movement as they were both thrown away from each other, and the moment was gone.
A quick breath and then the Doctor was back on his feet, brushing away the moment to think on later.
Castiel was on much the same track of thought, deciding to analyze whatever just happened when he was alone.
"Right! Ready to see what's out there?" The Doctor asked him excitedly. Smiling, Castiel nodded. This was the most he had smiled in such a short amount of time in... Too long.
Running to the doors the Doctor placed one hand on the handle, turning back to Castiel with a grin. "Coming?"
Following the floppy haired man down the ramp, the Angel took a deep breath. Another smile, and then the Doctor opened the door.
Both Castiel and the Doctor gasped at the sight awaiting them outside. The TARDIS was floating in the deep of space, and right in front of them, was a massive flaming rock, passing so close it seemed almost close enough to touch. The fire was white, and brighter than any normal flame. A comet, just starting to burn.
"Beautiful." Castiel breathed, watching wide eyed.
'Yeah...' The Doctor agreed silently, but he wasn't watching the comet.
Carefully sitting down on the TARDIS' edge, the alien reached up and tugged on the Angel's trench coat. Taking the hint but with blue eyes still wide, Castiel sat next to the Doctor with a smile.
For a moment they sat in silence, before Castiel looked up at the Doctor and sighed, content. "Thank you, Doctor." He said sincerely.
The Doctor smiled at him, calm for once. "It's my pleasure."
Suddenly, the TARDIS tilted, and Castiel automatically leaned closer against the Doctor.
No words were exchanged - no words were needed, though Castiel blushed slightly, and neither moved for the rest of their time watching the comet pass by.
The next time Castiel is the one who 'drops in', feelings are exposed, the TARDIS is happy, and really, it was his Father's fault for making the Doctor such a beautiful being.
Castiel was restless. These... FEELINGS at first had been confusing, and definitely not meant for Angels to experience. It was meant to be impossible! But the Time Lord was something else, and as he sometimes said, "It's not impossible, just a bit improbable."
But now... He knew what he wanted to do. He just didn't know if he COULD do it.
There would be no problem getting to the Doctor - he wouldn't call, he could simply fly, and it would take him no time at all. (The Time Lord had made an adorable pout at it, but had finally allowed Castiel to mark the inside of the TARDIS doors with several different protection sigils, and also adding his own sign, so he himself could find him.)
Deciding to, as Dean would say, 'man up and just do it', he stood, and with a flutter of wings, vanished from the room, and reappeared in the familiar Type-40 to a sight that took his breath away.
The Doctor was on his back, minus tweed jacket, with his shirt sleeves rolled up, little spots of grease over his clothes, face and hair, working on the console of the TARDIS. For some obscure reason - at least to him - the picture made Castiel smile. It was almost... Domestic. Well, as domestic as a 900+ year old Time Lord fixing his time machine while an ancient Angel of the Lord stood by could be.
Finally noticing the Angel standing by his feet, the Doctor pushed away from the console and pulled himself up, grinning at his friend. He didn't know when they'd become friends, but they had. It was just... There. They complimented each other. Each had played a part in a war against their own people. Each had found brilliant friends - and lost them. They were different and the same - the Time Lord and the Angel.
"Hey, Castiel!" The Doctor greeted happily.
"I've been thinking, Doctor." The Angel spoke gravely, and the Time Lord's smile fell. "What is it?" He asked, worried. "There is something I have been meaning to do for a long time now, I think, I simply did not realise it until a mere day ago." The Doctor furrowed his brow more. "Castiel, what's wro-"
And then his question was cut off by soft lips on his, moving in the best way possible against his own and damn it if an Angel should be allowed to be such a good kisser. Getting over his surprise, the Doctor lifted his hands to twine his fingers in Castiel's dark hair, pulling them closer together and responding eagerly.
When they finally pulled apart, they were breathless, and grinning, and the Doctor asked, "So... This is...?" And Castiel nodded, and words failed both of them so they just kissed again.
Neither of them noticed the pleased hum of the TARDIS, or the sighing noise that sounded a little bit like 'finally'. Because in her opinion, this had been far too long in the coming really, and for a long time the Time Lord and his Angel stood in a sweet embrace.
EXTRA
When Dean and Sam find out, Crowley is there, and it's all the demons fault.
"So," Castiel looked up from his slightly stiff position on Bobby's couch to watch the demon Crowley as he began to speak. "Word has been practically FLYING through the ranks, Angel. In fact I'm surprised it took me this long to hear of it." Castiel is not stupid, he knows where this is going. He had not been LYING to the Winchesters exactly, he just didn't want to tell them just yet. He planned to do it AFTER the Apocalypse, if they all survived that is. But oh no. That irritating demon the Doctor had saved him from was bound to blab at some point. Still, no reason to just walk right into it.
"I have no interest in the rumours of demons, Crowley." Castiel informed him, keeping his face blank. It wasn't hard - he was usually like that anyway.
The demon smirked at him. "Oh I think you'll be interested in this little piece of news VERY much."
"Just spit it out, Crowley!" Dean snapped, annoyed.
Crowley's smirk widened. "Word is, little Castiel here, has a protector. A man both ancient and young, who doesn't die and is always alone. An alien - Time Lord, correct?"
Castiel had no idea how Crowley had found out even that much, but it didn't matter now. The Winchesters were shaking their heads, both with raised eyebrows.
"An alien, Crowley, really?" Sam asked skeptically. "That's ridiculous, man." Dean decided to chip in. "Yeah. The most we've come was that guy who I'm pretty sure was high and had some sort of ability to make us see things. It's all stupid."
"Is it?" Crowley raised an eyebrow. "They say this man, he calls himself 'the Doctor'." Castiel could see Dean and Sam starting to understand as the demon continued, turning to the Angel. "They say whole armies, turn and run away in fear when he comes near. They say he burns, like fire, and ice, and rage, and the storm in the heart of the sun. That he can see the turn of the Universe, and can feel the world spin. That he's a soldier, a mighty warrior. Apparently he left his own people to die. And they say..." He smirks at the increasingly agitated Castiel. "He's a monster."
That was the final straw and in a snap second Crowley was shoved against a wall, Castiel growling and holding him back. "He is NOT a monster." The Angel warned angrily. Crowley just smiled. "I knew it was true. So tell me, is the poem true as well?" Dean and Sam were forgotten now, it was just Angel versus demon. Crowley began to recite the poem, smirking, knowing it just riled Castiel up more. "'Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies. Night will fall and the dark will rise when a good man goes to war.'" Crowley smirked yet again. "Back off, Angel. You know you can't hurt me." And then Castiel is gone, and Crowley is free, and the Winchesters are, once again, confused.
They do work it out eventually. The brothers Castiel cares so much for accept it, and they insist on finally meeting the Doctor. When Crowley meets him, he gets a shock that the legend acts most of the time as an overgrown child in an adults body, but recovers quickly, and offers the Doctor a glass of scotch.
Castiel even gets to meet Amy and Rory, who were apparently the Doctor's 'on-off companions'. They both seem a bit surprised, but they're happy for their childish friend. "If the Doctor is happy," Amy explained to him while Rory nodded and the alien in question tinkered around the TARDIS, "Then we're happy too."
So time went on, as it always did, and the Doctor and Castiel were happy. No doubt there were problems, of course. The Apocalypse still had to be dealt with, and there was the whole mess with River that the Doctor really had to get sorted out, but every relationship has problems, doesn't it?
They weren't perfect, but they were beautiful.
And if the TARDIS had any hand in the two finding love? Well, the old girl would never tell.