N/A: Hello everyone!

So first of all, this is my first fic in English. This is my first fic about DW and my first fic about SPN. I'm basically a virgin. So please be nice. I hope it will get better as chapters go by! :p

I write this because I find Clara absolutely perfect for Dean Winchester and I cannot believe no one has ever written anything about it, so I had to do it! Please enjoy and review!

Pairing : Dean Winchester (SPN) and Clara Oswald (DW)

Rating: M for later.

Disclaimer: BBC and the CW own everything, lucky them!

PROLOGUE

I can't remember how this all started… Well actually I can remember HOW this all started, and by that I mean the facts that surround it. I don't know how the feelings started though. Must be one of those sparks who were dead and suddenly, out of nowhere, they become this huge forest fire that consumes everything on its way. I don't know exactly how this all started, but I do know that all I can think about is him. I am locked in a dark room, I can barely distinguish my own body and I don't know where I am. This seems to happen to me way too often. I don't know where I am and I don't even care. My only fear is what he'll do. Because I know he'll overreact and won't hesitate one second to give up his life for me. And I don't want that on my conscience. All I can hope for is that the Doctor is with him and hopefully controls his fury. I sighed and pulled a bit on the chains circling my wrist. This was going to last a while. I closed my eyes, trying to remember how this all started.

It was the summer. I was out on vacation and all I wanted was to get some sun. Maybe tan a bit, enjoy the lazy days on a beach, hearing the breeze of the ocean… That was really all I wanted. So I called the Doctor and told him of my desires:

"Oh Clara, what a brilliant idea! You know what? We could go to that Resort Planet in the Sombrero Galaxy. In the 41st century, they have this amazing ice cream, you're going to love it!"

I thought about it for a second.

"Meh… Not really, couldn't we just stay on Earth for a bit? You know, they have lovely beaches on Earth, and we could have fun, meet people, just enjoy good ol' Earth. Couldn't we Doctor?"

"Then why d'you call me? Couldn't you grab a plane, ride a bus, or something? Do something humany-wumany for your humany-wumany vacations?" He sounded offended.

"Well for starters, you're a free transportation! Plane tickets cost a fortune and bus rides last days! Why would I do that when I have a time machine at my disposal?"

That may have been a mistake, because he went on a rant about how the machine was not at my disposal, how it was more than a time machine and how he wasn't just my cabbie there whenever I rang him. He was a Time Lord, and I was just a human and who was I to think I could command him whenever I wanted… And it went on until I don't really know when, because at some point I stopped listening. It was always the same, I had to be very careful with the words I used, but sometimes they just blurted out and all I had to do was to wait until the rant ended. I can tell you something already: That phone bill is also going to be a lot bigger on the inside.

"Come on Doctor, your human skills are a bit rusty, aren't they? It's been the aliens, you and I for a while, don't you miss more humany-wumany?"

"Why would I want to…" he started replying.

"There will be cocktails… You know, the ones you like, with pineapple juice?"

"For free?"

"Oh, I'm sure we can figure something out!"

I knew that would draw his attention. The Doctor really was the oldest five years old in the Universe, and I had experience with children, so it's always a bit weird to say how easily you can get the Doctor to do things for you. And actually, I liked being with the Doctor. My crush on him was over, or at least I thought so. He just became my best mate and it would be nice to have him around without fighting for the Earth for once.

"And it's been a while since I've seen you! It would be nice to spend some quality time together. Maybe after our vacation we could go find some undiscovered planet far in the future?"

I won him over. I knew it because of the small silence that followed and started pushing buttons on the Tardis:

"What time do I pick you up?"

I thought I had done the most difficult part, but I had never been so wrong! I packed my bags, with everything I needed for vacations and that wasn't much. I just needed some bikinis and dresses, so it was quick. And wasn't relaxing the point of vacationing? When I went into the Tardis, we decided to land on an island near India, during 2013. But of course, with the Tardis, we shouldn't have expected any kind of precision with the dates or the place. So we landed in Missouri … in 1924. Then in 2015. Then in 1965, then in 2006. Each time, we landed in the same village, on different dates, but the Tardis just wouldn't let us get away of that bloody village! I'm not one to swear, but believe me, unsuccessfully trying to get out away from a small town can really get to you. Now I really understood why the characters in the films always dreamed about getting away! After fifteen unsuccessful attempts, we gave up. With a heavy sigh, I was sitting on the sidewalk next to the Tardis, while the Doctor was trying to apologize, leaning on his beautiful yet useless machine. She really was a cow!

"So, what are we going to do? What's going on? We can't even go home!"

"I don't know what happened. All I can do is guess, and even that won't help much. She decided we needed to be here, so there must be something special about this place. I don't know why, this feels like the most boring place on Earth. You didn't insult her lately, did you?"

I thought about it for a while. The Tardis and I weren't exactly the best friends on Earth, but we ended up getting along, since we both enjoyed travelling with the Doctor enough. We didn't want to spoil it because of the pathetic feuds we had. Plus, whenever I was kind of mean, she hid my room. Or the bathroom. Or the kitchen. But I have to say the worst of times were when she hid the loo. I could sleep on the floor, but the rest… No, I didn't insult her in any kind of way lately. Except for now, but that was after she treated us the way she did. And I was about to tell him that, when I heard the hammers of two guns behind us.

"Who the hell are you?!" The voice was deep, rough, with a tone of threat. I wasn't expecting this. Really wasn't. I turned my head to take a look at the Doctor, who had the same thought. We looked at each other with surprise painted on our faces, before another voice came from behind, more hesitant and younger than the other one.

"Eyes front and show us your hands!" So we did as ordered. They didn't need to check me for a weapon, since the only thing I was wearing was a polka dotted red dress. The Doctor was more complicated. They asked him to take off his coat and checked him for weaponry.

"Look, I don't know what you're looking for, but it is certainly not us. We come in peace! We're nice!" He was trying his brightest smile, but they couldn't see it. The guys chuckled.

"Nice try, now act normal and follow us!" We didn't exactly have any other choice, so we did. We followed them to a motel around the corner, were they led us to a room and made us sit on the bed. That really looked like one of those low cost crappy American motel rooms. I've never been to America before, but it seemed that everything I saw was confirming a stereotype. We could finally face them, and observe them for a few seconds. Both of them were tall, but one of them was so tall he made the other one look short. They both had bright green eyes and were staring at us in a very suspicious way. The short one, the one who was threatening me seemed to be the older. He had small wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, freckles and very nice lips. I couldn't help but notice he was nicely built, with broad shoulders. The other one was also large and had long commercial-like brown hair. The Doctor started talking:

"I am the Doctor, and this is my companion Clara. We're just passing by… Or at least trying!" He said quite weary. He wanted this vacation and was tired of trying to get there. And now this. I have to admit I really wanted to go now. I just raised my hand and waved hello with a bright smile, trying to lighten up the mood a bit, but the guys stayed dead serious. Blimey, were they trained to look that serious? They didn't smile, the short guy seemed to get more frustrated.

"Are you telling me you were trying to pass by for a hundred years?" He seemed incredulous, and as a matter of fact, he had a right to be. Who would believe that? Crazy people, without a doubt. And we couldn't really say it's merely been a day for us, could we? That would make us utterly insane! But the Doctor wasn't human, therefore he didn't really get it. Apparently not, since he started talking again.

"Well not really, no. We've been trying for a day, but we kept bouncing on the timestream of this…"

"Doctor…" I muttered, my jaw clenched, I was just trying to warn him.

"Wait Clara, let me explain to those gentlemen."

"Doctor…" I said again. They were looking at us like we were crazy people already. But the Doctor kept going.

"So, I don't know what is in this town, that makes us bounce on the timestream, and we just can't seem to… AOUCH well Clara, that was certainly not necessary while I'm trying to answer our kidnappers' questions!"

"Doctor, regular humans do not want to hear about time travel!"

"Well, then I just guess you're like we're not regular humans… So, time travellers, hm?" The tall one had just started talking and he showed the Doctor with his gun. "He doesn't seem normal, but you look from this era… And normal. Besides the fact that you're British…"

"Oy! In what is that not normal? I'm very proud of my country, thank you very much!" I couldn't help but reply, taking the offence. The short guy chuckled. I guess they weren't used to a girl with a tongue even though the gun is pointed at her. I didn't care much about guns really. I fought against Cybermen, Snowmen, Daleks, and basically every living creature the Doctor has faced. So yes, guns were dangerous, but I'd rather leave the fear of death to somebody else.

"So you're stuck here? How do you travel? Portal? God? Spell?" We looked at him completely puzzled, and it was our turn to look at them as if they were crazy. The Doctor explained calmly.

"Well there's only one real way to travel in time, isn't there? By science of course!"

The two guys started laughing, while we stared at them seriously. The Doctor and I exchanged a glance and shrugged, without understanding what was happening. The guys saw that and stopped laughing:

"Wait! Are you serious?!" asked the tall one.

"Why wouldn't we be?" was the Doctor's answer.

A silence fell, and it was quite uncomfortable, since they were both pointing the gun at us, and looking completely astounded. I didn't really understand, why it seemed so impossible after everything they had just told us. It lasted for a few seconds, when the Doctor ended up talking.

"We have a time-machine, time and space machine actually. That's where you took us from. We were trying to go to Asia to have a vacation, but something in this town just stranded us here. Do you have any idea of what it could be? You don't seem like the regular cops or burglars. What kinds of research lead you to us? Were you looking for time travellers? How did you even find us? Do we appear on pictures? I should've been more careful… But we only stayed here a few minutes. How is it possible? Were you aiming to find us? Oh wait, maybe it was the energy? But you shouldn't have the technology to track it down..."

There he was, my Doctor. He lost them completely, because he spoke too quickly. I put a hand on his arm, the two guys were apparently having a conversation with their eyes, and they put the guns down. I let out a sigh I didn't even know I was holding. They both took a chair and sat in front of us. The short one started:

"I am Dean and this is my brother Sam… We're hunters. And we hunt Supernatural things. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, djinns, demons… Basically we said it. Everything that's supernatural."

The Doctor was frowning very deep. He was apparently concerned with what the short one – Dean – said. And I have to admit, I was too. In every life I have seen of the Doctor, supernatural never existed. Everything that had the least of a paranormal or supernatural event was in fact a sciency or alieny thing. I should stop talking to the Doctor, I sound like him, even in my mind. Anyway, until then, we have never experienced actual paranormal or actual supernatural. We were both really surprised, and then the Doctor said exactly what I was thinking.

"But that's not possible."