The idea for this story happened on a cold night where my husband and I were coming up with silly ideas from Cabin fever, but I'm excited to present this first part to you all. It's my first time trying to take on the greatness that is Doctor Who so please be gentle!

Please R&R and I will consider if I should continue writing this I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Doctor Who (as much as I adore David Tennant!)


Dean shivered violently as he fumbled with the keys to their motel room. Why the hell was it so cold? And better yet, why were they in Ohio when he was sure there were just as many people needing his help in Florida, where it was 80* and hot, scantily clad girls lined the beaches?

Sam had discovered the cold front, or "Polar Vortex" as the man on Channel 3 kept referring to it. Obviously something odd was happening across the Midwest. Why was it always the Winchester brothers that needed to be involved in the solution of these types of situations? But, if they hadn't gone looking for trouble, then trouble would have gone looking for them.

Sighing loudly, Dean entered the hotel room, balancing his sack of burgers and two large sodas. There were probably better burger joints around, but that soda machine was too much fun to pass up. His brother looked up from the computer screen at the sound of the door slamming.

"More burgers? Did you seriously go to Five Guys because you wanted to play with the machines at the restaurant?" Sam scoffed.

Dean shrugged.

"You do realize that those machines were made by Pininfarina, which is the same company that designs Ferrari's? Since that is the closest I will probably ever get to even touching a piece of automotive art like that, I think you can deal and we can spring for a few sodas!" He watched his brother shake his head and grab for one of the burgers in the sack.

Dean reached for the thermostat in the hotel room and flicked it as high as it would go, rubbing his hands together quickly in a vain attempt to get warm. Cheap hotel rooms had their limits, and the heating systems were typically old and praying to die, so they didn't handle subzero temperatures very well. Once again, he found his mind slowly drifting to the beautiful, bikini clad girls that skipped along in the southern sun.

He plopped down at the table and bit into his burger, angrily.

"So have you found anything yet to explain why we need to be here since I am definitely voting for a Caribbean vacation right now?"

"What's your sudden fascination with the Caribbean? You've never been interested in it before." Sam asked, rolling his eyes without looking up.

"I think we need a vacation, plus it has to be a hell of a lot warmer there then it is here! Bring on the Bikini's!" Dean answered, smirking. Sam ignored him and continued to type on his laptop. He sighed and ran a hand through his shoulder length hair.

"Well, I don't think this has anything to do with witches, and there are no frost giants that frequent the Midwest. Those are mostly contained to Antarctica and Greenland. I was looking into potential gods or goddesses, but I don't really have any idea of where to start looking." Sam reached for one of the journals that littered the table in front of him. "And there's nothing in Bobby's or Dad's writings that seem to match any of these occurrences."

"So you're telling me we are shit out of luck at this moment." Dean growled in reply.

"I wouldn't put it that strongly, but yes." Sam sighed and took a bite of one of the French fries from the bag. "We are shit out of luck, Dean." He replied sarcastically, "But I know this has to be something supernatural. How else would it be this cold?"

"Because it's the middle of January in the Midwest? Do you think that might possibly be the reasoning behind this?"

The younger man shook his head.

"Dean, I am telling you there is something here. We need a job anyway. I feel like we have been cooped up in that bunker for so long that I forgot what sunlight felt like."

"Yeah, well, at least that bunker is warm. That's all I am saying." Dean replied. It's safer too, but who am I to complain? He thought. Dean wouldn't admit it to his brother, but he was happy to be back on the job. It had been a long couple of weeks, and the lies about why they couldn't hunt were starting to run thin. He couldn't tell Sam that it was to keep him safe because that Ezekiel still needed more time to heal the younger Winchester, which meant Dean had run out of options.

He dreaded what would happen if Sam found out about the unknown passenger. Dean knew his brother wouldn't take kindly to the idea, and he wasn't sure how much of a fight he was willing to endure for the sake of keeping Sam safe. If it came to it, Ezekiel might just have to put Sam into a resting state and take over his body completely. Not ideal, but Sam and his seemingly unending list of reasons why he always had the more moral answer somewhere in his Sammy-ness were really starting to get tiresome.

An odd whirring sound broke Dean out of his thoughts, and his gaze moved toward the windows that faced the parking lot. Lights flashed in the glass, and Dean shot his brother an odd look.

The two men crossed to the door and stepped outside just in time to watch a blue police box appear in the parking space next to the Impala. Both men drew their guns, the sights aimed at the newly appeared vessel. The doors flung open and a suited man popped out smiling. He shivered and rubbed his hands along his arms, glancing up at the star-filled sky above him as if asking an unspoken question. Sam shifted, looking at his brother with a raised eyebrow. The stranger in front of them turned, as if just noticing he had an audience.

"Oh, well hello there! It's a bit chilly out today isn't it?" He called to them with a mannerly British accent. Dean's spine tightened and he narrowed his eyes. The last thing he needed to deal with was some David Bowe impersonator popping up out of nowhere. Like he didn't have enough problems.

"Who the hell are you? And please don't say Harry Potter." Dean barked.

The suited man smiled and placed his hands in the front pockets of his pants.

"Oh no. I never could get that magic wand to work properly. My name is the Doctor."

…X…

Breathing in the cold air was a bit painful, but Sam was afraid to move any part of his body. He was unsure about the blue suited man standing before them, and the tension rolling off of Dean in waves made him very uneasy.

The fact that Sam, himself, seemed to be capturing the most attention from the newcomer did not help either.

Eyes wide, the man who had identified himself as 'The Doctor' moved forward, pulling what appeared to be a large silver pen out of his pocket.

"You are a very interesting young man, aren't you?" He asked Sam in an excited voice. Striding over to stand between the brothers, The Doctor pressed a button on the device he was holding and the tip began to glow an electric blue. "Something not quite right about you, fully human, only just not." The Doctor looked up at Sam with a far off, questioning look. "Yes, you are very interesting indeed."

"What is he doing Dean?" Sam questioned, lowering his hands to his sides, and never taking his eyes from the man before him. Dean seemed to come back to his senses and Sam could hear the Colt 1911 in his brother's hands click as his stance readjusted.

"Hey! Knock it off with the probe there buddy!" Dean challenged. Smiling widely, the suited man took in the expressions of his audience.

"I'm sorry my manners must have escaped me. I'm The Doctor."

"Yes, you already explained that part." Dean huffed, grinding his teeth in annoyance. "What we don't know is why you are attempting to violate my brother."

The Doctor looked down at his hand, seemingly confused.

"Violate? With a sonic screwdriver?" He looked up at Dean, smirking slightly. "I mean, I have heard of some pretty kinky things, but never that. Although if that's what keeps you happy, who am I to judge."

Sam watched his brother's face redden slightly and fought off the overwhelming urge to laugh, though he did let a small smile escape. Dean glared at him for the gesture, but was interrupted before he could speak.

"Doctor, where have you gotten off to? I thought we were going to Jupiter's third moon today." An inquisitive voice called out, followed by a thin blonde woman, who hopped through the doorway of the blue box in the parking lot. "Oh hello, we have company then?" She asked smiling. Dean was watching her carefully.

"What is that thing? A clown car?! Who is she?" He asked, addressing The Doctor, and pointing at the box with his gun hand. Without waiting for an answer, Dean stormed over to the "vehicle" and poked his head inside. Sam watched as his brother slowly pulled himself back out and stared at the two visitors. "What the hell is going on here?" Dean demanded.

The girl had joined Sam and The Doctor by this point, shivering violently in her thin jeans and light coat. Deciding that remaining outside may kill everyone just as easily as being cordial could, Sam spoke up.

"Why don't we finish this inside the room? I don't know how much longer I can stand this cold, Dean."

His brother opened his mouth to retort, shivered, and thinking better of the argument Sam could see forming, conceded with a nod.

Once inside the hotel room, Dean slammed the door behind them and cocked his gun.

"Alright, someone needs to start talking or we are going to have a problem." The older Winchester demanded. Sam watched as the suited man stepped slightly in front of his companion, a glint of annoyance behind the calm facade he displayed. He gestured to the weapon in Dean's hand.

"First you need to put that down. I have no tolerance for guns."

Dean raised an eyebrow, and Sam could see that this was going to be a very long fight if he didn't say anything.

"Just put it down Dean. I don't think they are here to hurt us, no matter how strange they may appear." Sam watched his words slowly sink in and his brother moved to lower and holster his gun, making sure to keep it within easy reach. The Doctor's companion stepped forward hesitantly.

"Well I think we need to start with introductions. I'm Rose and I see you have met The Doctor." She stated simply. "And you are obviously, Dean." Turning toward Sam, she smiled cautiously. "Who might you be?"

"Sam Winchester." He replied, watching Dean cross his arms over his chest.

"So what kind of Doctor are you?" The older hunter asked, pointedly.

"Oh no he's just 'The Doctor'. That's his name." Rose said with a grin. Dean frowned.

"Oh right, well I didn't realize. Didn't you know that Sam? He's 'just the Doctor'. Sorry to have asked." Dean remarked casually. "Where the hell did these yahoos come from?" He asked casting a look toward Sam and pointing a thumb at their new arrivals.

"From Earth." The Doctor replied nonchalantly. "Well to be specific, not your Earth, more of a different Earth. A bit more wobbly then yours actually, but hopefully they will fix that soon." Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

"Well then if you weren't on 'our Earth' then how did you get here?" Sam asked, curious.

"Well… you see I have this ship..." The Doctor started, shrugging.

"You mean that circus act that you pulled outside? It's a spaceship?" Dean cut in, incredulous.

"You did look inside, didn't you?" Rose retorted. "So you should obviously know it is a ship."

"It seems…" Dean began.

"Bigger on the inside than it is on the outside?" The Doctor finished for the hunter. "That's because the Tardis is camouflaging itself to blend in with the rest of the universe."

"We can get into more of the explanations later." Sam interjected. "First we need to know why you are here."

The Doctor pursed his lips slightly and eyed the Winchester's carefully. Sam had the distinct feeling that he was holding back on something, but couldn't quite decipher what it was. He was appearing more and more as a very difficult individual to understand.

"It would seem that we are all here for the same reason; curiosity about the sudden temperature drop and fluctuations in atmospheric readings originating within this area?" The Doctor asked nonchalantly, but with a hint of excitement in his mannerisms.

"Yes. I would suppose we are." Sam replied. He was starting to like these two strangers.

"So we will be working together than?" Rose asked, smiling broadly.

"Let me get this straight. I've fought Clowns, Giant Teddy Bears, Gods, Demons, Angels and a hell of a lot of creatures with teeth and now I'm probably going to be roped into helping a crazy, British, Ringo wanna be, who answers to the name of 'Doctor' and his cheerleader girlfriend into saving the universe?" Dean retorted, bristling visibly.

"Pretty much, yeah." The Doctor replied wrinkling his nose and grinning. Rose glowered at Dean.

"We don't really need your help, if you are that against giving it." She snapped pointedly.

"Yes, sweetheart, you do." Dean replied sardonically. "Because we are the Winchesters" His lips turned up in a smirk. "And everyone always needs our help."

…X…

Dean sighed loudly for the fifth time in two hours. He had been relegated to the proverbial bench, left to his own making while Sam and The Doctor discussed the possibilities for the monster they were chasing. It seemed that his brother had hit it off with the newcomer exceedingly easily, considering the interesting nature of The Doctor.

The man called Doctor unnerved Dean a bit. He was everything that the Winchester brothers were not, and he was understandably concerned as to how that would affect his baby brother.

Sam already disapproved of many of the tactics they employed on a daily basis to handle the calls they received. Now he would probably feel more justified with the hippy rants that flitted through his mind, and Dean could not be more unhappy with the prospect.

He glanced over at the blond girl clicking through channels on the hotel TV. She seemed to be fairly normal, though her taste in companions needed testing.

"So what is it about this Doctor guy that I have yet to discover? Why do you and Sam seem to find him so interesting?" He asked gruffly.

Rose shrugged, continuing to click through networks one at a time.

"What is it that makes you think he isn't?" She asked casually.

He watched her carefully, eyes narrowed. Was he the only person on the planet that didn't immediately trust this secretive man, who traveled in a devious machine, and acted as though everything he encountered warranted his immediate attention? Dean wasn't so sure.

He did have to admit that while he usually found people with British accents to be pompous douche bags, case in point Crawley the self proclaimed King of Hell, hers did have a certain charm about it.

"So what is the deal with you and the Doctor? Are you his girlfriend or something?" He asked, attempting to be nonchalant. Rose eyed him warily.

"Something like that... only without all the constant snogging."

"Well what the hell is the fun in that then? Sounds more like a babysitter to me." Dean replied, eyebrows knitted in annoyance, and she giggled.

"It does seem to work out that way quite often." Rose glanced toward the table where Sam and the Doctor were sitting. "Though, even if that is the price of traveling with him, I would never give up the experiences he has given me."

As if by some magnetic pull, the pilot of the box called the Tardis looked over at Rose. He smiled widely for a moment, before diving back into the conversation he was having with the younger Winchester. A wistful expression graced her features, before she turned back toward the television and continued her channel search.

Dean, deciding to leave her to her thoughts, and not all that keen on a "star-crossed lovers" conversation, stood up from the sofa. Snatching a beer from the mini-fridge, he sauntered over toward the conversation taking place at the table. Dropping the bottle on the table just hard enough to earn a glance from his brother, he slumped into one of the hard plastic chairs.

"So have we found anything useful, girls? Did Cosmo tell you how soon your cycles are going to synchronize?" Dean asked, taking a sip from the amber colored bottle. "What about you Doc? What do you think about this situation?"

The Doctor cleared his throat and eyed Dean warily. The elder Winchester could tell when he wasn't liked, it happened pretty frequently as a matter of fact, but he didn't really care. Their guest was odd, without a doubt one of the most unusual people he had ever met, and he had encountered some strange people in his travels, but Dean just couldn't seem to put his finger on why.

Sam had appeared to trust him without any further thought, but Dean still felt reserved in the decision. He thought that maybe with some poking and pestering, he might get to the root of what made him so uncomfortable around this strange man. Maybe it had something to do with the hair.

"I have a theory about what could be causing this weather phenomenon, but it's still too early to really know for sure." The Doctor stated, clearing his throat. "Are you acquainted with the Yuki Onna?"

"I have heard the name before, but don't know much about them. So, no" Sam replied, shaking his head to add emphasis. The Doctor nodded, continuing.

"Well...They typically prefer island cultures. On this planet, you can usually find them in Japan." He remarked, "Which is the peculiar part, as Yuki Onna are seldom known for leaving their settlements."

"So we need to find out why this Yucky Obo, alien, thing is here then huh?" Dean asked, swallowing a mouthful of the beer he had been drinking.

"Yuki Onna, Dean." Sam corrected.

"Whatever. We need to find out what this thing wants so it'll go away and we can go back to the nice safe, warm bunker." Dean shrugged, grinning at his little brother. "So how do we track it?"

Sam and the Doctor exchanged looks. Shutting his laptop, the younger Winchester sighed.

"You're not going to like this Dean but, we are going to need Cas' help. He is the only one of us who has had an encounter with the Yuki Onna. I remember him mentioning it before. At the very least he can give us some insight into how to fight it." Sam stated, watching his brother. Dean groaned and nodded, definitely not liking this option but not knowing any alternatives.

This was going to be an interesting night.