A Demon has Her

Chapter 1: Phone call for a dead man

"Hello?" Sam Winchester asked as he answered his cell phone, which rang numerous times before he checked the caller ID, 'CALLER UNKNOWN' it read.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon and this was the first time in months him and his brother didn't have a case. Though Dean was looking left, right and center for one. In fact, that's what he was doing while Sam chatted.

"John? Um, sorry but John died a while back. Who did you say your name was, again?" Sam asked, grabbing John's journal which was under Dean's pillow.

"John?" Dean asked "He's looking for our dad?"

"Okay now what's your full name, Doctor…?" Sam flipped through the pages of the journal trying to find this man's name.

"Alright so it's just 'The Doctor' well, about John, see he died almost six years ago… But if there's a case or something like that you can always give it to us. We'd be happy to-"

"Doctor, i'm his son, Sam. He's taught me everything he knew. I'm pretty sure i can handle anything you throw at me."

"So meet you, London!?"

"London?" Dean asked

"Sammy, going international? You know we only handle America's crap. Even Canada's a big fat no, eh."

"I'm sorry Doctor but i think that there's another hunter by the name of Gregory West over there that i can-… No? Alright but i can't go to London. You'll just either go find the other hunter, which i can give you his contact information or you can bring your problem over here." Sam explained.

"What do you mean, where am i?… America… Year? 2012. Uh, i think we're in Texas now… Western Boot motel, room number? 42. Doctor, i don't see the point of telling you the exact location if you're in London."

"Well i suppose we can go if you pay for our accommodations.."

"Or you can personally take us there.. That's fine too. Are you a pilot?"

"No, you're a Doctor. Of course. Alright, we'll see you soon, Doctor. Always happy to help. You're welcome. Bye." Sam hung up the phone.

"Sam. I'm not going to London. Emphasis on the not." Dean told him, sternly and closing Sam's laptop.

"Look, Dean, he said he'll take us there personally and take care of transport. It's a free trip to London i say we take it." Sam replied, placing his cell phone back in his pocket.

"We're not.. Taking a plane.. Are we?" Dean asked, hesitant and disgusted already.

"I-I don't know. He just said that he'll take care of the transport." Sam shrugged and sat on the lumpy, tacky bed.

"Whatever. Did the dude say what his name was?" Dean stood up from his seat and walked to the fridge and grabbed an ice, cold bottle of beer.

"The Doctor." Sam answered.

"Doctor?" Dean asked, popping the cap off,

"Doctor who?" he took a swig.

"He just said 'The Doctor." Sam grabbed John's journal again.

"The Doctor? That sounds like a stage name for a male stripper. Are you sure he said 'i'll take you to London personally and i'll pay for your transport' or 'You are going to London, i'm taking you there personally. And i'll even pay for your transport?" Dean chuckled, walking towards his bed.

"He knew Dad, Dean." Sam informed his brother, he flipped through pages.

"Oh? Okay and that's just alright with you?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam answered, not looking away from the pages.

"A stranger who may or may not be a 'gentleman pleaser' phones you up looking for a guy whose been dead for 6 years. Did he say 'Winchester?' Because there's a lot of John's out there and in the stripper business the phone sex is-" Dean rambled.

Sam, after getting weary of Dean's infatuation with this man not being who he said he was, replied with this;

"He's not a male stripper, Dean. He's a Doctor… And he was British."

"British? Sam that means he's a male stripper." Dean took another swig of beer.

"No he's not …'Cause i found him. 'The Doctor, hunted alongside Dad on a Wendigo case in '02. Never saw him again after that. It says that he's the last of a species, he's got two hearts and that he would only kill as a last resort'… Dean.. Is he a monster?" Sam asked, confused at his father's lack of information.

"Should we gank him?" Dean looked at his brother, just as confused as he was.

"Whom should we 'gank?" Cas asked, appearing behind Dean's bed out of thin air.

"Cas, i swear to god you better not be behind me." Dean turned around and saw Castiel, indeed behind the bed. Dean flinched.

"Can't you just use the door like a normal person?"

Cas looked at Dean, his facial expression turned confused and puzzled why Dean would ask a question like that.

"No." He answered bluntly.

To this, Sam gave a playful smirk.

"Now whom are we going to 'gank?" Cas asked again.

"We don't know yet. The Doctor, have you heard of him?" Sam said, looking up from the journal.

"In which subject does he hold a doctret in?" Cas looked at Sam.

"No, he's not a Doctor, he says he's The Doctor." Sam answered.

"The Doctor? He's not a prophet, 'nor is he an angel." Cas replied.

"In other words, no you haven't heard of him." Dean groaned.

"Don't worry Dean. He said he'll be here soon to take us to London. We can interrogate him when he comes." Sam said, closing the journal and throwing it at Dean to place under his pillow.

"And if he's a possessed, once he comes through the door we'll be ready."

"Fine, pretty stupid move tellin' him our room number, exact location and names… Wait a sec, don't planes from London to Texas usually take about 15 hours?" Dean asked.

"So he wont be here as soon as he thought… I'm getting another beer, Sam?"

"Yeah, i'll go for one." Sam asnwered.

"Cas?… No, i remembered last time you drank. We already have a potential monster on our hands, last thing we need is a drunk angel." Dean began to walk to the fridge again.

Suddenly, the brother's heard a strange noise. They couldnt describe it. It was out of this world. Something Dean would find on Star Trek or Star Wars.

"I hope you hear that too." Dean told everybody, grabbing his gun from his back.

"Yeah i hear it." Sam replied, looking around the room trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

"Good than i'm not going any more crazy." Dean said.

"What is the bearer of that sound?" Cas asked, looking at Dean as if he'd know the asnwer.

In front of their very eyes, in the middle of the room appeared a giant blue box. Which had the words POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX on the top.

"I'm going on a limb here but i'd say, that." Dean asnwered, gun at ready.