A/N: I've been feeling guilty at my lack of writing some gorgeous Doctor Who so... tadaaa. It's short (guilty), BUT, if liked then another chapter (or six) will be added, deal?
Set after Sammy was resouled, but before going against the human spiders, alrighty?
Disclaimer: Well, my ingenious plan to steal the Tardis and thereby travel back in time to snuffle Erik Kripke's idea and then for a quick jaunt to the early sixties has- uptil now- been a failure. But you just wait^^
Somebody poke my brain for me, because I want to remember
Sam sat on the edge, looking over the blackness of the fields and woods. He tried deciphering shapes in the darkness, but his imagination would make everything seem different, more threatening. If he squinted really hard everything would reassert itself into their proper objects: Bushes, trees, not demons and monsters. He was enjoying this game of guessing. It removed all important questions from his tantalized brain. He had, for a while, been trying to guess things he could almost, but not exactly remember. But his impatience for answers was never rewarded with clear images of his past.
Ever since those first small flashbacks, Dean's confession that he had in fact been up here for a year. But… it didn't feel real, like it was him, more like a different person had been inhabiting his body that whole year. He'd been somewhere else, Hell, perhaps. Although, that part of him wasn't reality either. He, the person he was right now, that person, belonged neither to Hell nor earth during that year. It was frustrating to try and understand. How could he be three people at the same time and where had that last part of him been?
The Doctor contemplated dozens upon dozens of human psyches every day. Each one bore something unique, interesting. Most were worth investigating, nurturing and were incredible additions to that natural oddity that was named the human race.
Sam Winchester. He'd had the pleasure of making his acquaintance before. It had been short, sadly, but enjoyable, worthwhile. Sam had been accompanied by his older brother that time.
The Doctor had liked them, they stuck together like conjoined twins, at times wishing for separation, but always being stronger together. It was like a single being that was just too big for a single body and had created these two strangelings. "Huh, is that a real word, never mind I like it," he said out loud. "Strangeling."
He first heard about these two aeons ago, not by name, but by reputation. They would bring about the apocalypse, yeah right, those misunderstanding, megalomaniacal, tantrumming (now is that a real word) angels never get the ineffable plan right. Later, he'd been told about them through Castiel, a good friend. The Doctor valued Castiel's opinion and had noticed the effect these two had had on the angel. Although, lately… He didn't know, but Castiel was definitely stumbling down a rocky path. I hope you know what you're doing.
"Oh, my mind is rambling to me, silly mind. This is about that person sitting by the roadside, focus on the immediate," he mumbled and set the course towards Sam: "Now, let's see where I end up old girl," he grinned and danced around the gigantic steering wheel of his baby (if he ever sees Dean around his Impala the Doctor will be able to relate).
He was hoping that he would be able to meet Sam again, although with his time machine one could never know. Still, Sam was a fantastic human. Definitely worth talking to and… he sort of looked like he needed a Doctor.