A/N okay okay I know I have so many other stories that I'm working on right now, go ahead and look disapprovingly at your monitors, but I just started trying to get caught up on my Supernatural, (almost done with season 2!) and this idea wouldn't leave me alone, I felt the need to put Doctor Who's most demonic enemy and have it face Sam and Dean, plus the Doc comes around to, this story is sure to make wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff happen, oh you want to know what? well then my pretties read on.
Chapter Song: Carry on my Wayward Son. (Just because it's like the Supernatural theme song)
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Supernatural, if I did this would not be fanfiction.
"alright so what's the case again Sammy?" Dean asks pulling the Impala into the driveway of a small motel, at the edge of Manhattan. "people disappearing under strange circumstances. In some cases their cars are even left running." Sam tells his brother, leafing through the file, he had printed up off the internet.
Dean looks over at his brother raising his eyebrow, "and what makes you think this is something up our alley?" he asks. Sam holds up the file, "It's New York Dean. People don't leave running cars behind, if they're going to snatch some random guy. They'd take the car too" he says, Dean rolls his eyes, glancing over at his brother, "okay yeah I would take the car, but it could just be some weirdo that is only in it for the thrill." Sam ignores Dean, climbing out of the car and walking up to the small enclosed lobby of the rundown motel, so that he can get them a room to stay in while they investigate.
Or at least that was what he planned to do until some random British guy clad in a tweed jacket, and bow tie ran up to him, grabbed his arm and said in a hurried whisper. "don't blink, if you blink they get you," Sam looks at the odd man a question in his eyes. "wha-" he started, but the man cut him off, "the angels have Manhattan, and if you blink Sam Winchester they will get you" then he let go running off, leaving Sam staring bewildered after him.
"what the hell was that Sammy?" Dean asks walking up to him calmly. Sam turns to look at his brother, "I have no clue, but Dean that guy knew my name."
Dean chuckled, "really? And what did this mystery man that knew your name say? Climb in the back of my big creeper van, I have candy Sammy?"
Sam glared at his brother, "no Dean he said "don't blink, if you blink they get you. The Angels have Manhattan, and if you blink Sam Winchester they will get you" then he ran off, seriously Dean, I think that there is definitely something going on here." Dean chuckled, "The Angels? What's that supposed to mean, Sammy? Also what the hell does it mean that the Angels took Manhattan, it seems to be here." Dean said.
Sam rolled his eyes and sighed, "I don't know Dean, but in our line of work, I've learned not to ignore warnings." he sighed, and pushed past Dean and took off towards the lobby.
Dean chuckled as he followed his brother, "the angels, I guess we should be worried, Clarence is going to make me see the errors of my way" he shook his head before pulling open the door to the lobby not seeing the shadow shift behind his car.
"here you go Mr. Harmon." the man behind the desk said handing a key to Sam. Who thanked him, took the key, and turned to go to the room, "so Harmon this time huh?" Dean asked as they pushed out the door, and into the New York early fall air. "yeah, we haven't used Deryl Harmon in a while, plus it was the least ridiculous one you handed me" Sam said handing the unused ID's to his brother, "oh come on Sammy, they aren't that bad." Dean said grinning, "Dean one of them was, Hans Bootyman." Dean chuckled, "I don't know Sammy, you seem like a Hans Bootyman to me" Sam rolled his eyes, as Dean cracked up.
"oh come on it's funny!" he gasped as they reached the door at the end of the complex. "okay yeah maybe a little bit, but it's still ridiculous plus there's the fact that I'm the only one that's forced to use those." Dean smiled as he followed Sam into the room "well Sammy it's simple, I'm the one that gets the ID's so I like to have a little fun with it." Dean told him flopping down on one of the beds, not bothering to remove his jacket, throwing his arms up and clasping his hands behind his head.
"yeah I know you like to have fun with it, smart-ass, I just wish you would let me use some that aren't ridiculous." Sam says throwing his bag onto the table, and removing the file he had been studying in the car, and flipping to the photo's his brow furrowing in confusion, "hey Dean? Did you mess with the pictures?" he asked flicking through them, and noting that each one was different, "no. Why would I that's always been your thing?" Dean said, "I don't know a prank?" Sam ran a hand through his hair. "well, something's wrong, all of these must be later versions of the scene's, because someone move the statue between each picture."
Dean looked up, "what statue?" Sam held up the picture, "the one behind the car, it was barely in the shot last time, now it's almost beside the car." Dean sat up, "are you sure you didn't miss it the first time?" he asked. "yeah Dean, I'm sure I didn't miss it, the statue moved." Sam looked at the picture closer, "Dean, I don't know if it's any connection, but the statue's an angel." Sam said, looking up at Dean. "okay so creepy man switched the pics and said that thing to phsyc you out." Dean said flopping back down, "yeah, I don't think so Dean, I mean I know he was creepy bu-HOLY CRAP" Sam shouted jumping away from the table.
Dean shot up, "Sammy? What's wrong?" Sam pointed "the picture" he said. Dean got up and walked over to see what the big deal was, and when he looked at the photo he didn't see anything but a stone face, "woah that is startling, yeah Sam I think that creepy dude, swapped your pics." he said shrugging dropping the photo back onto the table.
Sam shook his head, "that's the one I was just looking at, I turned to talk to you and it looked like that when I turned back!" he said. "what if this was what that guy meant by don't blink." Sam said. "I don't know Sam, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just, it's not often that pictures move." Dean said catching Sam's eye. "no but since when do we discredit things like this." Dean nodded, "true, but let's not jump to conclusions okay Sammy?" Dean said glancing back at the photo, and jumping, "okay yeah very unsettling, Sam give me a lighter please." the statue in the picture had moved again, now the stone face snarled out at them, with hooked fingers and sharp teeth.
Sam pressed the lighter into Deans palm, and Dean lifted the picture with two fingers, and held the lighter beneath it, the photo caught, and started to burn around the edges. Dean expected to watch the image warp and disfigure, until it became unrecognizable, but the flame sputtered and died, leaving the picture undamaged, the angel continued to snarl out of him, "what the hell?" Dean said examining the picture, noting the slight scorching on the edges of the paper.
Next he put his hands at the top of the page, and pulled in either direction, and the page ripped until it reached the angel itself then it tore around it, leaving the snarling image staring at them, "Sammy I think we might have a problem." Sam rolled his eyes, "you think?" he said, as there was a knock on the door behind him, "I'll see what it is, you don't take your eyes off of whatever the hell that is," Sam said moving towards the door, and pulling it open, to reveal an empty parking lot, with nothing but the Impala parked in front of the room, and the sound of paper fluttering gently in the breeze, and distant sirens.
As Sam was about to close the door he spotted a crisp white sheet of paper tapped to the door. Sam pulled it off, there was one sentence printed in careful handwriting, and it said, and was signed with one letter, and two words written in what appeared to be deep blue crayon, "The image of an angel, becomes itself an angel. D. P.S. Don't Blink"
"the image of an angel." Sam muttered, "Dean I don't think that our friend from earlier was just a fluke."
Sam said starting to push the door closed. "no?" Dean said glancing over his shoulder before looking back at the picture, nearly dropping it, as he noticed that there were small abrasions across the picture, where it appeared that the angel had tried to scratch through to get them.
Suddenly a loud wheezing filled the air, "now what the hell is that?" Dean asked trying not to take his eyes off of the photo. Without thinking he placed the picture face down on top of another picture, where you could see another angel hidden behind a tree, and pulled out a gun, and pointed it at the bathroom door, where the noise was spilling through. Sam pulled out a gun of his own and together they faced the door, ready to face what might come through it.
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