An asphalt road through a forest of pine trees, a deer walked across the road calmly as there were no drivers around to scare it away. It was a sunny Saturday morning, the air was crisp and cool as autumn was fast approaching. All of a sudden, a roaring engine, the sound of heavy rock and roll music (AC/DC's Back in Black to be exact) and then, the music suddenly stopped. However, faint voices could be heard now, and these voices seemed to be having an argument.

"They must be getting closer," said a man with brown, curly hair and an English accent. He was wearing a long, brown, red, beige, baby blue, dark green, purple and yellow scarf and a brown hat, standing on the side of the road on the edge of the trees. The odd looking retreated back into the pine trees, hastily yet casually at the same time. Then as a black, 1967 Chevrolet Impala came into view, there also came a strange whizzing and wheezing sound. The Impala stopped dead in its tracks as an old, dark blue 1940's London police phone box seemed to fade into the scene. There was a blue light on top of the box that flashed slowly on and off. Above the narrow windows were white fluorescent words with a narrow black background that read, 'Police Public Call Box'. On the front of the old box there was a small door handle, just big enough for a person's hand with a keyhole under it and a white sign that said 'Pull to Open' there were other smaller words of less importance. The man's scarf was shut in the door of the box.

Two men got out of the beautiful, black Impala. One was shorter than the other and his hair was shorter as well. The shorter man was about six-feet, one-inch tall and his hair was slightly spiked and he had a small amount of stubble on his face from lack of shaving. He boasted a brown jacket and blue jeans. The other man was around six-feet, four-inches tall and he had long black hair that covered his ears but not his forehead, he wore a jacket and blue jeans as well.

"Dammit, I wish he wouldn't do this to us Sam, just like I wish you wouldn't shut off my freakin' music every time I play it," said the shorter man to the taller of the two, "And what is that thing sticking out in front of the TARDIS?"

"I don't know what that is, Dean, and for the record, you had that music blasting in my ears again. Do you honestly think I wanna listen to AC/DC all the time? Especially that same song over and over again," Sam said to Dean, they both looked confused. Dean's voice was deeper than Sam's. Sam and Dean Winchester were both each other's foil, if you will; Dean was more prone to being defensive and violent than Sam. Sam would always be the one to calm Dean down in a tough situation and vice versa. They would butt heads all the time.

"Hey, look, I just got my baby back, cut me some slack," Dean said while rubbing the Impala with a smile. Sam shook his head and looked back at the TARDIS with a sigh. All of a sudden, the strange man with the scarf walked out of the box laughing with an enormous, ear-to-ear smile on his face as he looked at Sam and Dean with delight.

"Sam! How is my favorite monster hunter of the 21st century, or whatever century this is, Dean! I see you're back from hell, well good," said the man with delight.

"Hey Doctor, we're getting along pretty well actually. By the way, this is the 21st century, why did you say 'whatever century this is'?" asked Sam curiously as the Doctor came up to hug him and Dean.

"Oh, well you both know that I travel through time and space and all that, there are actually quite a few of you throughout the future, and past as well for some reason. I haven't quite worked out why that is yet," said the Doctor nonchalantly.

"I see, we haven't ever seen you like this Doc, I mean, with that scarf and everything. You're usually wearing that stupid bowtie or a suit and tie with a big brown button-down coat," Dean said curiously.

"Oh, I will have to try those outfits out one day won't I? You see, those must be future regenerations of mine, this is my fourth incarnation," The Doctor said matter-of-factly. "This is the youngest you've ever seen me isn't it?"

"Yeah it is I guess. How old are you?" asked Sam.

"I'm about four-hundred and thirty-two; you kind of lose count after a while," answered the Doctor with a straight face. The Doctor was a Time-Lord, a kind of extra-terrestrial being from the planet Gallifrey. Time-Lords are able to live for thousands of years and when they die of unnatural causes, they can come back to life through a process called regeneration. This process changes the face, the voice, the height, weight, body type and sometimes even the personality of the Time-Lord that is regenerating. The regenerated body is referred to as an incarnation. The Doctor has so far regenerated three times and his body is his fourth incarnation. "We haven't got much time to chat, I'm sorry boys, but you'll have to come with me for now," The Doctor said urgently.

"Wait, what about my girl, I just got her back!" Dean shouted as the Doctor retreated back into the TARDIS along with Sam.

"It's a time machine Dean, when we're done, I'll just drop you both right back off here, around the time that we left, are leaving, about to leave. Don't you just hate tenses?" The Doctor said as the trio walked into the TARDIS and shut the doors behind them. The blue light on top of the TARDIS began to flash slowly on and off again as the whizzing and wheezing noises were emitted from the TARDIS. Then, the old blue phone box faded away like it was never really there, leaving the Impala behind.

To be Continued…