He was running swiftly and silently through the streets. His feet ached dully and his lungs stung with each sharp intake of air. It was not that he was out of shape by any means only he had been in Florida less than a week and had not adjusted to the brutal humidity of the place. It was an understatement to say that he was uncomfortable. Right now though Dean Winchester did not notice not when the panicked adrenaline turned discomfort to pain he had one thought on his mind. It consisted of a single word, Sammy. Over and over again until his brother's name lost any real meaning in his head. It was an all consuming thought, a cry, a prayer. His world seemed to be quickly caving in around him and no one noticed. If anyone saw him he looked like most nine year old boys, running in the dwindling light of day probably late to dinner. A second glance and you would wonder why he was wearing such a jacket in the heat of a Florida summer a third and you just might notice the way he checks his back every so often to make sure his firearm is still there. If you stopped him you might notice the desperation in his eyes. But no one stopped him no one took a second look at Dean Winchester and no one even saw him. At a moment's notice Dean stopped and turned on his heal. That was the noise he heard the first time when he lost Sammy that's where he took off toward silently and with a mission.
The Doctor didn't think he just went. That's how it was he went and figured it out as he did so. He really didn't mean to meddle he just wanted to take a look. No, that was never true he wanted to take a look he also wanted to meddle as much as he knew he shouldn't he couldn't help meddling. This time he had stepped out of the door just to see a child maybe six years old wailing, screaming for help and off he went whoever – whatever was with the child dropped his hand just long enough for the Doctor to scoop up the child and run back into the TARDIS. He hadn't thought he hadn't heard the screams of another as he went off he hadn't heard the child he pick up scream louder he just went.
Sam should have listened to his brother when he told him to stay inside but he was sure Dean was talking to a teacher and he wanted to see what they looked like. He scooted out the low window and slowly made his way in the bushes towards his brother. Dean turned in time to see his brother just before the teacher lunged forward and grabbed Sam. "Dean!", Sam yelled struggling to get to his brother. But this teacher was stronger than she looked and Sam knew she was not what she looked like. "Help, Help me Dean!" Sam cried tears jumping to his eyes as he heard Dean yell at the not-teacher to let his brother go. Then there was a noise that grated like a broken blender and a man stepped out of a blue box that certainly had not been there seconds before. In a moment the stranger advanced the not-teacher let go of Sam as the man grabbed Sam and hauled him into the blue box. "Dean!" Sam yelled as the door closed and he saw the not-teacher run off and his brother charging the box. The man set Sam down and pressed a button instead of hearing the sound of his brother body slamming the door he heard the mechanical sound again. He looked at the man wearing a suit and sneakers looking down at him and began to sob.