Castiel was walking. Just walking. He stole Theo's Grace, so he was technically an angel again, but it still didn't feel right. His own Grace was somewhat different. Hard to explain. He had his „mojo", but still, he missed it. But he couldn't do anything, until he could find Metatron. And with war amongst the angels, with every fraction concentrating on him, he had to be an angel. Even with foreign Grace. It was another thing he had to do.

Suddenly he felt strange disturbance and stopped. He looked to the origin of that disturbance – which happened to be blue wooden box. And he heard it. No, he heard her. He came closer, touched her and closed eyes. And there it was. That feeling. That beautiful, that peaceful, that.. sad. And she was like Grace, just much more alive. Oh, so alive.

„Hi there!"

Castiel needed a moment to cut the connection with this Alive Grace. Then he turned to voice. Behind him was standing man in blue suit and brown long coat, who was grinning.. well, Dean would say he was grinning like an idiot. This man looked young and human. But Castiel just knew, he was neither. And what was just terrible realization, he had no idea what he was. Millenia of his existence, from the very beginning of the Earth, and he had no idea what that man was.

„Who are you?" Castiel asked narrowing his eyes

„I'm the Doctor. And you?" Strange man, Doctor, was still grinning. He was grinning so much, that it was just weird.

„Castiel." Why was he telling him the truth, when this Doctor was lying to him, he didn't know.

„Castiel.. I heard that one before.. but where was that? Nevermind. So, Castiel? Any last name?"

„Angels do not require last names." Castiel knew, he should lie. That's what Dean told him. That he should lie more, so he wouldn't freak out people. But this man was no human. And he wanted to know more about this Alive Grace.

„When you say angels.. oh, wait! I've got it! Castiel, Angel of Thursdays, right from the bible!"

„Yes."

„I would love to meet your parents, giving you name like that. But still, it could be worse.. so angels. You don't look statue-y. Tell me, do you know any Weeping Angels?"

Castiel was visibly confused. „It is forbidden to express emotions. I know of no angel who can 'weep'."

„Well, best if you don't. They are nasty creatures. But quite fascinating too. And so lonely. You must feel sorry for them, you know. They can't look at each other, and that must be just horrible. Although, sometimes, it could be useful. Let's say you have a hangover and.."

„Enough!" Castiel was growing impatient with this man. He was used to not know what others were talking about, but this was just unbearable. Some of his rage must have reached surface, because that strange man, who called himself Doctor, immediately stopped talking.

So Castiel finally asked:

„What are you?"

Doctor was taken aback by this question. No human never asked him this question, definitely not in the first five minutes. Unless of course..

„I'm a Time Lord. Last of them." replied as he reached to his pocket

Castiel came closer, unshamingly invading the other one's personal space. Then his face lightened up with understanding. He slightly smiled and said: „I understand now. You are neither from this world nor of my Father's creation."

Doctor beeped at him with strange object for a moment, before he exclaimed: „There is another consiousness alive inside! That's not your body!" Suddenly, he looked so.. angry.

„No, it's not. This is mere vessel." Castiel replied casually. And all that grinning was gone and he could see rage in Doctor's eyes. Castiel was thinking, maybe he should start lying now. It looked like the truth upset this strange man.

„Get out of him!"

„I cannot. Vessel is required for me to walk the earth."

„What about that man inside, .."

„Jimmy. He has wife and daughter. Shall they in the future demise, their souls will rest in heaven."

„You even know his name! Wait, what do you mean, they will rest in heaven? What are you, really?"

„I'm an Angel of the Lord."

„Yes, Castiel, Angel of Thursday, we already clarified that.."

There was awkward silence, which was again interrupted by the Doctor: „Wait, you serious? Angel angel? Jewish-Catholic Bible Angel? Warrior of God kind of angel?"

„Yes."

Doctor was astonished. That was just silly religion. That was simply.. „..not possible." said Doctor out loud.

Castiel wanted to give Doctor some time, so he touched Alive Grace again, trying to establish connection. He was successful. He could feel Alive Grace slightly touching his own – well, stolen – Grace and inviting him in. After that the connection was broken.

First thing he heard was Doctor, again: „How did you do that?!" Doctor, quite shocked, was looking at open door of the wooden box.

Castiel bluntly replied: „She wants me to come in."

„Does she now?" asked not very convinced Doctor

„Yes."

„And what makes you think that?"

„She told me."

„She what?"

„She told me I should come in, then the connection would be easier. And then she could talk to her thief through me."

„H-how..?" Doctor didn't understand this. No one could talk to TARDIS. Right? This man is just crazy alien who stole someone's body. Right?

„Her essence is like my Grace. Just alive. That's why I could connect."

Before Doctor could ask anything else - and oh boy, how many questions he had! - there was ringing coming from man in front of him. He pulled out a cell phone and answered it:

„Hello, Dean.. Not very far.. Yes, I will be there shortly." Then he turned his attention to the Doctor, said simply: „I must go." and walked away.

„What kind of angel uses a cell phone?" said Doctor more to himself than the leaving „angel of the lord". For a while Doctor considered following him, but then he remembered he had somewhere to go. So he went into the TARDIS instead. Now he really had to go. Right. Ood in the snow, four knocks and he'll be dead. On the other hand, little following can't hurt. Right?