So yeah I haven't put anything up in a long time. I meant to, like I really did, but life got in the way. New job, moving stuff, fiancé leaving me, the whole shebang.

The bright side! I'm back, and with some new ideas. They'll be oneshots mostly, but one day I will make them into a whole fic. Anyways the primary idea behind these is that a good amount of the main characters we know and love are Time Lords. Not just any Time Lords, but the main fighting force of Gallifrey, the squad that The Doctor used to fight the Daleks.

Also each Time Lord has their own ability. More brains, a colder heart, a certain way to look at the dimension, whatever. Basically they're all bad asses, and probably a bit over powered, but hey, it's a fan fic.

I also do plan to continue my Harry Potter stuffs, but probably not for a while. I'll just keep posting stuff as it pops into my head, if I finish a fic, or two, then kudos for me, but don't expect too much.

Now let's light this candle!


"Dean Winchester?" – Talking

"More like," – Thinking

"Dream Winchester." – Higher Being


The air, thick with tension. My brother, bleeding, and gasping for air. That winged dick, Zachariah, standing there with that fucking SMUG ASS GRIN!

"Open it Dean, show us what the sword of Michael is." His hands clasp together in that ridiculous way of his.

What is this thing? Why is it singing? I have it in my hands. The legendary sword of Michael, honestly I was expecting a friggen falchion, or maybe even a rapier, but a watch?

What the hell does it do? The silver fob was whispering to me. Fear bubbles in my heart, but why? I've faced down scarier things than this little metal thing, monsters, demons, the death of my family, yet this has me shaking.

"Open it! Or Sam finds out how it feel to die of hmm, internal hemorrhaging." With a simple wave of his hand, Sam started screaming.

He's dying, I can save him… open me… it is time… Sweat beat my brow, my hands shook with how hard I gripped this thing. Sammy was down, blood gushing from his mouth, and I couldn't save him. Why? WHY?

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!" I scream, gruffly, at the Fob watch. It seemed to hum in my hand.

"OPEN IT OR SAM DIES!" Zachariah yelled now, his lackeys grow tense and grip their newly summoned blades.

"DEAN! DON'T" Cry's mumbled through a mouthful of coppery liquid.

Open me… open me… OPEN ME… My hands tremble as my thumb lands on the switch. My breath hitches, and I press the button so hard it nearly slips my grip. Then it all goes blank, my vision blurs, voices echo in my mind, and the universe explodes before my blinded gaze.

I can see


The light died down, and the fob watch falls from his eased grip. The man stands and faces the angels, his eyes glowing with a slight golden hue. Zachariah smirks and takes a step forward.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it, Dean?" Dean cocks his head to the right, before he gives off a smirk of his own. He stand now with a larger presence, a weight seems to settle on his shoulders, but ease up on others, his confidence now oozes off of him in waves. Then he says something that brightens the Angel's disposition, but breaks the heart of the only human in the room.

"Dean is dead." No hesitation, just a fact. It passes his lips easily, then his own mind, all 23 of his unlocked brains, independently run rustic circles, high Gallifreyan, Enochian, Old scripts, and overlay them in so many arrays that it would burn out any lower being. Dean may be dead, but he got his righteous soul from something, and this new, this ancient, being was going to destroy these celestial fucks.

"And soon you will be too." The phrase rolled off his tongue, sending the angels reeling back. Zack sneered, and his lip curled.

"Threats Dean? Just who do you think you are? What can you possibly do?" Not-Dean tilted his head, and all the overlaid arrays in his head spring into action, trapping the Angels in an invisible field. They flew across the room, before being pulled back, falling into a kneeling position. Their eyes wide with fairly unknown emotions, fear, apprehension, confusion, and one of them even had awe.

"wha-" one of them muttered before glowing bright, light shined out of his face, and white gunk flowed from his mouth and puddled on the ground. With long, gasping, breaths the celestial wavelength fell over dead, an expression of horror set of his face.

Zack's countenance had utter disbelief written clear across. His mouth opened and closed, as his gaze shifted from the dead angel, to the newly uncovered unknown.

"Now uh, Dean, let's not be too hasty here. " Platitudes, laced with fear, stumbled from Zack's mouth. His hand raised in a pleading gesture, as he slowly rose to his feet.

"Sam, restore him." His gazed hardened as he stared at the angel. Zachariah attention immediately switched to the gasping human.

"You got it." A snap of his fingers and Sam rolled onto his back, greedily sucking in air. Slowly rising to a sitting position, he stared, wide eyed at the proceeding.

"Let's talk here, we can-"

"Shut up. I can kill each of you with a single thought." Not-Dean said, turning his head slightly, turning to Sam.

"Sammy, are you ok?" He asked, his eyes growing soft as his gaze lingered on his no-longer-brother.

"on-only Dean can call me Sammy…" he stuttered, fear, and a deep sadness, ferocious in his own eyes. His Adam's apple moving up and down as he unconsciously swallowed, and his lips pursed together. His brow furrowed as Dea-NO!- this creature with Deans face, slacked in sorrow. Then it turned furious as he turned towards the angels.

"You prissy cloud sitters fucked up." Secondary thoughts breached into reality, forcing the angels back to their knees. Stifling a groan, Zachariah turned his head up to meet Not-Deans face.

"Who are you? How could you do these things!" he stumbled back, falling on his ass, as Not-Dean took a step forward.

"I am the end, the omega, the calm before the storm! I am The Hunter!" Hunter exclaimed, a smug grin expanding on his countenance.

"What? How could a hunter do this?" Staring up at the man, he saw The Hunters face fall a bit, an eyebrow twitch in irritation.

"I am not just a hunter, you low level piece of dung, I am The Hunter. The Storm bringer, the White Flag Warrior, The Omen of his Greatness! I am a Timelord of Gallifrey!" This time his exclamation gained a response. A horrified gasp echoed from the angels' throats, they backed up against the furthest wall they could.

"You-You're The Hu-Hunter?" Sam's gaze kept switching between the terrified Angels and Hunter. His breath now steady, he stood up, grabbing his gun in the process. He pointed it at Hunter, his hand trembling, but his face set.

"What the hell is going on?" he backed up into the wall, he previously rested against. This thing had thrown the angels around like nothing, he was afraid of this Timelord, but it had Dean.

"Sammy… Sam…" he was hesitant, his voice wavering slightly, and his face set in sorrow.

"five minutes… all I want is five minutes… trust me for five minutes." He could see the unease in Sam's eyes, his body language became so guarded. Those celestial douchebags knew better than to say something to interrupt. He leveled another glare at them to make sure they knew to keep quiet.

"And why should I do that?" Sam could tell this thing was not his brother. He cocked the hammer back on his weapon, taking a breath to steady his hand.

"You would trust a de… no that's the wrong angle… What would John… no, he'd probably shoot me… uhhh leap of faith?" he pitches his back slightly in a movement that was just so Dean he nearly lowered his weapon.

"You said Dean is dead. You killed him!" His grew rough, and the world seem to narrow down on this creature.

"Technically he was never alive." Both hands raised, he mentally cursed. That wasn't what he meant to say.

"What?" His brow raised before setting, his grip tighting on the gun, setting it towards Hunter's head.

"Gah it's really complicated, bit pointlessly I might add. Look, ok, damn just trust me for a little bit." Hunter took a step towards Sam, prompting him to press tightly into the wall.

"Stay back!" His finger tensed on the trigger, and Hunter paused in his advance.

"Please Sammy." His hands raised in a placating gesture, his face morphs into one of submission.

"Don't call me Sammy! I'll shoot if you take another step!" He took a step off the wall, gesturing slightly with the gun.

"Please!" Taking another step forward, he frowned as Sam pitched forward.

"Stay Back!" Hunter saw time seem to slow down. He saw Sam's finger tense as he was going to fire the bullet. He flicked his left hand and knocked the gun to the side, then he bashed his forehead against Sam's, in a fairly vicious head-butt.


Woot! First chapter. Tell me what you think.

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