The Winchester brothers were sitting in their hotel room watching boring day time TV. Dean had his boots on top of each other. His dark blue over shirt rest gentle on the bed and his black shirt gentle on his chest. Dean's foot was tapping as he watched TV. He was getting impatient. Sam let out a loud sigh. He pulled at his red and white plaid shirt. It was button up all the way, hiding his white under shirt. Sam was curled up on the bed.
"Seriously, Sam… Nothing. No case here at all." Dean finally had enough of the chick flick soap opera for one day, even a life time. Sam held up a light blue envelop with dark blue writing ' Winchester Brothers'. "Why are we here?" Dean snatched the envelop from Sam's hand. He pulled out the letter from the blue envelop. "Just because some Waco said so. Waco is late too; it's 1:30." Dean flicked out the letter.
It read in weird handwriting but still could be read; 'I need your help. Winchesters meets me on Saturday 24th 2014 at your hotel in Ohio. I shall find you at 12 PM. Allons-y!
-love the Doctor'
Dean finished reading it. "Must be your boyfriend because I don't know any doctors… that are real doctor." Dean smiled to himself, thinking about it. Sam swung his legs over the bed. Sam grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. "Dean?" Sam snapped his fingers in front of his older brother's face, making him come back. "I don't know either but they might be a case here." Sam tried to suggest making Dean not be so pissed and inpatient. "Or could be a trap and we fell for it." Dean walked away from Sam and to the fridge.
A knock came at the door. Sam answered it. A man in a light brown suit, his hands in his pockets, and dark brown pants, his trench coat tucked behind his hands, was at the door. His dark purple to brown tie stood out of his blue shirt. "Ah, Sammy Winchester." The man lifted himself by his toes wearing red converses. "Can I help you?" Sam back way from the strange man. "Who are you?" Dean shout getting his gun out from behind his brother. "I'm the doctor." The Doctor grinned. "Doctor…who?" Sam asked when the doctor didn't give a last name. "Just the doctor." The man pushes his way in. "That's not a real name." Sam looked confused at the strange man. "It's my name." The doctor smiled. He brushed his fingers through his brown spiky hair. The doctor looked around interned in the hotel room. "Human hotels… brilliant." The doctor spins around looking at the ceiling smiling.
Dean clicked his gun and pointed at the doctor. "Who are you and why should I care?" Dean snapped at the doctor. Doctor lost his smile. "Put the… gun away." Doctor said calmly. "Answer my questions." Dean curled his finger on the trigger.
The doctor sighed then said with fire in his soul; "I'm the doctor. I'm from the planet Gallifrey. I'm a 967 year old alien, which can change what they look like after death. My 13th death is my last. Every time I regenerate. Today's big issue is, I need you and your brother's help. Before I got here I had my mind on something that could change the universe." The doctor bites gentle the inside of his cheek looking at a little to the left corner. Sam cut off the doctor; "Whoa, whoa. Back up. You're an alien. I don't believe you. You look like you're in your 20's. How can you be 963?" "967." The doctor corrected Sam. "I have little time for this Sam. I was just given this." Doctor showed a blue envelop with dark blue curly hand writing. "This is from me to me. This letter traveled through time and space to tell me to help the Winchesters." The doctor flicked it out. "doctor…Doc. It looks longer than that." Dean commented other another page that Doctor was hiding. "That is not for your eyes." The doctor tucked it back into his brown pant pockets.
"The letter said to get the Winchester and you could help me." The doctor seemed so serious with his large, lonely sad eyes. "Why should we trust you?" Sam narrowed his eyes the doctor as if looking at a small annoying child. The doctor put his hand in his pocket and gripped onto the letter. "Fine. Fine. I will tell you the future from what I receive from my future self. There is going to be murder of a little girl. Near a park and a young man will find her, her real father." The doctor stormed out. Dean went to follow. Like hell he was going to let that mad man out his sight. Dean opened the door to hear a horrible groan from old machine. Sam was behind Dean. Dean froze in place when a blue box was disappearing before his eyes. Sam raised an eye brow. "Was that a 1960 police box?" Dean looked confused at Sam has state. "They were used to contact police men." Dean cut off Sam before he began to talk all bout the box. "Let just say it was just a blue box…that can disappear. You question it's style and not the disappearing act it pulled." The boys returned to their hotel room with so many questions. Since this case was a bust they were to leave in the morning.
The next morning Dean shook Sam foot, almost flipping Sam over the bed. "Sam, paper. Just printed." Sam looked at the paper with his eyes squinted trying to see with his dry, sleepy eyes. They grew when he saw head line; 'Little girl killed at friendly park.' Sam read on to see the name 'Charles Quell.' The paper stated that he had found the little girl. Sam looked up at dean packing his bags. "Want to bet that mum was hiding a snake in the pipes?" Dean threw one of Sam's shirt at Sam.