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The driver felt like he had weights pressing down on his eye lids. His blinks turned into short periods that he had his eyes closed. The car gradually swerved on and off the empty road. Dean glanced over at his brother, but not even the drool running down Sam's cheek could bring a smile too his face.

Sure Sam had recovered and survived the trials but it did not make up for Cas's disappearance. The same thoughts spun around Dean's head over and over. Please let that son of a bitch be alive. Dean wondered, maybe if I just keep driving I'll find him eventually, but not with his luck. Too tired to find somewhere to sleep, Dean pulled over and reclined his seat "Sleep tight Sammy," he whispered

Clara sat down on one of the rails of the TARDIS. Keeping her balance she wrapped her hair into a tights ponytail. Then she noticed a strange stare coming from the doctor. "Did I only brush half my hair again?" she joked.

"Oh, no it's just your shirt. I had this friend. She had the exact same one," he said with a smile, "It looks lovely on you."

She looked down at her country's flag plastered across her chest. "Who wore it better," she teased jumping up and striking a pose.

"It is, I must say, a close call my dear Clara.

"She leaned on the counsel. "So what daring adventure is next?"

The doctor's face lit up like a Christmas tree,"Ah ha! That's more like it!" The doctor ran around the TARDIS flipping switches, pressing buttons and giving Clara the occasional command.

Sam was the first to wake. He'd felt better than he had in a long time. He was cautiously optimistic that the side effects were gone. It didn't make sense but he didn't want to question it.

The sight of his brother made his heart ache. He looked worse than his him. Sam could tell he had cried only by the tissues he had hidden in his pocket. Once again Dean was the role model big brother who didn't let his baby brother see him cry. Leaving Sam to play the role as the little brother who screwed everything up. If he had just gone with the trials, everything would be fine. The world would be demon free. Dean could start a life with a wife and kids. He could stop being ashamed of his monstrous brother.

Sam got out of the car to stretch his legs. He put his head back and stared at the sky. When he closed his eyes he could see all of them falling. They looked just like shooting stars. How many of them are dead now? Is Cas on of them? He didn't want to think like that.

He looked back to the car to see Dean had just woken. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands and stayed like that for a moment. A head ache didn't even cover it. All he wanted now was a nice normal hunt. Just some random spirit or vampire he could take his anger out on

Dean joined Sam outside. Wordlessly the brothers stared at the horizon reliving the nightmare meteor shower last night. Until Dean spoke up, "We're in the middle of nowhere why is there a porter potty."

He pointed out in the distance to his left and sure enough was a blue box. "I hope it hasn't been used yet, I kind of have to go," said Sam blushing slightly.

As soon as they were close enough it was obvious that they blue box was not a toilet.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"You don't know? I thought you were like a walking encyclopedia." "Ha-ha very funny," said Sam as he reached for the handle,

"Hm, it's locked."

Clara was still shaky from the rough landing. She reached to her friend for support. A strand of hair had come out so she took out the entire pony tail. She ran her fingers through her mousy brown hair. "Where are-"

She was cut off by a loud banging by the door "What is that?" she asked.

"Why don't you go find out?"

Clara giggled with excitement as she bolted for the door. She opened it and stuck just her head outside. The men outside were much taller than Clara. Their gruff seriousness was rather intimidating to her but she tried not showing it. Aside from being little frightened by them, Clara found them rather handsome.

"How may I help you," Clara asked casually

The boys stood there speechless. Neither of them had an excuse for why they we trying to open and blue box. Or a question they could ask the pretty girl without offending her. Dean leaned towards Sam and whispered, "Do we shoot her?"

Clara's eyes widened and she tried to make a quick escape back inside. Before she could, Sam grabbed the door. He pulled it all the way open and jumped back.

"Yep, defiantly shoot." said Dean. He stepped inside readying his gun. He tried to focus on the girl but there was so much to look at.

"So you're a witch," he said.

A man appeared for behind the massive center piece. He was young but dressed like a grandfather with a silly looking bowtie. He had his hands raised and in his left, he held a book. "Is that a gun? I do not like guns," he stated, his voice getting louder.

"Getting shot with one isn't much fun either sunshine." Dean pointed it at the man.

Sam put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Let's just calm down. I'm sure they have a perfectly good explanation for making this... Fun house," he said. Dean lowered his gun, pointing it at the floor.

The strange man laughed, "fun house, I like the sound of that." The pretty girl shrugged and nodded in agreement.

The man took a step forward and extended a hand," I'm the doctor."

Sam warily shook it, "Doctor who?"

"Just the Doctor," he said, his voice rising with amusement. "And this is Clara."

Dean spun around," well hello Clara." He was on her way towards her was Sam hit him on the back of the head

Dean, I think you left your last ounce of dignity in the car," Sam said. "I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean."

Clara stepped up and shook their hands. So many questions were racing through her head and one slipped off her lips. "What did you guys mean about witches?"

"We will tell you," said Sam," but first you have to explain the entire building in a porter potty."

The Doctor looked ashamed, "porter potty? It's a phone box!" The boys still looked as confused as anything and the old man grumbled something about Americans.

"Allow me explain as best I can, I'm a little bit new," Clara jumped in. "We are time travelers. This," she waved her arms dramatically," is our TARDIS."

Dean refused to believe the outrageous story," listen, I've done time travel before and this is not it. What the hell is a tortoise anyway?"

"Don't knock it 'till you've tried it," countered the Doctor," and it's TARDIS. That's T-A-R-D-I-S. Time and relative dimension in space. He had a smug look; he was very proud of his machine.

'Then prove it," bargained Sam," and we'll tell you about the witches." He glanced at Dean. Did they really want to trust them? Maybe they were witches and they came up with the entire story to fool them. Maybe the machine would take them somewhere they could kill the boys. Perhaps the Doctor would push a button and they would fall dead. Dean had been pretty calm. Maybe the new excitement had taken some of the new stress away.

"So where do you want to go?" Clara questioned. "We have all of time and space, there has to be somewhere you've dreamed of going."

"I don't know? A hundred years into the future?" said Dean completely overtaken by the massive responsibility.

The Doctor groaned," that's so boring. Get the creative juices flowing! Search the darkest corners of your memory! Be inspired!" the man paused," oh I know!" He began running around like the madman he is. He even let his new helpers fly.

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