Hello dumplings!
This kind of randomly popped into my head one night, and I was bored so I figured I might as well write it.
AU. Supernatural/Doctor Who. Some language.
Enjoy!
"Dean, I have no clue," Sam sighed at his older brother. "The lore doesn't match anything I've ever seen."
"Then look harder, Sam," Dean growled in response. "I really can't believe we're dealing with another newbie."
Sam rolled his eyes and opened his computer back up. They'd been hunting this creature for the past couple of weeks, and it was the weirdest case they'd ever worked. Sometimes, when it ran into people, it killed them—gruesomely. Sometimes, it ran away. The sheriff had found weird tunnels all around the forest surrounding his small town of East Joneston, South Dakota. They were always the same size, and they always burrowed straight down. But the weirdest part of the whole story was that absolutely no one who saw the monster saw the same thing. Undoubtedly, it was the same monster, because of the identical tunnels, but not one single person had seen the same monster. One had seen a zombie, one had seen a Wendigo, one had seen a werewolf, one had seen a massive, demonic-looking hawk—the list went on and on.
The next day, the two brothers decided to explore the woods and see if they could find the monster. They packed everything they had—salt rounds in sawed-offs, .45s loaded with silver and wrought-iron bullets, holy water—they had no clue what they were dealing with and wanted to be prepared.
They struck gold just about half an hour into their exploration, heading east out of town. Dean was in front, scouting the ground, with Sam to his rear, scanning the treetops, when Dean noticed one of the tunnels the sheriff had told them about. Squatting down for a better view, Dean noticed something wet-looking around the edge of the hole. He dipped his finger in it and sniffed. "Blood," he pronounced, distaste coloring his features.
"Of course," Sam groaned.
"Let's keep moving, see if we can track this thing," Dean said as he pushed off his knees to stand all the way up.
After a few minutes of scanning the ground, the duo had found tracks that changed with every single step the monster took. The only reason they knew it was the same creature was because they were going in the same direction and every single one was a different animal. It was too much of a coincidence to be a coincidence, so the boys trudged onward.
Hours later, Sam and Dean were still following the creature's tracks. Suddenly, they noticed movement in the bushes ahead of them. "Sam, do you see that?" Dean demanded, suddenly alert.
"Yeah, I saw it too!" Sam exclaimed, salt-filled sawed-off aimed directly at the offending bushes. "I'm ready when you are," he told his older brother.
"Okay," Dean responded. "One…two…three!" On three, the brothers ran screaming at the bush. The creature gave a startled squawk and jumped out of the bushes and away.
"Holy shit, Sam, did you see that?!" Dean shouted as they sprinted after the monster.
"Yeah, man," Sam panted, "it looked like a huge bird or something."
"What the hell, man, it was a totally a combination rhino-hippo-cat thing!" Dean gasped to his brother.
Choosing to save their breath for the chase, the men kept sprinting, knowing that if the beast kept heading this direction, soon it would reach a cliff and have nowhere to go. After a couple of minutes, they reached the cliff, and the thing skidded to a stop on the edge of the precipice.
"Hasta la vista, baby," Dean growled as he and Sam aimed their weapons at the thing. Suddenly, they heard a weird whooshing, whirring noise. "The hell," Dean wondered aloud as the two turned around and saw a big blue box begin to materialize behind them. "What the hell is this?" Dean shouted, eyes darting from Sam to the box to the creature, who was now cowering on the edge of the cliff.
Finally the whirring stopped, and a gangly man in a bow tie and jacket stepped out of the box, which Dean and Sam could now see was labeled with the words "POLICE BOX" across the top. "Don't kill it!" the man told them in a British accent, hands outstretched towards the Winchesters' guns.
"It's killed innocent people, sir," Dean insisted as he transferred his attention and aim from the man to the creature.
"It's scared and confused!" the man countered, jumping between Dean's gun and the animal.
"It's a monster!" Dean growled, anger beginning to boil to the surface.
"No, it's not!" the man replied, laying a hand on the thing's head. "It's an alien."
"Bullshit," Dean said, cocking his gun, "no such thing."
"Yes there is," the bow tie-wearing man responded frantically, "you're looking at two right in front of you!"
"Get out of my fucking way!" Dean roared.
"No," the man calmly replied.
"Dean," Sam hastily grabbed his brother's shoulder, "maybe we should listen to him." Sam faltered at the look of angry disbelief his brother shot towards him. "I mean, look at the facts, Dean. We've never seen this kind of creature before, and the man did just materialize in a police box thing right in front of our eyes. I think we're out of our depth on this one. Please, put the gun down, and let's listen to what this guy has to say."
Dean reluctantly lowered his gun. "Fine. You have twenty minutes to explain all this to us, mister."
"More than enough time," the strange man replied happily, content that the duo were no longer intent on killing the creature.
Ten minutes later, the brothers were sitting on the rocky ground, staring incredulously at the Doctor. "So, it's a what?" Dean demanded.
"It is a psychic cat that escaped from a zoo on a starship passing by Earth. More importantly, it's the last one of its kind," the gangly stranger said in his charming British accent.
"And you're a what, again?" Sam asked, a confused expression on his face.
"I am a Time Lord," the man responded.
"And what's that?" Dean growled, still a little angry at the man for interrupting them.
"A Lord of Time," the man replied, as though Dean were a bit of a dullard.
"What the hell do you do?" Dean practically shouted, not appreciating being treated like an idiot by someone who wasn't Sam, Bobby, or Castiel.
"I travel through time and space in my TARDIS—sorry, my box. I help people. I save people, and things. I solve problems. People call me the Doctor."
"Doctor Who?" Sam asked.
"Just the Doctor," the man responded with a secretive smile.
"All right, then," Sam said, still a bit confused. The brothers looked at each other, still trying to comprehend everything.
"Oh, hold on just one minute!" The Doctor jumped up and ran into the TARDIS. After a few minutes, he returned with a box of—
"Are those cat treats?" Dean asked incredulously.
"How else do you catch a psychic cat?" the Doctor returned. "Excuse me just one minute, gentlemen," he said as he shook the treats to wake up the cat, then slowly backed into the TARDIS. A little while later, he returned, rubbing his hands together. "The cat has been contained!" he announced.
"Wonderful," Dean replied with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. "What the hell makes a psychic cat different from a normal cat, anyway?"
"Honestly, not that much," the Doctor responded, "Except that, when they're scared, they take the shape of whatever frightens their viewer the most. And they'll tunnel to try and create a burrow for themselves. And if those don't work, they'll kill their attacker." He clapped his hands together, saying, "Who's hungry?"
Dean immediately jumped to his feet and shot his hand into the air, forgetting all of his former distrust of the Doctor. "Me. I'm hungry. Like really hungry. Do you have pie? I'm hungry."
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and got to his feet more slowly. "I wouldn't mind a bite, either."
"Come in then," the Doctor motioned them into the box. Warily, the boys followed, each fully prepared for an attack.
Sam pushed the door open, and the Winchesters stopped dead in their tracks.
"Son of a bitch," Dean breathed.
"Is it—bigger on the inside?" Sam asked.
To be continued! I hope you all enjoyed; please R&R!
Until next time!