"You have GOT to be kidding me!" The Doctor slams his fists down on the TARDIS control panel then immediately looks apologetic. Clara glances up from the book she'd been reading.

"Any special reason for going absolutely mad?" Clara asks, getting up from her sitting position with a slight skip. She walks over to the Doctor, "Has she stopped?"

"Yes, and that's the problem." The Doctor glares at the control panel for a moment, "She usually has a thing for modern-day London, but nooo! We just had to land here! Now she won't move!"

"Where exactly is here, may I ask?"

"Modern day Texas."


Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester sit in Dean's 'baby' as he so affectionately labeled it. Dean is happily munching into a cheeseburger while his brother, Sam, quickly types away on his computer.

"I don't know what these things are." Sam says, turning the laptop screen towards Dean, "People, they're just dying by some large spark of electrical energy, no witnesses, no anything. They're just.. dead."

Dean shoves a fry into his mouth, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "So what? We got Zeus?"

Sam shakes his head, "No, Zeus wouldn't be so sloppy." Sam watches Dean attack the burger again, "Dude, seriously?"

Dean glances up, "What?" He asks, grease dripping from his lips.

Sam just shakes his head again, turning the laptop back towards him, "None of the victims have anything in common."

"They're all human." Dean announces with a smirk as he takes a drink of his milkshake.

Sam rolls his eyes, "Dean, be serious. We aren't dealing with aliens. Do you think this is Crowley?"

"You think Crowley has the juice to fry a human being on the inside? Personally, I don't think so. Lets just cross Crowley out of the list now because I don't want to have to deal with that bastard." Dean finally stops slurping from his milkshake, "Maybe it's something we've never seen before, have you checked Dad's book?"


The Doctor throws open the TARDIS doors, "Ah! Modern day Texas! Ah - be careful Clara, they're quite trigger happy here, a toe on their lawn and BAM!" The Doctor runs back into the TARDIS, grabbing out a stetson.

Clara steps out into the hot Texas heat, "A stetson?"

"What? Why not? Stetsons are cool."

Clara knocks the stetson off his head, "No, no they're not. Trust me, I'm doing this for your own good."

The Doctor makes a pouty face but doesn't bother picking up the stetson. He closes the TARDIS doors behind them, locking the TARDIS. He takes out his sonic screwdriver and turns it on while spinning in a circle. Then he brings it up to his face, "Huh."

"What? What is it?"

"Nothing." The Doctor puts the sonic back into his jacket, "Very.. very curious." He licks his finger and holds it up in the air, "Wind is going to the south.. about 89 degrees.. nothing out of place. Not a hair." The Doctor whirls back around, unlocking the TARDIS doors, "Get out of the way, Clara!" He announces as he comes back out of the TARDIS on a motorbike.

"Is this going to be our thing now?"

"Motorbikes? Of course, motorbikes are cool, now come on, hop on." The Doctor pats the back of the motorbike, "Helmet first."

Clara offers a prompt nod, putting on the helmet and sliding onto the back. "Time to explore.. Texas." She makes a face and they take off into the desert.


Dean glances through Dad's book, "A bunch of nothing." He announces, throwing the book into the backseat of the car, "These things, whatever the hell they are, what if people are actually just throwing toasters into their tubs?"

Sam bites his lip, "Bobby would know what to do. He would know what these things were. Or at least how to look for them."

Dean ignores the Bobby reference, "So, lets gather what we know, these things can fry people from the inside without causing any real damage to the outside. So kind of like a deadly x-ray. X-ray gone haywire."

Sam sighs, "All of the victims have no correlation other than being human." Sam scratches the back of his neck, "Dean, maybe this is just a dead end case."

Dean spots a couple walking into the little diner. One of them is a woman, with brown hair to her shoulders and bright eyes. She's wearing a leather jacket and red skirt, she shakes her hair out of the helmet she'd been wearing. The man with her is wearing a bowtie and a suit, glancing around.

"Well hello good looking." Dean smirks.

"I don't think she has anything to do with our case, Dean." Sam says just as Dean hops out of the car.


Clara and the Doctor walk into the diner, while the Doctor is looking around wildly. "Would you stop that? You're beginning to look like a criminal."

The Doctor looks down at her, "Clara, this isn't right, we shouldn't be here. She won't let us leave and we need to figure out why."

"We could start with milkshakes." Clara says, sitting at one of the tables.

The Doctor looks confused as he sits across from her, "Milkshakes? What's that?"

"A thousand year timelord and you've never had a milkshake? You really have been living in the clouds, haven't you?" Clara glances at the menu as the waitress comes up. She quickly orders them two milkshakes. "So, all we know is that the TARDIS won't let us leave. So, I reckon we stay, see the sights."

"No one wants to see Texas." The Doctor notes as the waitress comes back with their milkshakes. The Doctor takes out his sonic screwdriver, analyzing it, then looking at the screwdriver, "Milk, whipped cream, and ice cream."

Clara leans forward, "Could you put that thing away? You're starting to show your alien."

The Doctor smiles, spinning the red and white straw in his milkshake, "Sorry, thought it was already achingly obvious I was a big red thing with suckers."

Clara makes a face, then takes a sip of her milkshake, "It's good, try it. You've saved entire worlds yet you flinch at the sight of a milkshake? Come on chinboy."

"I thought we agreed to stop calling me that." The Doctor takes a sip of his milkshake, finding it to be amazing, "This is amazing. Who knew such a combination would create such a-"

They're interrupted when two men come up to them. The smaller one immediately reaches out his hand to Clara.

"Dean Winchester. I couldn't help but be amazed by your beauty-" Dean is immediately nudged harshly by the taller man beside him. He quickly shoots him a glare laced with anger. "You two don't look like you're from around these parts."

"We aren't. Now if you wouldn't mind-" The Doctor interrupts.

"Dean, come on, we should go." The taller man says, tugging at Dean's arm.

"Come on Sammy, lets meet the foreigners." Dean pulls a chair up, sitting in it, focusing his eyes on Clara, "Didn't quite catch your name, beautiful."

Clara's cheeks heat up, unused to this kind of attention, "Probably because I didn't say it. Clara, Clara Oswin Oswald." She shakes his outstretched hand.

The Doctor ignores the light flirtation going on between the two, "Tell me, have either of you seen or heard of anything weird around these parts? Suspicious attacks? Anything of that nature?"

Sam and Dean's eyes immediately meet.

"Have you?" Sam asks, sitting next to the Doctor, "I mean there's something-"

"Sammy-" Dean warns.

"Something? What is something? Show me." The Doctor insists.

Sam and Dean share a look. Sam reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a folded up piece of paper. He sets it on the table. The Doctor reads over it quickly, pulling out his glasses and pushing them onto his face. He skims them, bringing the papers up to the light as if he couldn't see them. He takes his glasses off with a haunted look. His eyes meet Clara's.

The Doctor speaks lowly, "I think we ought to be going now."

Clara recognizes the haunted look, "Yes, we ought to be. We have that thing! Oh my, the thing!" Clara stands up abruptly, looking at Sam and Dean, "Pleasure to meet both of you, really. We really must be going."

"Wait-" Dean says, about to ask for her number but she's already fled with the Doctor.

Sam watches the pairing leave, talking quickly as they jump onto the motorbike. "Something was off about them."

"Maybe because they're foreign." Dean grabs the papers on the table, "You probably just scared them right out of Texas, good job, Sammy."

"She wasn't going to sleep with you, Dean. She has a thing for that guy she's with." Sam proclaims, getting up from his chair, "Did you notice something weird though?"

"That he never said his name?" Dean asks.

Sam nods, "Precisely."


A/N: A nice little Doctor Who and Supernatural crossover, cool, right? Anyways, not everything in this story will follow the shows fact by fact, as I have to do some storyline bending in order to get this little pairing together. The Doctor is the 11th Doctor, just so you guys are aware! Can't quite let Matt Smith go!