Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Doctor Who, their stories, or their characters. But if I did, there would be a LOT more sex in them.
Dean groaned when he felt the fist connect with his jaw. He groaned again when he realized he'd been all but thrown against the wall. His eyes opened of their own accord. A man with sharp features and ink black hair stood fighting Sam, who was losing. The man's body gave off a weird blue glow as he slammed his fist into Sam's gut. Sam folded in half with a painful groan. The man took out a shining bronze dagger and raised it so that he could bury it into Sam's neck.
Still a little dizzy, Dean quickly got up on my feet and tackled him. The man shouted loudly and swore. His hands wrapped around Dean's neck. My vision filled with black spots.
Ok, he thought, time to call Cas.
"Cas." he spluttered out, voice weak. The man tightened his grip. Dean gathered all my strength and pushed against him, knocking him away. "Castiel!"
The man stood up and stalked towards him, snarling. Before he got too close though, there was the rustle of leaves and Castiel appeared behind him. His face was cold and unfeeling as he grabbed the unnamed man by the arm and pulled him back. The man's eyes widened as he looked at Castiel. Castiel raised his other hand, which held an angel blade, positioned it to strike the man's heart.
"NO!" The man shouted and twisted away from Castiel, knocking his blade away. He pulled back his arm and punched him in the face. If a human had done that, they probably would have broken several bones. But Castiel staggered back as the man backed away. His body shined a light, sleep blue. The light completely overtook his body and the room until it was the only thing you could see. Then he was gone.
"I still don't know what he was."
Dean stared dug around in the fridge at Bobby's house while talking to Sam. He pulled out a beer and and sat down next to his brother. "Well what could he be?"
"I have no idea. I thought it was a djinn at first, but there's no way a djinn could've done that. A god maybe?"
"What, you mean like a pagan?"
Sam shrugged."Maybe."
"Well what would a pagan want with a bunch of sleeping people?"
"I honestly have no idea."
They sat in silence for a few moments. Then Sam said, "So, we saw Cas today."
"I know. I was there."
"He saved us."
"Yeah. So." Dean looked at him with annoyance.
"I was just thinking, maybe you should tell him how you feel."
"How I feel? Sam, what the hell are you talking about!"
Sam sighed. Why did he bring this up? "Ok, maybe this is a bad time." He started to stand up.
Dean stood up too. "No Sam, what did you mean?"
Sam sighed. "Well, it's pretty obvious that you and Cas...you know."
Sam looked uncomfortable. Dean looked livid.
"No, ok? No, no, a million times no. Cas is my friend, and what you're saying is just wrong."
Sam started to argue, but just then there was the sound of rustling wings and Castiel stood in front of them. His face was impassive. "Hello Dean. Sam." There was an awkward pause. Then Sam said, "Hey Cas. Did you found out what that guy was?"
Castiel nodded. "Yes, I know who it is."
Dean looked at him. There were standing their usual two inches apart and staring at each other, but Dean looked uncomfortable and even Cas seemed more awkward than usual. Finally, Dean snapped. "Are you actually going to tell us, or are you just gonna stand there looking stupid?"
Castiel's head jolted for a moment. He looked taken aback, and it was obvious his eyes were wet. "Yes. He is the god Hypnos."
"Hypnos? The Greek god?" Sam was staring at Cas wide eyed.
"Yes. He is the Greek god of dreams. It's...strange."
Dean asked, "Why's it strange?"
"Hypnos is usually a neutral figure, neither good nor bad. He's never done anything like this before. But that's not the strangest thing."
"Seriously? There's more?" Dean looked like he was done.
Castiel nodded. "Yes. The people he was putting to sleep weren't just people. They were gods, as well."
"Why would a god be attacking other gods?" Sam asked, looking confused.
"I don't know."
"Well, what kind of gods were they?" Dean asked, staring at him intently. Castiel, however, refused to meet his eyes.
"There were eight of them. One was Greek, another Mayan, one Norse, one Hindu, one Egyptian, one Polynesian, one Celtic, and the final one was Japanese. Their powers were various. I can see no connection apart from the fact that they were all pagans."
Sam nodded. "Anything else?"
Castiel nodded. "Yes. They had all been stripped of their powers. As weak as any human. Worse, since whatever took their powers injured them greatly." He stood there for a moment then said, "Goodbye."
And he was gone.
Castiel stood looking up at the temple. The black stone shone in the silver moonlight. There was an onyx statue of a woman over 10 feet tall in front of the building. Her face looked down at Castiel with a serene expression. Her arms reached over her head, her hands holding a full moon. Nyx. Daughter of chaos, consort of darkness. It seemed oddly fitting to the angel standing before her.
Tears streamed down his face. He made no attempt to rid himself of them. He felt like an idiot. He had been standing in the hallway outside of Bobby's kitchen. Dean often complained about him just flying in, and he had been attempting to rectify it. Unfortunately, he had heard Sam and Dean talking and had stopped to listen. He didn't mean to spy, but he couldn't help himself. Now he wished he hadn't.
"He had known for a long time of course that he was in love with Dean. How could he not love him? He was amazing. Of course, he would be more amazing if he hadn't just crushed all of Castiel's feelings under his foot.
He didn't know when he'd sat down, or when he'd allowed his wings to wrap around his huddled body. It hurt to look at them. They'd been white once, but had been badly burned in Hell. Now they were completely black. Usually he liked to look at them, he liked the reminder that it had been him who saved Dean. Now the reminder of his hunter was as painful as remembering his words.
He eventually became aware of the tears and raised his hand to wipe them away. He made it so that his wings were no longer visible on this plain and stayed huddled. After a few more minutes he stood up, but he didn't know where to go. He wasn't welcome in Heaven, and he definitely didn't want to see Dean. So he just stood there, staring at the statue.
Slowly, he became aware of a strange sound. He wasn't sure how to describe it, but it was getting louder. He turned around...and stared at the deep blue box.
The Doctor walked around the console, flipping switches and pushing buttons for his own amusement. Anything to ignore the silence.
There was no companion. No Rose, no Martha, no Donna, not even Jack.
He closed his eyes.
In his mind he saw the Master, standing in front of Rassilon, the way he'd been seconds before he...died? Left? He didn't know. He just knew that he was gone and it hurt.
On the bright side though, he's still alive. Yay.
He looked at one of the screens. He was about to move, but he realized that something was wrong. 15...23...41...this isn't good.
Lights started flashing. Red, blue, green. The cloister alarm clanged throughout the TARDIS. The TARDIS itself was shaking, as though there were an earthquake. The Doctor grabbed one of the coral like supports and held onto it. It didn't work. He was knocked onto his back and rolled on the ground. In his head, he could hear the TARDIS screeching. For a single moment, he went blind.
When his eyesight returned, the TARDIS stopped. The console was calm, there were no more lights or alarms. Just him.
Carefully, he stood up. Everything seemed normal. This usually meant that nothing was. The readings were all normal, but that didn't tell him anything. He checked where he was. Greece, Earth, 21st century. TARDIS hummed angrily. He tried to move it, but nothing worked. The TARDIS refused to budge an inch.
The Doctor shrugged. "Well, let's go and have a look then," he said, grinning. Then he looked around and continued, "I'm talking to myself. That's definitely not good." He shrugged and grabbed his coat, practically skipping at the doors. He seemed happy. He seemed normal. Nobody would have ever guessed how broken he was.
Outside, it was the night. The full moon shone silver on the black building in front of him. He looked up at the imposing onyx statue. He only looked at that for a second though. Something else had caught his eye.
There was a man standing in front of the statue. He had dark hair that looked black, but might be brown. His eyes were a bright blue that reminded the Doctor of the oceans on Ariellus. But underneath that, he was shining white. Two giant black wings stretched out behind him, reaching out for the sky.
The Doctor smiled. "Hello!"
Castiel stood staring at the man that had come out of the blue box. He had dark brown hair and eyes and a happy grin. But his soul...it was golden and looked like it was made up of thousands of tiny gears, the kind you would find in a clock.. It wrapped around him, swirling inside his body, and at some points lashing out at the space around him. It was beautiful. I thought of Dean's soul. It glowed bright white but was dimmed in places, like scars. It was all the more beautiful for those spots, though.
For a moment, he smiled at the thought of Dean and his amazing soul. Then he remembered, and wanted to cry again.
The man with the strange soul must have noticed his sudden change in moods. He frowned and crept closer. "Are you alright? Did something happen?" He placed one hand on Castiel's shoulder in comfort.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you." Castiel frowned at the man. "Who are you?"
The man grinned widely, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm the Doctor! Hello!"
"Hello Doctor."
"Huh. You know, normally when I introduce myself, people ask me 'Doctor Who?'."
Castiel frowned. "Would you like me to do that as well?"
"Oh no, no, no, I don't mind. Although, you still haven't told me your name." The Doctor looked at him with what has often been described as "puppy eyes". His tongue rested in the corner of his mouth. Castiel thought he was quite handsome.
"I'm Castiel."
"Like the angel!"
A smile tugged at Castiel's mouth. He was about to answer, but the Doctor's eyes widened and he said, "Ohhhh, now I get it! You're an angel! Oh, that's amazing! I've never met an angel before! Well, I have actually, but they were made of stone and trying to kill me, and I really hope that's not how this is going to end." Now he was looking off in the distance, but in a second he clapped his hands together and smiled again. "So! Hi."
"Hello."
They were silent.
"So, anyway, I'm not really sure how I got here or why, do you think you could maybe help me out a bit?"
Before Castiel could say anything though, his phone rang.
He looked like he was in pain as he pulled his phone out. "Hello Dean?"
Castiel listened to the man on the phone talk for a minute. Castiel nodded several times, and finally said "Yes Dean" and hung up.
He looked at the Doctor and said, "I have to go."
"Great, I'll come with you!"
Castiel stared at him. "I'm going to be flying."
"Ok."
"You don't even know where I'm going."
"Well, I'm not really able to go anywhere right now, so…"
"Ok."
"Wonderful! Just let me get something real quick." He turned and jogged back into the box. Castiel looked after him, but didn't see anything. "Ok. I'll just wait here then."
The Doctor looked around the console for the box. He'd just had it, now where…
"Ah! Got it!" He was holding a small black box. When he opened it, there was a silver ring. The middle was green with small silver stones with circular Gallifreyan carved into them. He'd recovered it from the prison after the Master's botched resurrection. He was going to get rid of it, but he couldn't. So instead he kept it on the console where he could see it whenever he wanted to.
He stiffened. It was like he could feel somebody watching him, but when he turned around there was no one there.
He put it in his pocket and and left quickly, not stopping to look back at the room once.
The Doctor left the TARDIS looking sullen. When he saw Castiel, he immediately perked up. It was hard to tell if his smile was fake or not.
Castiel was staring at the TARDIS. "What is that?"
"The Doctor looked back at the blue box. "That," he said, pointing at it, "is my TARDIS."
"That does not make the matter any clearer."
"Well it's a time machine. And a space ship."
"Oh." He paused. "Why is it called a TARDIS?"
"Well it stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space."
"Oh. Are you ready to go?"
"Yep. Allons-y!" He started walking off in a random direction.
"Doctor?"
"Yes?"
"We're flying, remember?"
"Oh. Yes. Quite right. Let's go." He'd gone from awkward to cheerful in seconds, and was happily walking back to Castiel's side.
Castiel placed two fingers to his forehead. One second they were standing in front of a temple in Greece. In the next, they were gone. /span/p
Deep blue eyes stared at the place where only a second ago a Time Lord and angel had stood. Hypnos felt an urge to snarl at the spot, but restrained himself. He was a god, not an animal. Or worse, a human. The thought filled him with disgust.
His sister would not be pleased, he knew. He had stolen the other gods' powers, but now they were gone and he did not yet know where. Worse still, they had attracted the attention of hunters and an angel. This was not good.
On the bright side, the second plan had worked. The Time Lord was here now as his sister's consort had wished. This, at least, was good. She would be pleased when he delivered this news.
Hypnos left the temple, more subtly then he had escaped the angel earlier. There was only a dim blue shimmer around him as he transported himself to Olympus.
Once he was there, he stared up at the Pantheon. Once it had been made of a glowing white stone available only to the gods. Now the stone was a deep black, like oblivion, with streaks of silver, purple, blue, and green.
Hypnos walked up the steps and into the temple. Where before there had been 12 thrones - one for each of the major gods - there were shining silver cages lining the room. Half of these cages contained naked people, malnourished and ill-looking. Blood coated their chests. The remaining cages only held bones.
In the middle of the room there were two thrones. The first was made of the same black material that now made up the temple, with silver plating in places. The chair had several scenes of people either fighting or dead carved into it. Hypnos stared at one image of a man tied to a pole while others thrust swords and spears at him. The image made him vaguely uncomfortable, a feeling he soon dismissed.
The second throne was completely different. It was golden and shining with black cushioning which the first had not bothered with. It had images carved into as well, but they made no sense to Hypnos. Rather than normal pictures, it had many connected circles carved into it, supposedly in the form of words.
The most impressive thing, however, were not the thrones themselves. Rather, it was the people sitting upon them.
The person in the first throne was a woman. She had extraordinarily pale white skin and acid green eyes. Her hair was as black as her brother's, but wavy and fell to her waist. Her features were as sharp as the blade of a knife. Her resting face was that of a sneer. Her clothes were a long black dress in soft, almost transparent, silk. It was embroidered with purple thread in the images of fire and war.
The second person was a man. His skin was tan in some lights, but pale in others, Now he seemed almost golden, with white-blond hair and eyes that had been brown, but were now as gold and shining as the throne he sat upon. His clothes were black with silver circles embroidered on them. His eyes surveyed the people in the cages with a hungry look, but he restrained himself.
The woman rose from her seat and walked gracefully towards Hypnos. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders in a loving hug. "Brother, you have returned!" She sounded happy.
"Hello Eris. I'm glad to see you as well."
"Did you get them?" She smiled. Her eyes were aglow. She had the same hungry look as her husband.
"I stole the other god's powers." Hypnos held out his hands, and a glass ball grew above them, a rainbow of shining colors swirling inside.
Eris clapped. "You have down well brother." Eris took the ball and held it carefully in her hands. The ball glowed bright white, then vanished. Eris let out a contented moan. She looked at her brother, still smiling. "But what of the other gods? I requested you bring them back for my consort, remember?"
Hypnos gulped. "There was a problem."
Eris stopped smiling. Her expression was icy, her tone colder still. "A problem, brother?"
Hypnos fought to keep his voice from shaking. "Hunters."
"Hunters!" Eris erupted. Her face was one of pure rage. "You allowed hunters to stop you! This is-"
"It wasn't just hunters! There was an angel!"
Eris stalled in her rampage. Her tone was soft, her eyes resting on a silver streak in the floor. "An angel."
Eris straightened her back in an instant, staring at him again. She didn't seem as angry as she had a moment ago, but she definitely wasn't smiling. "Very well brother, I shall not punish you for this." She turned to walk back to her throne.
"I saw something else. After I had left. The Time Lord. He is here."
His sister whipped back around to face him, and for the first time since Hypnos had returned, the man in the second throne spoke. "He's here?" He was leaning forward eagerly, and looked and sounded like an astonished child.
Hypnos nodded. "Yes. In fact, I saw him conversing with the angel. They…" He paused. He did not know how they would react to this. "They left. I know not where."
The golden man sat back in his throne and scowled. Eris, on the other hand, seemed almost ecstatic. "Hunters, an angel, and a Time Lord! What fun!" She turned to face the other man. "Isn't it, Master?"
The Master smiled at her, though he still seemed somewhat annoyed. "Great fun, my goddess. Great fun."
