First the driver's door clicked shut and then the passengers. Dean popped open the trunk and threw a duffel bag to Sam. "How are we meant to find this guy then?" Dean asked.

"Dean he has a name!" Sam said.

"No he doesn't he has a job! I don't go around telling people to call me hunter!" Dean said. Sam rolled his eyes but Dean wasn't done. "Or sometimes he has no name at all and they call him the gentleman or worse-"

"The mysterious man!" Sam finished for him.

"And that doesn't annoy you?"

"Hell yeah it annoys me Dean! But I just want to find him. Imagine how many people have died for this guy!"

"What even is this guy then?"

"I don't know. Bobby doesn't even know!"

"What about Cas?"

"I haven't heard from him in days."

"Great so we're still clueless!'

"Unless you believe Amy's idea!"

"What that this guys an alien?!"

"Well maybe! I mean, in all that we've seen how much of it did we thin wasn't real?! Fairies, unicorns, ANGELS!"

"I can't believe this are you really buying this?!"

"No but what else do we have dean?"

"We'll get something more believable to come up!"

"In the meantime there's nothing."

"So in the meantime we're back to square one?"

"I guess so!" Sam sighed. He held the motel door open for Dean.

"Great!" Dean said sarcastically.

Sam and Dean had stumbled onto the case of a mysterious man who appeared through the ages with different people and different faces. It was always the same guy though. That was proven. He was always around one blue box. That box was what had got them on this case in the first place. If they hadn't stopped for pie, Sam wouldn't have seen the box…

"Dean look!" He said hitting his brother. Dean locked around at what his brother thought was so important. He saw the blue box and was less than impressed.

"It's a box," he said.

"Don't you think it's a little odd that a 19th contrary Glaswegian police box has turned up in 21st century America?" Sam said pointedly.

"I think it's stranger that you know about this! Come on, I want my pie!"

Sam was hesitant to wait before investigating, but followed his brother anyway. Then when he came back out again, "Dean! Dean it's gone!" he said in surprise.

"Now that is suspicious!" Dean said…

And so they'd spent almost three months trying to track this man down. Cas helped between weeks but was tied up doing god knows what, but the biggest help they had right now was a ginger woman in England and her husband who referred to themselves as "The Ponds" which made the brothers refer to themselves as "The Winchesters". However each cover was blown by annoying partners who refused to refer to their partners by anything but their first name. Amy and Dean were irritated by this. Rory and Sam didn't care.

"You could try Cas one more time Dean!" Sam suggested.

"What's the point he won't turn up!" Dean shrugged.

"He might!"

"No! Dammit Sam! No!"

"What the hell happened between you two? You used to be like brothers!"

"You're my only brother Sam!"

"Dean you know what I mean."

"I'm not calling Cas!"

"Fine. I'm going to call Amy and see if anything's turned up."

"You do that."

Sam walked into the street and down the side alley. He shifted around a bit to make sure he was fully out of sight of their room's window. When he was sure he was, he sighed. He took a breath before he closed his eyes.

"Hey, CAS. I need you…we need you, to come down for a bit. Just to talk to Dean. Look I don't know what happened between you… god knows I've tried to work it out but Dean's… being Dean. Cas please. Even if you don't have any information on the Doctor… I don't know just come! I mean there must be… SOMETHING on this guy that you have that we don't! I just need you to come Cas. Please. For Dean!"

Sam opened one eye and looked around. He was still alone. He opened the other eye and sighed. "Great. Fat lot of good that did!" he sighed. Sam dialled the number he had dialled countless times before. When the phone was picked up at the other end Sam instantly said, "alright Amy what've you got?" but it wasn't Amy.

"Sam! Hello!" Rory's voice sounded a little stressed.

"Hey Rory, are you ok?" Sam asked.

"Hum? Oh yeah, yeah! Fine! Um, nothing. Nothing new anyway can I err… can I call you back?!"

"Yeah yeah sure thing. Bye,"

"Yeah bye!"

Rory hung up quickly and Sam frowned. There was definitely something wrong here. Dean even agreed. But there was nothing they could do but sit by the phone and wait for them to call back.