The black Impala drove quickly along the dark and forbidding back roads from St George, Utah to Durango, Colorado. It wasn't a long drive, about eight to nine hours, but it was long enough for the incredibly tall younger brother to doze in the passenger seat. As he slept, his brown hair fell over his face in a wave, moving as he breathed. He had his face pressed up to the window, the vibrating of the vehicle sent him to sleep. When he was younger it was his most common lullaby.
His eyes were closed tightly shut, as if he were having a nightmare. This usually didn't worry his older brother, who drove the impala; because it was quite natural to be having nightmares in the business they're in. He would often have nightmares himself. About his family, about their job. They had to do a lot in order to live, and even the occasional time they didn't.
Sam and Dean Winchester, two brothers out to defend America (and in more than one case, the world) from total supernatural devastation. Dean looked over to Sam, who was breathing lightly and suddenly looked calm. Peaceful. Dean smiled to himself, relieved Sam's nightmare was over. They had such a complicated yet loving relationship. No matter what happened one of them would risk their life for the other. Sure, they fought like any normal (these boys were far from normal) siblings would, but at the end they come out sticking together.
They hunted supernatural creatures that killed or were about to kill. And right now, they were on the case of strange deaths happening in the Durango area. Sam stumbled upon the case while in the men's bathroom. (Not really a detail he was keen to tell Dean, knowing he was opening himself to ridicule and that he sure did receive). Two old men were discussing it while doing their… business in separate stalls. Sam rushed out to tell Dean, and he looked a little too excited for a man who just came out of a men's bathroom. Another reason to be ridiculed by Dean.
Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly as he let himself get carried away by lip-syncing to Hotel California. He closed his eyes soulfully as he really got into the lyrics. It wasn't uncommon of Dean to do that – under all that rugged man there's a boy who still clings onto his classic rock cassette tapes. He sure looked rugged now, his 5 o'clock stubble shadowing his face and his worn leather jacket hanging loosely off his shoulders. It was Dean's fathers jacket and he wanted to wear it with pride, whether it fit or not.
Once the song had finished Dean looked up ahead and saw a lot of smoke bellowing out above the trees. It spilled out from between each crack, menacingly. Scared, he shook Sam awake. Sam grunted and jumped as he awoke to see what had happened.
"What the hell?" Sam muttered as he looked ahead. As they grew closer they could see in between the trees where the smoke had been coming from. A… blue police box? Like the ones in 1960 England?
"What is that?" Sam asked Dean, who looked at Sam with the expression of "how-the-hell-should-I-know-what-a-freakin'-blue-box-is-doing-out-here". A funny young man with old mans clothes was jumping up and down, waving his arms in large gestures at the impala.
"Should we check it out?" Sam questioned. "I guess?"
The man grabbed a handkerchief and held it in front of his face as he ran across the road to where the two brothers had pulled over. As he approached Dean could study his face. He had a young face, with very old eyes. He was dressed quite oddly – a buttoned up shirt, bowtie, suspenders, suit jacket and pants that don't quite make it down to his ankles. Dean and Sam exchanged confused looks as the funny little man tapped on Dean's window.
"Hi, hello, my TARDIS has just broken down, wibbly wobbly stuff, do you mind if I get a lift? I need to find a part for it and the old girl wont let me in unless I have the part. I'm quite homeless…" The stranger trailed off, talking to himself. His thick English accent was apparent to the boys, who laughed at his gibberish about wibbly wobbly.
"Wibbly Wobbly? What are you, a toddler?" Dean chuckled to himself, and Sam hit him quite hard. Dean winced at Sam who faked smiled at the stranger at their window.
"What's a TARDIS? And where are you from? And who are you?" Sam questioned cautiously. The man outside the window smiled widely, he seemed to like Sam.
"A TARDIS – Time And Relative Dimension In Space. I travel in it. I'm a traveller, just passing through, and she just seemed to want to crash land" – he looked anxiously at his blue box across the road – "And I am the Doctor. Pleased to meet you." He awkwardly reached in the car and put a hand in front of Dean's face to shake his. Dean scoffed.
"Alright "Doc". Jeez, this guy seems to have tickets on himself." Dean whispered amusingly to Sam. Sam intently stared at the Doctor, curious to know his story and who he actually was. Once Dean refused the Doctor's hand, the Doctor looked quite hurt and stepped back from the impala.
"I would just like a lift to the nearest town. Usually I don't do this but for some reason you're the only car I've seen." The Doctor sighed.
"Can I just take a minute with my brother here?" Dean smiled sarcastically and quickly wound up the window in the Doctors face. He turned to Sam, his eyes piercing through Sam's and a wild expression on his face.
"What the heck was that? A TARDIS? Doctor? ENGLISH? No." Dean hissed. Sam rolled his eyes at Dean.
"He doesn't look that bad. Sure, he's a little odd, but maybe if we talk about what we do in the car he'll get spooked and jump out at the next gas station. Might as well give him a lift?" Sam pleaded to Dean, who didn't look amused at all. His red lips tightened into a line and his eyes stared straight down at Sam's. After a few moments he gave in and wound down the window.
"This goes against everything I stand for. But fine, get in. Don't scratch the paint!" Dean yelled at the Doctor, who was jumping for joy at the news.
"Brilliant! Thank you gentlemen! Now this will be quite the adventure." The Raggedy Doctor hopped into the impala and the three men set off, back on the road.