Chapter 1
It was a late night as Vince was driving home, He had had a long day and was just looking forward to getting home and propping his feet up. That was until the battery in his car died.
"Damn it!" he muttered under his breath as he hopped out of his car and checked his phone only to see that there was no signal.
"Damn it!" he said once again. He got back in his car and grabbed the flashlight in the glove compartment and started to walk the remaining miles home, he figured he would just call a tow truck in the morning. As he started walking away from the car, he heard the trees rustle and turned to face them only to see nothing there. He shrugged it off and kept walking until he heard a growl.
"Hello?" he asked nervously. He thought he saw something in the trees and just as he was going to turn away again something jumped out at him. No one heard his screams.
Dean Winchester awoke with a start, his arm baring the Mark of Cain itched and burned like it always had since he had first held the blade. Eventually, it went away like it always did, there was no need to tell Sam about it, not yet anyway. He shook his head and walked over to the sink in his room and doused water on his face, it was then he noticed the smell of coffee. As he followed the source of the coffee smell, it led him into the kitchen where Sam was already at work on his laptop.
"Morning Sammy," Dean said to his little brother as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Morning Dean, breakfast is in the fridge." Dean looked in the fridge and found what he was looking for.
"Pie!"
"Well, I figured its been awhile and you've earned it."
"Sweet," said Dean munching on his pie with enthusiasm.
"We have a case."
"Really? Where?" Dean said with a mouthful of pie.
"Portland Oregon. The local authorities have declared it a bear attack."
"What makes you think it's one of ours?"
"The bite marks in the neck make me think a vampire, but the fact that the victim was mauled to death makes me think some kind of vamp werewolf team up?"
"Well, now I'm interested." So a half hour – to an hour later the brothers made their way to investigate one of their strangest cases yet. Another traveler of sorts is dealing with the loss of a friend and had no idea what he's about to get himself into.
Inside the TARDIS somewhere in the galaxy
Somewhere there was a blue box just spinning around in the time space vortex. Now, there was more to this box then meets the eye, This inside of the blue box was far larger in the inside than the outside. At the center of this room was a set of control desks, and sitting in a chair at one of these desks was a man. This man was tall with brown eyes and hair that was standing up all over, he was in a blue pinstripe suit with a pair of red chucks. This man was called the Doctor, nothing else just the Doctor. The Doctor wasn't a human, he was a time lord a member of race long gone. The Doctor's objective was to go from planet to planet solving problems and saving people. He even saved the galaxy once or twice. But right now the Doctor was bothered, he had just lost his most recent companion and close friend: Donna Noble, no she didn't die; she just reverted to the way she was before the two met. But the Doctor's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the control panels were sounding of an alarm.
"What's going on? Why is the TARDIS making an emergency landing?" he asked himself as he started examining the controls
"What's wrong sweetheart?" he asked the TARDIS, but very suddenly he heard and felt a sort of crash. As he poked his head out the doors of the TARDIS, he recognized where he was immediately, he was on his favorite planet, Earth, but he wasn't in London like where he would normally land. He was in America which wasn't a location he visited very often. Why did the TARDIS bring me here? He asked himself as he viewed his surroundings,
"Well now, this is interesting," he said to himself out loud.