Just you typical Doctor Who/Supernatural Crossover. Enjoy!
"WE'RE CRASHING MOTHERFUCKERS!" the doctor yelled at the top of his lungs. Amy started screaming, Rory hid in the corner, the doctor started swearing to himself and trying to fix the TARD simultaneously, and Captain Jack Harkness fixed his hair.
However, despite 'everyone''s best efforts, the last Gallifreyan time-ship crashed, leaving all four stranded god-knows-where.
"Ghost!" screamed a voice suddenly, and Captain Jack got shot through the chest, falling to the ground punkishly. Amy and Rory cried out, not knowing like the Doctor that Jack would come back bad-assively soon.
"OMG! Sam, are you nuts? That's the third human you've killed this week!" a tall, six-foot man with dyed blue hair screamed.
"Blame Cass," the taller-than-six-foot man shouted, "Not me, Dean!"
Suddenly, Captain Jax gasped and started breathing again. With fear, Sam shouted 'monster' and shot him again.
"Stop," Cass appeared in front of them in the way that angels do. He was wearing the usual trenchcoat he had been wearing for over two years. As usual, it was tan-brown, made from cat-hair, and meticulously clean and dust-free. "That man is Santa's vessel."
"Wait, what?" gasped everyone, just as Captain Jack woke up in time to hear the statement.
"Well, since you, Dean, refused to believe in Michelle, thus killing him so he can't use you as a vessel and stop Lucifer, SOMEONE has too. That person is the Archangel Santa, Angel of Summer." Cass explained.
"Look, motherfuckers, I gotta go fix up my TARDass, fuck ya later." The Doctor walked off, Rory trailing off after him with Amy looking jealous.
"So, guys, what are you hunting anyways?" asked CJ (Captain Jack) after a few minutes awkward silence. CJ knew all about Samantha and Dean's hunting because he is a vessel and vessels of the strongest angels know everything even about 42.
"We're hunting an SOB. It can take the form of any human," explained Sam. "But SOBs - Son of Bitches - are very, very, cunning."
Suddenly, the doctor came back fuming. "The fucking TARSDIS is a fucking fucked up piece of fuck-shit! It crashed so fucking bad!""
"Calm down. I have a solution," Cass said. He paused. Everyone waited for ten minutes in silence.
"What?" Asked Pond.
"What is what?" Cass asked her.
"What's the fucking plan?" Dean shouted impatiently, catching the drift of the conversation. Barely.
"Fucking plan? Sorry, but I do not have a plan for any sort of fucking. I meant I have a solution as to the need of those other guys to get another time machine," Cass said, with a dude-you're-such-a-dumb-blond look on his face.
"That's not what I- Oh fuck it." Dean sighed, annoyed by the angel's literal-ness. "I'm gonna go make out with ginger. She yous later." He walked away with Amy, while the others stood there in silence and Sam drank something from a bottle that looked suspiciously like blood.
After a while, Cass asked, "Why is everyone just standing here?"
"We're waiting for you, you fucking mother fucker douchebag!" screamed CJ in sudden annoyance. He figured he could swear at angels because he was a vessel.
At that point, the CJ started swearing his head off, literally. But it was all cool since he couldn't die and just grew a new head.
"See ya motherfuckers. I've got an actually fucking solution. I'll just steal Mother-fucking Marty McFly's time machine. Fuck ya later." The Doctor hurried off, followed by Amy and his boyishfriend Rory.
"So," said CJ, "Where's Santa?"
~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N What do you mother effers think about my awesome story? Should I write a sequel?
