title: KAZ 2Y5
series: supernatural (season four, between episodes 3 and 4) / doctor who (season six, between episodes 4 and 5)
rating: m (to be safe)
synopsis: the winchesters must team up with team tardis to protect someone dear to them
a/n: this is the first fanfiction i've written in a while, so bear with me while i get my sea-legs back! this might actually end up being fairly spoiler-free for those who have not seen the sixth season of doctor who, although i can't say the same for the supernatural half. r/r if you'd like, i would love the feedback :] xx
When she woke up, she could tell immediately that something was very, very wrong.
First of all, she never slept. Well - at least not that she could tell. She had always just been there, conscious of her surroundings at all times. The brothers might not have known this, but she was always watching them and doing her best to keep them safe (even if they were content with constantly doing things that could get themselves hurt or, worse, killed.) But this was a different sort of waking, a different sort of consciousness that she was completely unfamiliar with.
And then there was the fact that she could move. Or rather, she could move on her own accord. First, she opened her eyes (that's what they were called, right?), and she found that everything was much too bright. That was when she brought her hands to her face, although she wasn't quite sure how those had gotten there either. She couldn't remember ever having hands. But there they were - thin and pale and completely solid, blocking the bright sun from her eyes. She felt the rest of her face with these hands; there was a nose and lips and even a little rounded chin, all of which baffled her completely. These were all new.
That was when it occurred to her that she could sit up, so she did. Blinking in the light, her hands still shielding most of it from her eyes, she took in her surroundings. All she saw was desert, and not much else. Not even a familiar road to follow. The sun was high in the sky, which was completely empty of any clouds. A bird of prey circled above.
She was alone.
Without thinking about it, she sighed, and the noise surprised her. That was also new. She made the noise again, breathing out deeply to try out her new lungs. Her hands went to her chest experimentally as she took in a deep mouthful of air. In. Out. In. Out. So this was what breathing was like. How strange.
She became aware of other oddities as well - long dark hair that fell to the middle of her back, toes that curled and uncurled when she wanted them to, joints that all moved and rotated as they should. But every sensation, every movement was new to her.
She was alive. Really, truly alive.
She needed to find Dean.