A few miles later, underneath a sea of light in an abandoned parking lot, Dean brought the Impala to a stop. The two brothers got out of the car silently and withdrew their firearms, aiming them both at The Doctor and Rose.

"OUT!" Dean shouted, and for once, The Doctor and Rose did as instructed without a word uttered.

"Sit down," Sam directed Rose to the trunk, allowing her to sit on the metal.

Dean took The Doctor several feet away.

"You move," he said, "I shoot. Get me?"

"Oh, yes," The Doctor agreed, "But, please, don't cut me, just put the silver up to my arm."

Dean ignored him as he pulled out his tools and went to work. He passed them all easily, though when it came time for the silver, Dean made a point to cut him, as though to warn him that if The Doctor misbehaves, he will get much worse.

"Satisfied?" The Doctor inquired as he cut, making a point to show not the least bit of pain.

Dean nodded, smiling a bit, "So...who are you?"

"Fantastic question," The Doctor smiled, "Like I said, I'm The Doctor."

"Doctor who?" Dean asked again, a deadly glint in his eye.

"Just The Doctor," The Doctor stated, "So, Dean Winchester, what are you hunting for?"

"Daevas," Dean answered, curious to see this Doctor's response, "Shadow demons, also called the Zoroastrian demons."

"There you go with demons again," The Doctor sighed, "Well, by all means, what you call demons, I call Elemental Shades."

"Elemental Shades?" Dean asked as though the words were distasteful, "That's gotta be the most douchy name I've ever heard."

The Doctor laughed openly, "My word, Dean, you never change. You are right, though, the Zoroastrian sector is home to the Howling Halls, the natural domain of the Shades. It's a nexus, a meeting point, in time and space. Most of the time, it stays dormant, closed off from the rest of the universe. Sometimes, though, a rift opens, and the shades get through."

"A meeting point in time and space?" Dean asked, a little doubtful, "You mean like a vortex, or-or a mystery spot?"

"Yes, yes!" The Doctor agreed enthusiastically.

"Only these didn't just appear due to random chance," Dean stated, "Someone, some bitch, pulled them through, summoned them using a spell."

"Welllll, you call it spellwork," The Doctor said, "I call it a-"

"Yeah, whatever," Dean interrupted, "Listen, Doc, are you hunter?"

"No, no, no, no," The Doctor said, "I'm more of a...well, tourist, I'd say, every now and then, I wind up on this side of things, but it's usually something alien, welll, from your point of view, that is."

"So, what, you're like Mulder and the blonde's Scully?"

"Something like that, yeah," The Doctor smiled, "Only less FBI and more Scooby Doo."

Dean nodded, thinking he understood the situation, "So basically, you're a coupla douches off having fun while people are dying."

"I'm sorry, what?" The Doctor gaped, shocked by his words.

"You keep spouting crap about time travel, laughin' your stupid ass off, not taking anything seriously while people are dying," Dean stated, more than a little angry, "You're a couple of douches."

"Now, see here!" The Doctor didn't get any further into his tirade, as he fell to the ground, his lip split open a bit from where Dean had punched him.

"DOCTOR!" Rose shouted, immediately making for her companion, only to be stopped by Sam.

"You listen to me, you son of a bitch," Dean seethed at the stunned Time Lord, "Next time we see you out here, we're putting you in a wheelchair. Leave this stuff to the people who actually know what the Hell they're doing and who genuinely care about the people they're trying to save!"

Without waiting for a reply, Dean stood up and stalked off. Sam stared at his brother, a little nervous, but he let Rose go without a word. The blonde immediately rushed to The Doctor's side, the Time Lord having risen to a sitting position as he gingerly cleaned his lip.

"Doctor, are you alright?" Rose inquired, concerned for the man she held so dear.

"I'm fine, Rose," The Doctor said quietly, watching as the boys drove off in their Impala, "I suppose we made a bit of a mess of things."

"What makes you say that?" Rose asked.

The Doctor stood up, stretching as he did, "Sam and Dean think we're, well, I won't use the word, but let's just say they don't have a high opinion of us at the moment. And why should they? We were having so much fun that we forgot the reality of what we were doing. They're right to be a little concerned."

"The first time we met them, Dean didn't really care for either of us," Rose remembered her time with the short haired and big eared man readily.

"Nor J-" The Doctor stopped himself, remembering that Jack was not to be mentioned around Rose, "Sam, though, he was far more polite about it."

"They're right about one thing," Rose stated, "Those shades are still out there, we need to get them back home before they hurt anyone else!"

"Right you are, Rose," The Doctor agreed, "There's only one way we can do that. Come on!"