When the Winchester brothers found out that the dreams Sam had came true, that they were future events, their minds both instantly went to that night in the car; the one thing that messed with their theory was that vision had been in the past with ALIENS. Now if there were two things that Dean didn't believe in (besides angels), it was definitely aliens and time travel. Besides, every vision ended up involving them in some way. Nothing remotely Roman or blue box related had happened since that night, but the Winchesters always kept an eye out, just in case.

Not too long after they found out, the brothers were sitting in a small dinner in some random town somewhere in Midwest when Sam looked out the window; Dean saw his brother's body stiffen in shock for a moment before bolting out of his seat and then the restaurant. "Sam!" Dean cried out after his brother before chucking some money on the table and leaving, not without a few odd looks, of course. Sam was running towards a street corner where a...Dean's thought process came to an end about there when he processed that there was a blue box with the helpful words "Police Public Call Box" printed across the front.

That was the box, the bigger on the inside blue box, that Sam had described to Dean; there were two men and a red haired woman walking out of the box, smiling at each other. They were all in very formal attire- the woman in a white wedding dress, the sandy and brown haired men were both wearing suits. The one with the longer brown hair, had a long tails to his suit and was wearing a white scarf, a white bow tie (which Dean thought was pretty cool looking, despite the fact he wouldn't be caught dead wearing it), and a top hat while the other man had a more normal looking suit. Dean could hear the one in the top hat talking with a very distinct British accent.

"Believe me Mr. and Mrs. Pond, no wedding is complete without authentic American Apple Pie. I kid you not, this place right here," he pointed to the dinner which the Winchesters had just left, "has the best apple pie in the world. NAY! The universe." Dean felt a sad rumble from his stomach; he hadn't gotten to taste that pie. Sam had reached them, barely stopping himself from barreling the trio over.

"Oh my god, you're him! You're The Doctor!" The Doctor looked to his companions with a confused smile before facing Sam, who towered over him.

"That's me, The Doctor, the one and only!" Though Sam had told his brother how young The Doctor was, the hunter was still surprised at just how young he looked; and yet, if the vision was to be believed, that young man commanded the respect of countless aliens (they had listened when he told them to stop moving after all) and had a 1960's police box that was bigger on the inside. Dean KNEW that there was a cool story behind that which he felt needed to be shared over a few beers. The Doctor was talking again. "Erm...so quick question- what did you say your name was?" Dean was standing next to his brother, having just caught up with him, while out of the corner of his eye he was watching the redhead; she was very pretty. Shame about the whole wedding dress wearing thing.

"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean." The Doctor waved at them.

"Hello Sam and Dean Winchester, cool names; should definitely keep them. Anyway, how do you know who I am? I've never met you and an occupational hazard of mine is to meet people who have already met me but I haven't met them." He spoke very quickly, making it a bit difficult for the brothers to understand. Luckily, they got the general message. Dean answered this time.

"My brother has visions of the future due to a series of unfortunate events that I'm sure you'll want to know all about and one of them involved you all," he gestured to The Doctor and his companions, "and something called the Pandorica." There was a definite reaction from all three at the last word. The Doctor touched his bow tie and the couple looked at each other and seemed to have a silent conversation before grasping each other's hand. The bow tie clad man quickly pulled out his trusty sonic screwdriver and pointed it at Sam; the gun that was suddenly pointed at him stopped him cold. He blinked like a deer in the headlights as he took in the look on Dean's face, which had transformed from relatively friendly- if slightly wary- into on of someone in protective mode; The Doctor knew that look well, having worn it himself many times.

"Hey! Get that away from him!" Amy menacingly took a step towards the man who didn't even flinch as the firey ginger stared him down. The man's brown haired brother put his large hand on the gun and slowly lowered it away from The Doctor and so that it was pointing towards the pavement. The streets were deserted, with not another soul in sight. Sam tried to keep the situation from turning dangerous.

"It's OK, Dean. It's not a weapon."

"How do you know for sure? You didn't talk about-" he paused for a moment, searching for words, before gesturing to the instrument. "whatever the hell that is, so it wasn't in your vision." The Doctor had to admit, this Dean character made a good point.

"Don't worry! Just a harmless little old sonic screwdriver. Doesn't kill, doesn't wound, doesn't maim That's why I like it. Just taking some readings, making sure everything's all right with your brother." The Doctor used his goofiest voice to try and reassure the lighter haired man, who now looked undecided about what to do. He wanted to protect his brother but if The Doctor just wanted to make sure he was alright, he couldn't just shoot him. "Here, look." The Doctor pointed the sonic at Rory and activated it, which made it give out a buzzing noise; nothing happened to him. "See, harmless."

"Alright, go ahead. But if anything happens to him..." Dean let his sentence end menacingly, letting the other man's imagination finish it. The Doctor nodded solemnly before going back to what he was doing. The sonic screwdriver made a small beep when it had scanned for a couple seconds.

"Just as I suspected, low level telepathic field; born with it I suspect. But it should've remained dormant his whole life. Something enhanced it. Something very powerful."

"That would be the Yellow-eyed Demon." The three time travelers shared a look.

"What demon?"

Hello! It has taken FOREVER to write because I have been super busy with school work and watching young children who are related to me. I have no idea why my relatives ask me to do this since I am literally the WORST with children. I haven't watched the first few seasons of Supernatural in a while so I'm sorry if I did something wrong or will do something wrong; you've been warned. But anyway, I'm gonna try and start working on chapter numero three as soon as penguinly possible and DFTBA!

-Dragon