A/N hello everybody so I got two awesome reviews for my last chapter, and got a couple of good ideas to make this story more interesting, you guys are awesome, and this ones for you, thanks Wings Of Sanguine and lilnudger82 I hope you guys like the second instalment of Winchester's in stone, enjoy last time we saw the brothers they were waiting to see what lie beyond the bathroom door now let's see what's waiting for the brothers.

chapter Song: Bad Company, by bad company(or five finger death punch)

disclaimer: I still don't own Doctor Who or Supernatural, but I'll keep you updated

The Doctor was sitting in the TARDIS when he felt it, a warmness in his breast pocket, reaching in he pulled out his psychic paper, on it was a message.

"Showtime Doc, S Winchester." so it was time, he needed to go to New York already, so soon after the Ponds, standing he flicked switches on the console setting coordinates for a rundown motel in the middle of Manhattan, he couldn't believe he had to do this for two boys he had never met, well he had met Sam once, he had no more than folded the last page of Melody Malone when he came up, walking with purpose, the Doctor could tell in a moment that he was looking for someone.

He looked over at the Doctor and started to come over. "Hello Doctor." he said, sitting down beside him.
"do I know you?" the Doctor said. Smiling he shook his head, "not yet, but you will. I'm Sam Winchester."
He reached into his pocket and fished something out, "I'm supposed to give this to you and tell you that you need to come when I send word." with this he held out a piece of paper to the Doctor, he took it, "well go on what do I need to do?" Sam smiled again and brushed hair out of his eyes, "well, nothing aside from show up, and not get pissed at the reception you get from me and my brother."

The Doctor laughed, "and who said I was actually going to come?" he asked bitterly, he would rather put this city in the taillights so to speak. Sam looked uncomfortable, "well…" he cleared his throat, "well technically you did." The Doctor nodded, then looked at him sharply, "why? What's going to happen?" Sam cleared his throat clearly feeling awkward, "actually I'm not allowed to say, you told me that you might not come if you knew." The Doctor nodded, of course his future self would know what kind of state of mind he was in. "very well just give me the details." he said.

Sam complied leaving out most of the details that mattered which at the time worried the Doctor.

The Doctor had hoped that the message would come later rather than sooner, but either way, a deal was a deal, and he had told Sam he would come when the message came. "just like River said I always come when called." he muttered throwing the switch.

~~Don't Blink~

Sam and Dean stood at the ready. They glanced at each other, "what the hell is that?" Dean asked, Sam shrugged, "only one way to find out." together they pushed though the door of the bathroom, coming face to face with a large blue box, which made a final booming sound causing Sam to jump back, unsure what was going to happen. "what the hell?" Dean said again, lowering his gun slightly, then there was a sound of the door unlatching, and Dean brought his gun back up.

The door swung open, and the man from earlier that evening stepped out and then backed up with his hands up when he saw the brothers standing there with guns pointed at him, "you!" Sam said lowering his weapon, "Sammy what are you doing?" Dean demanded, glancing at his brother without moving his gun. "Dean it's the guy from earlier, you know the one." Dean turned his head to face his brother, "the creeper?" he asked.

"the what?" The man demanded not putting his hands down, "what on earth would make you think I'm a creeper, tell him Sam." Sam froze bringing his gun up again, "who are you, how do you know who I am?" Sam asked taking a half step towards the man, he was nearly back inside his box. "I'm the Doctor!" he said. Dean eyes him suspiciously, "that's not a name, that's a career." he said his gun not wavering, "that's what people call me." The Doctor insisted, "I'm the Doctor!" Sam glanced at Dean it was clear that this man was no demon, he was freaked out of his wits, "okay that answers one of the questions, but how the hell do you know who I am?" the Doctor glanced around, "you told me. When you told me to come here, you told me who you were." Sam slowly shook his head, "I've never met you, until earlier today, and even then it couldn't be counted as meeting you." he said.

The Doctor dropped his hands down, "what do you mean earlier? I just got here." Sam took one hand off the gun and pulled something out, "you were outside when me and my brother got here." He explained, "grabbed me and said "don't blink, if you blink they get you. The Angels have Manhattan, and if you blink Sam Winchester they will get you" then you took off, coming back a few minutes ago and leaving this on our door." Sam threw the not to the Doctor, who was looking quite stricken. Nearly missing the not fluttering towards him, he reached out his hand closing around it, "Angels? You're facing the angels?" his voice had risen a few octaves, anger flashing in his eyes, "you called me back to this city in this time, to face the one creature that has taken everything from me!" he roared, Dean moved back a step.

Sam went towards the man, dodging Dean's hand as he tried to hold him back, "I didn't call you, I don't even know who you are, you just sort of showed up and gave me a warning." he said lowering his gun, "but if these things are as dangerous as you seem to think, you need to help us. We've never seen anything like this before, and it seems that you have." Sam said.

The Doctor looked deflated, "you really don't know what you're dealing with Sam, you really don't."
Dean came up beside Sam lowering his own gun to his side, "well then creeper boy, I think it's time you tell us what the hell is going on, and how we can stop it."

The Doctor nodded, "first we need to go over the ground rules." the Doctor said walking past them with an odd saunter, that Sam could only describe as that of a baby giraffe, into the living/dining/bedroom.
Sam and Dean glanced at each other in the shadow of the big blue box and shook their heads, "what the hell have we gotten ourselves into Sammy?" Dean asked glancing back towards the door where the odd British man with the peculiar fashion sense had just disappeared, Sam shook his head, "I don't know, I really don't Dean, I really don't."

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