A/N: Since I am sitting here trying to wake myself up before I go to work, what the heck, why not. :) enjoy.

"Sammy, come on!" Dean yelled for his brother, his voice echoing off the walls of their hideout.

"Hold up!"

"Dammit Sam," Dean muttered under his breath. They were getting ready to head out on a hunt and Sam was taking forever grabbing his gear. Dean decided he was going to just sit and wait. As he was just getting comfy, a strange noise came out of nowhere. Dean looked around and a moment later was staring at the blue police box that was now sitting at the other end of the room. Sam had just come up the steps, zipping his bag and froze on the step when he saw it.

"When did that get here?" he asked, as much surprised as Dean was.

"It just kind of….materialized?" Dean said confused. Then his verbage hit him. He grabbed the nearest weapon and pointed it at the box which was now starting to smoke. Sam had followed suit, both of them watching the box intently. "How'd that thing get passed the wards?"

"Beats me," Sam replied looking up at the box. "What's a 'police call box'?"

"Not a clue," Dean replied. The door creaked open, he adjusted his grip on the sword he had. A young girl poked her head out and looked around before a smile appeared on her face. She smiled even brighter when she saw the brothers.

"Uncle Sam! Uncle Dean!" she said jumping out and running to the two of them.

"Hold it sister," Dean said pointing the sword at her chest.

"Uncle Dean," she chuckled, "Why are you pointing a sword at me?"

"Who the hell are you?" Dean yelled. She gave him a hurt look and looked at Sam.

"Uncle Sam?" Sam seemed uncertain as he looked between his brother and the girl. Just then two more heads poked out of the blue police box. Sam heard Dean start muttering under his breath. "Something's not right…they don't know me." The girl looked back at the other two people, "What went wrong?"

The man stepped farther out of the box and looked around, "Is this the right place at least?"

"Yes. I spend tons of time here going through the books," she said trying to hold in the whine that escaped anyway. "But they don't know who I am."

"Should we?" Dean snapped.

"Yes," the girl sighed.

"Um excuse me," the brown haired girl said stepping forward. Sam took note that the two spoke with British accents. "What year is this?"

"2013," Sam replied warily. The darker haired girl's head snapped around to look at him before she started taking quick breaths and backing away from everyone.

"No no no no no no no. NO!" the girl yelled as her skin started giving off a soft glow. She turned to the man. "What did you do!?"

"What are you talking about?" the man replied. "You're the one who said you could get yourself home. You're home and it's just the wrong time-"

"Because you had to start pushing buttons!" the girl snapped at him.

"Hold it!" Dean yelled stopping the two from bickering. They turned to look at him. "What the hell is going on here? Who are you people and how the hell did you get in here?"

The man straightened his bowtie, "I'm the Doctor, this is Clara and that," he said pointing at the girl, "is your problem. We're just going to go wait for the TARDIS to finish refueling and be out of your way."

He started to make his way back towards the box, but the girl threw herself in her way, "Oh no you don't! You brought me to the wrong time, you're taking me back before I send you anywhere! I'm not even supposed to be here, I don't even exist yet!"

Sam cleared his throat, "Why don't we all just calm down?" They all turned to look at him. He took note the girl's soft glow, reminding him of something and knew it would be a bad thing to let her get any more upset. "Let's all just take a seat and get everyone here on the same page. Maybe Dean and I can help."

"Yea…right," Dean muttered turning his back on the whole thing.

"This is why you're the more reasonable one Uncle Sam," the girl sighed as the glow started to disappear. Dean threw her a look. "I like your hair like that, you shouldn't cut it."

She walked over to the table Dean had been sitting at and sat herself down like it was the most normal thing for her to do. Clara looked at the Doctor and after a slight nod from him sat down next to the girl and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Sam sat across from them as Dean paced behind him, his sword still in his hand. The girl chuckled at the sight, glad to see her Uncles hadn't changed much since they were younger.

"Now," Sam said looking at the girl who had cocked her head at him, her blue eyes watching him with amusement. "Why don't you start by telling us who you are? You keep referring to Dean and I as your uncles. We don't have any other siblings."

"Unless Adam made it out," Dean muttered. The girl gave him a sad smile.

"I cannot tell you much, but that I can assure you, Adam and Michael are still sealed with Lucifer," the girl sighed. "I can't give you my true identity for sake it will cause a paradox. Something the Doctor can tell you about."

The brothers looked at Doctor who gave a heavy sigh and nodded, "Bad, very bad."

"What, are you from the future or something?" Dean asked giving her a snarky smile.

"Yes."

"Alright, listen Doc, we've had our share of time travel incident…things," Dean said, "and nothing bad ever came about because of it. Just be straight with us and give us the truth before I slice all your heads off."

"Typical Uncle Dean," the girl chuckled.

"Will you stop it with the uncle crap!?" Dean snapped. "Who are you?"

"You may not be my blood uncles, but you are my uncles all the same," she sighed. Dean slammed his hands onto the table. The girl huffed at him, "My name is Ryse. Yes I am from your future. No I cannot tell you any more than that."

"Who are your parents and how do you know us?"

"I've known you both since I was born and I am not telling you who my parents are," Ryse sighed. She knew her Uncle Dean, and she knew how difficult he was about to become. She turned to her Uncle Sam, "Trust me when I say it's easier for you both to just live it out. Especially if both those parties were to find out prior to anything happening between them."

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Sam asked.

"You really want me to go through the list of things not many people know about you?" Ryse asked giving him an evil smile. "It's quite a long list."

"Start off with some basics," Sam said glancing at Dean who looked ready to blow a fuse.

"Yes please," the Doctor agreed seeming as agitated at the situation as Dean was.

"Doctor," Clara grumbled glaring up at him.

"Doctor who anyway?" Dean said before Ryse could say anything.

"Just the Doctor," the Doctor replied. Dean glared at him and was ready to say something else when Ryse decided she better intercede.

"You are Sam and Dean Winchester, sons of Mary and John," she started rattling off. "You come from a long line of hunters and are descendants of one of the last Men of Letters. This is their hideout. You've started then stopped the apocalypse. You have both died and both been dragged back out from hell. You've stopped leviathons and all sorts of monsters and Uncle Dean even made it back out of purgatory. Should I go on? I didn't even get to the embarrassing stuff."

"Anybody could find out that stuff," Dean scoffed.

"You love pie. Especially mine," Ryse said watching as the word pie sparked his interest. She looked at her Uncle Sam next, "The king of Hell also calls you Moose. Then there's Garth who took over Bobby Singer's role and Kevin Tran who's a prophet of the lord. There's also Castiel, who is an Angel-"

"Whoa, there are no such things are angels and leviathons and hell," the Doctor said cutting over her. "That was all something someone invented."

"In your world yes," Ryse said patiently. "Here, everything is very real. There are all sorts of monsters here."

"Ok ok," Dean said. "So you know a bunch of stuff that's happened. Why should we believe you? And I still don't know who these people are."

Ryse sighed, "My father and I were experimenting with my powers and I ended up punching through a wall in our dimension and ended up in theirs. I tracked down the Doctor and his space ship and convinced him to help me get home. They were merely assisting me. Unfortunately, I came home to the wrong time. When in 2013 is this? Where are Uncle Kevin and Uncle Garth and d-Castiel?"

"Um," Sam started exchanging looks with Dean, "Garth is doing…what he does, Kevin is sleeping and we're not sure where Cas is…"

Ryse froze, "Please tell me you're joking."

"No, no joke," Dean huffed sitting down finally.

"You need to find him and track him down."

"Easier said than done. Haven't heard from him since everything happened at the hospital."

"What happened?" Clara asked putting a hand on Ryse to keep her calm. She had taken note of the faint glow that had started.

"We tried to shut the gates of hell and Sam here was hospitalized-" Dean started but stopped when he saw Ryse jump up from her chair and hurry away. "Where is she going?"

"I'll get her," Clara said getting up from the chair. She hurried after Ryse. She followed the girl out the door of the place and outside. "Ryse, wait up."

Ryse stopped, but kept her back to Clara, "Go back inside."