Title: Busman's Holiday
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz
Info: Tag to 7x01 – AU a little crossover interlude of this show I adore with the show I have loved since I was 6. Supernatural meets Doctor Who. Takes place between Death leaving the boys at the house and the next morning at Bobby's and anime porn.
Author's note: This chapter may have gotten away from me a little. I'm not sure. LOL I've been decidedly distracted tonight with packing and prep, etc before I leave tomorrow. So, hopefully this doesn't wander too badly. :D
Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P
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CHAPTER 3
Dean was confused. His head felt fuzzy and his left arm felt numb. Is he alright? He heard Sam's voice and wanted to say he was fine. Got a bit of a shock he'll be fine. The Doctor's voice, it took him a second to process that. I don't think they're happy with us. Sam sounded nervous and that made him nervous. He could hear bodies moving around him and tried desperately to remember what had happened to him. I think you're right. This could get interesting. He remembered cold eyes and…and…he felt clawed hands wrapping around him. Werewolves! The thought screamed through the confusion in his head. They must have been attacked. He tried to fight his way free of them, felt himself struggling. There were low growls in his ears, a grunt as his knee connected with something. NO! Let him go! Just put him down! Sam's voice shouted and Dean felt himself laid back. He groaned and tried to make his eyes open. He needed to see what was happening, needed to protect Sam.
"That's it, Dean." Sam held his brother's shoulders, gave him a firm shake. He knew Dean was confused and didn't know what was happening. He needed to calm him. "Gotta open your eyes man." He watched Dean roll his head toward his voice and then finally a slit of green appeared. "Hey! Listen, you got zapped sort of and they're just trying to take you somewhere you can lay down, alright? Just stay calm." Sam waited until he got a weak nod. "I've got your back."
Sam stood and backed up a few steps beside the Doctor. This time when the Werewolves took Dean's arms to lift him he remained passive. His eyes were slitted open and stayed on Sam. "It's ok, Dean." Sam reassured him.
"Doesn't wake up nice, does he?" The Doctor said with a wry smile and Sam chuckled.
"Yeah, well trusting the monsters is kind of a new concept for us." He shot a wary glance at the 'god'. She was still hovering just down the ramp, eyes watching Sam still. They were surrounded by creatures now, wolves and leopards all of whom had reacted badly when Dean touched the shimmering woman.
"Now, let me do the talking here." The Doctor told him quietly as they followed the beasts carrying Dean between them. A door opened in the wall that had not been there before and they were flanked on all sides as they passed through. Inside was a spacious room with a wall completely open to the forest outside. They had walked higher than Sam thought. They were meters above the canopy of the forest here. Bright sunlight streamed in through drapes of sheer fabric and there were several long couches scattered about the room. Dean was laid out on of them by the Werewolves and Sam was instantly at his side as they stepped back.
The Doctor turned to look back at the door and the 'god' was there, easing into the room with Were's carefully staying out of her reach, each bowing their shaggy heads as she passed.
"It is forbidden to touch the Gods."
The Doctor turned back to the new Wereleopard that approached him. "Well to be fair she was the one trying to do the touching." He smiled. The leopard seemed not to appreciate his attempt at humor.
"You are visitors to our world. I am Shekir Grral. First Shekir of my people." He narrowed slit, golden pupils at the Time Lord. "Ignorance is not an excuse here. One does not lay hands on the Gods."
"Well, setting aside the question of what constitutes godhood, she tried to touch him first." He pointed at Sam. "His brother was only defending him and given the fact that he's currently flat on his back and shocked would seem to have been the right idea. You certainly can't hold us responsible if your pet deity got handsy."
The Shekir growled at him, a long low sound. 'The gods…are not pets! Show respect ape."
"For me this is respect." The Doctor grinned irreverently and heard an answering snort from Sam. "Also, not an Ape thank you. Those are the apes over there." He gestured toward the brothers.
"Sam?" Dean groaned and got his eyes open again. "Get my salt gun." He growled. "Bitch is goin' down."
"Easy, Dean." Sam smirked. "Guns are outside, remember? Besides, I don't think she meant it." He slid an arm under Dean's shoulders and slid him up against the back of the couch. "How's your arm?"
Dean scowled at his brother and then over at the ghostly looking 'god' before trying to move his left arm. It twitched but he still couldn't control it. "Startin' to get pins and needles. Why's she still staring at you?"
Sam had avoided looking back over at her and didn't now. "Not sure I want to know really. She creeps me out." He took Dean's left arm and started rubbing hard up and down from shoulder to wrist to help get the circulation going again. "We're in some kind of trouble though, I think."
"Think you're right." Dean took stock of the people…creatures in the room. Their body language all around was tense, except for the Doctor's. He just looked like he was having fun.
"Now. I'd like to get my friends back home so we'll just be on our way now the ape is awake." The Doctor made to step toward the brothers but the Shekir stepped in front of him.
"The God wants him." The leopard pointed to Sam. "She would see in his mind. It is her privilege."
"Excuse me? See into his mind? Privilege?" The Doctor waved an arm and shook his head. "Surely the boy has some say in the matter. He doesn't have to let her stomp around his brain if he doesn't want to."
"He will." The Shekir growled. "Or you will not leave until he does."
"Now just a minute." The Doctor protested but several wolves moved in around the men and he sighed.
"Gods do not wait." Grral told him and sure enough, the 'god' began to float across the room and toward the Winchesters. The Doctor dodged around one of the guards and put himself between the woman and Sam.
"Sam. Dean. I don't want you to panic." The Doctor turned and told them. "I'm not entirely sure what they want yet so don't escalate the situation." He nodded to the handful of large predators around them. "You'd lose." They both gave him tense nods and he turned back to the woman. "Now. You'll not lay a finger on the boy until I know exactly what it is you plan on doing. Trust me. You don't want to make me angry."
She looked at the Doctor, head tilting slowly to one side as her cold eyes narrowed. "What are you?" Her voice was soft, the words drawn out as though coming from a long distance.
"Excellent at interfering." The Doctor met her gaze steadily. "Also often underestimated. What do you want with him?"
She moved to see Sam around the Doctor and then looked back at him, calculating. "I wish to touch his mind. All those who step within the tower of the gods make offer of their thoughts to us. It is known."
"Well it sure as hell wasn't known to us." Dean growled and swung his legs off the couch, shaking the pins and needles from his arm beside Sam.
"Irrelevant." She breathed. "It is known. I will touch his thoughts." She seemed to consider for a moment. "He will not be…damaged. None are damaged by our touch."
"My ass." Dean snorted. "What do you call this?" He pointed at his arm. "You think it's not gonna damage him when you touch his freakin head? Aint happenin' lady."
"He makes a good point." The Doctor moved to block her view again. "The static discharge from your current form could injure him."
"That was…unintentional." She looked about to the other Were's as if seeking insight, unaccustomed to being questioned. "It will not happen when I touch him." She moved again, floating to the side of the Doctor. He shifted to step in front of her again and was grabbed from behind and held.
"Do not interfere." The Shekir put a powerful, clawed hand on his shoulder. "It will not take long."
Sam shot to his feet, his brother beside him and backed away. More of the wolves closed on them. It was a quick, dirty fight that ended with both men held securely in clawed hands. The Werewolves were actually very careful not to injure either of them despite three of their own now rolling on the floor in pain.
"Doctor?" Sam asked, fear lacing his voice as she closed on him, one arm outstretched.
"Sam just don't fight it." The Doctor warned, resigned and worried. "She's going to touch your thoughts. Let her. If you fight you'll just make it more unpleasant."
Dean lunged in his captor's grip. "Son of a bitch! Don't you touch him!" The claws tightened and a furred arm went round his neck to hold him more securely.
Sam shrank back from her hand, feeling static begin to raise the hair on his head. "No. Don't do this. Please." He really did not want some freaky alien ghost inside his mind. It was fractured he knew and after Lucifer and Death and the hallucinations he couldn't find any way to stay calm about having someone else rummaging around in there.
"Stay calm, Sam." The Doctor said firmly to him. "Don't panic and don't fight." The boys mind was a jumbled mess, that much the Doctor was aware of from his brief look. Sam's face now was a study of apprehension and, as the Doctor watched, his eyes shifted to his left as though seeing something that wasn't there.
Sam shoved his head as far back as he could against the large hand that tried to hold him still. He heard a low chuckle that made his stomach churn in terror and turned to look but there was nothing there. Her hand found his face, translucent fingers curved around his cheek, slid into his hair and the static charge built. It rolled his eyes back into his head and he felt his whole body stiffen as something slid into his thoughts. She was there, the image of her behind his eyes. She sifted through his surface thoughts, uninterested in the fear and confusion and she dug deeper, latching on to his memories. She pulled them out randomly, images from his time in the cage, sounds, smells. For a moment, his own screams remembered filled his mind then the memory of pain burned along his skin making him wish he could scream then but his body was not obeying him. He felt her curiosity at the memories and coupled with it was a sick sort of pleasure at the strength of the feelings she was evoking. She was feeding. He was certain of it. Like a leech she was siphoning his fear and pain into herself. She was feeling pleasure. It slid through him, an oily sensation that she was feeding on him and he screamed silently in protest. He wanted her out. Sam tried to push her out. He pulled every ounce of self he had and shoved it at her. He felt the connection break, felt her slide away from his mind as his body became his own again and he collapsed.
"Sammy!" Dean shouted as the god removed her hand from his brothers face and backed away. The look on her face was one he usually equated with a good time but Sam's was all he needed to know the pleasure had been all one sided. "You bastards let me go!" He wrenched his arms and they let him loose to stumble forward. He punched one of the wolves holding Sam and took his brother from their hands. "Get off him." The creatures' eyes widened, understanding the dangerous look in Dean's eyes and they backed away from him.
Sam was awake, just boneless. He could feel pins and needles beginning to run through him from head to toe and his head felt as though someone had scrambled eggs in it. He knew when Dean's arms came around him and pulled him back. He felt himself lowered to a soft surface and groaned when Dean pried one of his eyes open.
"You in there, little brother?" Dean peered at the sluggish hazel eye and got a nod in response. The Doctor knelt beside them. Dean glanced up and for a moment was sure he'd seen fury on his face before it smoothed into his customary genial smile. "What the hell is goin' on?"
"Nothing good. Sam?" The Doctor placed a hand on his shoulder and waited for exhausted eyes to meet his. He smiled. "You're going to be alright. You both will. I promise."
"I think we'd like to go the hell home now." Dean said fiercely.
"Feeding." Sam said suddenly and shivered. Dean sat him up and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"What was that, Sam?" The Doctor frowned.
"She was…feeding." Sam told them. "I was…food." He glared up at the 'god'. The Doctor turned a glare of his own at the Weres around them. He patted Sam's shoulder.
"Well this is just the sort of thing I can never leave alone. Creatures pretending to be gods and feeding on the less advanced." He stood. "That never ends well. Shekir Grral!" The Doctor called to the Leopard where he stood beside his god, staring up at her with a smile.
"The god is happy." Shekir Grral said softly.
"Not for long." The Doctor murmured, if he had anything to do with it. "I think it's about time you left us alone. My friends need to…recuperate and you've certainly gotten what you wanted." Inwardly he was furious. Psychic vampires were a particular pet peeve of his. He'd been victimized by more than his fair share in various forms through his life. He felt responsible for what had happened. He had brought them here, inadvertent though it was. He understood now why the TARDIS had chosen this place on this planet.
"We will leave you." The Shekir nodded his head slightly. "You may stay or leave as you wish. Welcome to the Tower of Gleddon."
The Doctor heard Dean mutter something uncomplimentary under his breath as Wereleopards and wolves filed from the room. The 'god' left last with a look at Sam before she floated to the door and out of sight.
"How are you feeling, Sam?" The Doctor asked, kneeling beside them again.
"Tired." Sam shrugged. "I'm fine." He said with his eyes on his brother.
"You don't look fine, kid." Dean shook his head. "You get any paler we'll be able to see through you." He was in a rage but years of practice helped him to shove it down, tuck it away until he needed it. Dean had every intention of finding a way to use it on something here before they left. He'd had enough of gods preying on them, on any planet.
"I want to see what's in the top of this tower." The Doctor told them, smiling when their eyes widening in incredulity. "I think we should see what's up there."
Sam looked into his eyes and then smiled slowly. He met Dean's eyes who looked ready to argue. "He's got the same idea you do, Dean. You want to go to the top of tower."
"Huh?" Dean looked between them.
"You wanna stop their gods." Sam said surely. "So does he."
"I do appreciate perceptive humans, I really do." The Doctor remarked with a grin, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Let's go see how much trouble we can cause. Come along Winchesters."
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To be continued…on a week long hiatus while I am out of town. Heading to upstate NY via, Cas help me, Greyhound to visit my Mom! New chapter will be posted on the 23rd. Kick it in the ass while I'm gone kids!