Chapter 3
"Bobby and I talk about you two a lot." Dean's heart sunk into his stomach. His eyebrow knitted together, trying to figure out what he was supposed to feel. Anger? Astonishment? Relief? His eyes darting back and forth, looking at the ground. Sam placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I wish there were more humans out there like Bobby, it would make Earth so much more fun." The Doctor's eyes caught Dean's for a moment. "He believes you two can change the world, you know."
"Sam already started the apocolypse, I think it's obvious we can change it, and how the hell do you know Bobby?!" Dean felt his blood starting to boil, considering it hasn't even been half a year since he was killed in cold blood, right in front of his adopted son's. "Bobby is - was family, so if I were you I'd choose my next words carefully, Doc'."
The Doctor rocked back and forth on his heels, red and worn out Converse, untied of course. He gave a half smile, knowing that in this timeline the Whinchester boys would never see one of the only person who cared for them with all of his heart, even before John had given his life for Dean. John wasn't a bad father, he just didn't have his priorities rights. Losing Mary was hard on all four of them but John became obsessed with finding the yellow-eyed demon, instead of spending time with his sons'. "The TARDIS can travel through space and time so I met Bobby long ago, when the two of you were still fighting over Leggos. Actually helped out a bit, or at least I think I helped...being -" Dean iterrupted the Doctor.
"So...if this thing can go through time, whatever it's called, can take us back in time?" Dean raised an eyebrow as though this is the first time he ever heard the Doctor. He grabbed Sam by the arm and pulled him aside, hopefully out of earshot of the Doctor.
"You know what we could do with that, Sammy?" His eyes gleamed like he had just wom the lottery "we could give this all up; never be hunters in the first place, you could still have Jess and I would be with Lisa and Ben...we could be normal for a change!" His voice was becoming louder with excitement.
"We don't know anything about this...machine, or much of who the man is that drives it. We've already gone through time enough times. It's not worth the danger." Sam tried to reason with his oh so stubborn brother.
'Quickly changing the subject as to avoid any sort of emotional turmoil within himself Dean looked at the Doctor and without hesitation "You sure as hell aren't riding shotgun Doctor." Dean opened driver side back seat door. "No questions." The Doctor lowered his head and looked inside. He saw the initials carved into side of the door and the plastic army man stuck in the handle. "And don't fuck with anything or you'll be walking back to your box, wherever it is." Doctor looked up at Dean and smiled.
"No worries, I can keep my hands to myself." He slid across the leather seat, running his fingers over the etched in initials of the brothers. Pulling himself forward, placing his head in between the two brothers, smirking. Dean rolled his eyes with annoyance while Sam looked at the Doctor with intrigue. "So, where we off to brothers?" Sam and Dean looked at each other as to silently ask each other if they should tell him what the case was. The Doctor raised his eyebrows and leaned back into his seat, understanding that they might not want to tell. "Ah...okay...the adventure is getting to to the destination, not the destination itself..." Doctor trailed off trying to ease the tension.
"Depends on what the destination holds." Sam answered, not looking up from the multitudes of newspapers he was reading, like he was studying for an exam. "Check this out." Sam held up the newspaper to Dean. Dean raised his eyebrows and smirked a little. "I thought that would brighten up your day." Dean's eyes scanned the article. "Heart ripped out, the whole deal." Sam summarized the article and case all in one.
"To Arizona we go, Sammy."