'So we know Crowley has red eyes, and you know what he looks like, right Cas?'
'I remember the face that he had, but he could have changed his vessel by now... The only way to tell would be to see his eyes.'
'Well, then we use Christo,' said Sam, 'that works.'
'Yes,' Cas confirmed, 'but not on him. He may be a demon, but he bends the rules.' The brothers sighed.
'Dammit...' Dean cursed. 'Well how are we gonna find the bastard now?'
'Well, we could ask around see if there's any hunter that could help us,' Sam suggested.
'Yeah, and then Crowley will pop up at our doorstep–' Dean couldn't finish his sentence, as a loud ring sounded throughout the bunker.
Someone was at the door.
In an instant, Dean was at the door, a loaded gun pressed against the flat of it, Sam and Cas standing out of sight, prepared to lunge at the unexpected visitor. Dean quietly eased the door open, tense, to reveal...
'Hello!'
Dean dropped the gun to the sight of a tall, seemingly British man sporting a tweed jacket, a fez, a red bow tie, and... A smile.
'Dean, is it?' Dean simply nodded.
'Hello, Dean, I was stopping by and I sensed you needed help with something... Well not sensed and I wasn't really stopping... You see my companion Clara–'
'Companion?'
'Eugh... Good friend, Clara was possessed by a Demon, and don't you worry, I got it out, but it said something about the Winchesters and 'The King of Hell' and that I should do something about it and...' The man was rambling, his hands flying in all sorts of directions, his words unbelievably fast. Dean look to Sam and Cas, still in the shadows listening to the conversation, and raised his eyebrows quizzically. Sam just shrugged, his confusion matching his brother's. He turned back to the man.
'And so now I'm here, and...' He paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. 'Oh, yes, and I can help you find what you're looking for!' He concluded his little introduction by putting his hands behind his back like a schoolboy standing in line, trying to be patient.
Dean stood there for a good long while, completely surprised, and dry out of things to say or, quite frankly, think. He watched as the man gained a look on his face, as if he had forgotten something. The sudden yell made all three of Cas, Sam, and Dean jump.
'OH!' The man suddenly shot out his hand. 'I'm the Doctor. Pleasure to meet you.' Dean looked at him suspiciously.
'Doctor Who?' The man simply grinned wider.
'A pleasure indeed.'
