The Doctor left in a hurry upstairs, obviously spooked and panicked. John and Sam rejoined Dean after the timelord dashed upstairs.
"What happened?" Sam asked before Dean shrugged.
"Not sure, but it has to do with something with my shoulder," Dean replied as Sam's eyes widened, shocked. "Anyway, anything unusual?"
"Not really. There's no sulfur or any other sign that a demon was here. It could be a ghost possession, but I doubt it. Ghosts can't read minds. To be honest, I have no idea of what we're dealing with," Sam answered as John shook his head and left for the kitchen. Sam glanced at Dean's arm and sighed. "How did the Doctor know about that?"
"I told him about Hell," Dean retorted as he hated being bombarded with questions.
"Does he know about Cas?" Sam whispered as Dean shrugged.
"I don't know about Cas, but he seems to know about the angels on our tails. And he seems to be scared of them," Dean replied before Sam shook his head.
"He has a right to be. If he knows about them, he probably knows about their powers," Sam rationalized. Dean, however, shook his head.
"It's deeper than that. I've seen the Doctor afraid of powerful beings, but this was terror and worry," Dean argued, looking out the window. "If I didn't know any better, I would think that's he already met one."
"Why would the angels be interested in the Doctor?" Sam asked, wondering exactly who the Doctor was. Dean shrugged again, not having an answer.
"I don't know, but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," Dean mumbled before picking up his bag and heading into the kitchen. John was standing there, making tea. He looked worried and uncertain before he saw the Winchesters come in. "Is there a decent motel around?"
"No, I don't think so, but there's a hotel a few minutes away," John answered, writing down an address and a map to find the Americana Hotel. Dean glanced up from the paper and smiled.
"Thank you," he whispered as John looked down.
"The least I could do," he mumbled, returning to his tea. Sam led Dean away before they went to go find the Doctor to tell him that they were leaving and where he would be able to find them.
"Doc?" Dean asked as he knocked on a door.
"Dean," a deep voice whispered from behind. Sam and Dean both whipped around to see Castiel standing behind them.
"Cas! You have to stop doing that!" Dean pleaded, holding his chest.
"Do you know that man?" Castiel asked as he pointed to the door, where the Doctor was.
"Yeah. So?" Dean answered defensively. Cas glanced at Sam before returning his gaze on Dean.
"This man is dangerous," Cas informed as Dean grew concerned.
"How so?" He demanded.
"You think you know this man, but you don't. Has he told you where he's from?" Cas asked quietly before Dean shook his head. "You may want to ask him that. He is deceptive and dangerous. Many call him the Oncoming Storm."
"Do you know where's from?" Sam spoke up.
"Yes, I do. I think you'll find it more interesting if you hear it from him," Cas replied, turning to Sam. Dean took a deep breath.
"I've worked with him before, Cas. He's a good man. A little insane and clumsy, but he's good. He isn't dangerous. Well, at least, not to us. He saved my life," Dean informed. Castiel shrugged and sighed.
"I know, Dean. He may be good, but death follows him around like a lost puppy. He careful in your dealings with him," Cas warned before vanishing. The brothers exhaled before knocking on the door again. When an answer didn't come, they slowly opened the door to see the Doctor sitting on the bed with his hands folded out in front of him. He looked distressed.
"Doctor?" Sam whispered as he glanced up.
"Hello Sam, Dean," he muttered.
"What's wrong?" Sam implored.
"You're angel decided to give me a visit. I'll send you boys home tomorrow," the Doctor replied, rubbing his face.
"We just got here," Dean hissed, not wanting to get on another plane. The Doctor shook his head.
"This was a mistake. I shouldn't have asked you to come here," the Doctor answered.
"What did Cas tell you?" Dean whispered before the Doctor sat up.
"To stay away from you boys. He's right, you know. Death follows me wherever I go," the Doctor replied as Dean raised his eyebrows. "I never told you where I was from, did I?"
"Well, no-" Dean started.
"I'm not from this world," the Doctor began, intriguing the brothers. "Not even from this universe. When I met you Dean, I was searching for a friend. Cracks formed between another universe and mine and she slipped through. There are thousands of different universes. In my universe, I'm not even human."
"I knew that. You're a timelord or something," Dean recalled as the Doctor nodded.
"I'm from a planet called Gallifrey. It's gone now, though. I'm also over nine hundred years old," the Doctor clarified, making Sam laugh. The Doctor glared before Sam cleared his throat. "Your angel told me to tell you this."
"Okay, he's not my angel," Dean informed. "And secondly, did you think that this would make us change our minds about helping you?"
"Castiel seemed to think so. I'm not human, Dean. Technically, you could hunt me down and no one would care. Well, a few people maybe, but it would just be another hunt for you," the Doctor continued, causing Dean to shake his head.
"Doc, I would never hunt you down. You've never hurt anyone on purpose. I'm no better than you. Sure, death follows you, but it follows Sam and I, too," Dean replied. Sam nodded, thinking that they did have that common trait. "How do you know about the angels, anyway?"
"I met them a little while ago. Briefly, but I won't forget it. I met them just after I lost my friend. I grew dark and depressed. When I started to find little cracks in the universe on earth, they stopped me. They thought that I was going to destroy the planet just to get to her. The archangel Michael explained what I was soon and was sent to stop me, by any means. However, he saw something in me and told me where I could find enough energy to find her. Of course, it was only a projection if me for a few seconds, but it was enough to say goodbye," the Doctor answered, confusing Dean.
"Then why are you so afraid of them?"
"They stopped me, Dean, and it wasn't through a nice conversation. I was angry and I took it out on the angel. Of course, he didn't like my attitude and we went a few rounds. A few seconds longer, and I would have had to regenerate earlier than I did. It was when I was spitting blood on the ground when he saw what I was inside," the Doctor replied, rubbing his forehead. "And just before he left, he said that we might meet again, by extraordinary circumstances and when I was no longer who I was. When you showed up with an angel, I knew that Michael was right."
"I see..." Dean whispered before the Doctor stood up. "Did he give you any details of the reunion?"
"Not really. They seem to love riddles," the Doctor laughed, stressing out.
"Tell me about it," Dean mumbled.
"Although, his tone seemed ominous. It almost seemed like he was telling me that I would regret it if we met again," the Doctor added, giving Sam an idea.
"I wonder if the angels can cross dimensions. Where it's the same Michael talking," Sam thought aloud.
"What are talking about?" Dean implored.
"If there are parallel dimensions, that means that there are parallel people, but maybe that doesn't apply to the angels. Maybe that they can cross dimensions," Sam explained, making some sense.
"That may be why that some of them don't care that the world could burn," Dean continued, losing the Doctor.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but-" the Doctor muttered as he started to leave.
"We started the apocalypse, Doctor," Sam informed, bringing the timelord up to speed. The Doctor stopped before turning to face them again.
"Excuse me?" he whispered, surprised and angry.
"I killed Lilith. Lucifer walks the earth," Sam clarified, hanging his head. The Doctor glanced between them before turning to Dean.
"I really expected more from you two. Why did the angels get you out of Hell, Dean?" the Doctor asked, catching Dean off guard.
"How did you know that it was the angels?" Dean asked, remembering his thought earlier.
"I'm not stupid. They are the most powerful creatures ever created! Only an angel can lift you out of Hell and bring you back to life. Tell me why they did it," the Doctor replied, growing angrier.
"Because I'm Michael's vessel. That's why. That and I broke the first seal. I'm a bit of a liability," Dean smiled, turning it into a joke.
"Is that why Castiel is following you?"
"No! Well, kind of, but not for what you think. He doesn't want me to say yes to Michael, so he's helping!" Dean snapped before the Doctor looked up at Sam.
"What's your story? I doubt you have nothing to do with this," the timelord whispered impatiently.
"I'm Lucifer's vessel," Sam muttered as the Doctor nodded.
"Then I'm conversing with the apocalypse's golden boys. Fantastic," the Doctor growled before smacking each of them on the side of the head. "A head's up would have been nice! So the world is going to burn? When?"
"We don't know," Sam informed softly.
"Lovely. Let's make a deal, then. Shall we? If you help me with my Sherlock problem, then we'll help with your End-of-the-World problem. Sound fair?" the Doctor questioned, sounding like they didn't have much of a choice. When they both nodded, the Doctor smiled. "Brilliant. However, you can't tell Amy, Rory, or John about the apocalypse. Or Sherlock, since we're not sure what's going on with him. If Cas does show up again, you can tell them he's an angel. I don't know if any of them will believe you, but there you go."
"Why are you helping us?" Sam inquired.
"I like you boys and I don't want the earth to go down. I've saved it enough times in my universe, I feel obliged to," the Doctor muttered, clapping the boys' shoulders. Sam gave Dean a wary glance, but nodded. "Let's go save the world."
