"Cas! C'mon man, we've talked about personal space" Dean was standing in the bathroom and thank God, he was only brushing his teeth. It could have gotten super awkward,
"I.. Sorry Dean, I thought I heard something." And with nothing more than a small rushing sound the Angel was gone.
"Sam, honestly, is that Goddamn Angel ever going to respond to things normally."
"Beats me Dean, the guy's a weirdo. I mean a really helpful weirdo but still a weirdo." Dean just continued brushing his teeth.
"Alright Sammy, let's get back to the case. What even was the damn son of a bitch again?" They'd been on the road for a week, with no signs of anything even remotely demonic or supernatural related. It probably should have been relaxing, but they knew better than to think that. Dean turned around and walked straight into Castiel, who was accompanied by a strange man who looked sort of like one of those Easter Island statues and another who looked like he was trying to get into some weird kinky role play.
"Cas, what even…?" Dean trailed off, wishing that for once Cas could bring them hot chicks to protect or something.
"Sorry Dean, I just need you to help these guys adjust to er, 'normal' living. Perhaps purchase them some clothes and other such things." Dean blinked and Castiel was gone again.
"Angel out." He muttered sarcastically. He turned around to survey the newcomers and was immediately accosted by the funny looking one with a bow tie. The strange man was sort of… kneading Dean's face.
"Uh, hey, creepy touchy feeling guy? Could you maybe not with my face, please?"
"Oh, right, yes well. I'm the Doctor and this here is Loki. We're just, ah, visiting for a bit um, yes. Visiting. Um, where and when are we exactly?" Dean could only stare goggle eyed before he turned to Sam, who simply shrugged and went back to his laptop.
"Uh, okay. It's uh 2012 and we're in Dodge City, in America. Land of the free." The stranger, Doctor, simply scoffed and began examining the room, pointing some sort of weird probe around and checking it every now and again. Dean turned to this 'Loki' guy.
"So, uh, care to explain anything?" The Loki feller sort of turned towards Dean and gave him an odd look.
"I am Loki, God of mischief and that man is the Doctor, a Timelord I suppose you might call it. We sort of came here with Castiel because well, I'm actually not entirely sure really." Dean had to fight a massive urge to roll his eyes. Right, a Timelord and a God. Fan freaking tastic. This was going to go so well. Clothes. That would probably help considering what they were wearing. Come on, a cape on the Loki dude and the other one had a bow tie and a fez, honestly. Where do you even get that sort of thing from?
"Sammy, c'mon we have to take these… guys to get some clothes and I am not going alone."
They all managed to return safely in less than two hours, although it had taken a lot to get the Doctor into the Impala and Loki had called Dean's baby a 'demon metal contraption'. Dean thought that was possibly harsh. Baby was a beauty, his beauty.
Shopping was excruciating. The Doctor had insisted he dressed fine and would only concede to remove the fez. Loki wanted to buy a legitimate three piece suit, along with a green tie. Dean had managed to get him into some black jeans, a deep green sweater and some converses. Honestly, the man was a complete diva.
Sam was actually mighty concerned about their 'house guests'. They looked like complete nutters. Also that Doctor dude had gone on and on about his Turdiff or something and when they had finally asked him about he showed them a blue telephone box outside their motel room. A blue telephone box, honestly. And that Loki dude? A God, really?
Without much ado, they had all managed to be pulled outside by the Doctor, who was raging on about his bloody telephone box. Dean was paying no attention and had moved on to cleaning the Impala. Sam was actually scrutinising Loki when it happened, but whipped around when he heard Dean scream like a girl. He was full set to make fun of him when he saw why.
Where Dean had been washing the Impala, now sat a very wet and rather naked young lady. Dean looked like he was going to choke, and the Doctor looked sort of… impressed.
"Dude, that's a naked chick!" Dean whispered, poking Sam in the ribs and grinning like a mad man.
"Dean, shut up. Don't you think you should be more concerned about why the Impala is gone and why this lady is here?" Dean sort of just shrugged. Animal.
Said lady was now standing up and stretching, with even Dean having the decency to look away. He couldn't look away for long before she grabbed him by the coat and sort of just crushed her mouth to his. And then slapped him in the face.
"That," she said "Is for the wash. And the slap was for carving you all's initials into my back you ass!" This lady sure was interesting, and Sam could clearly see his and Dean's initials on her lower back. Sam began to look a bit more closely at here, trying not to look like he was perving. She had pale skin and sort of purple/black long wavy hair. Still naked though.
Dean, not exactly sure what to do with himself, took off his jacket and led everyone inside. Sam saw Loki give an ominous smirk as he walked past him. He didn't have time to register this before Dean punched him really hard in the ribs and yelled triumphantly.
"SAMMY, she is a lady Impala!"
