The Doctor and Rose ran practically the entire way back to the TARDIS, and they made it back in about ten minutes.

'So much for a vacation,' Rose thought to herself. It wasn't The Doctor's fault, of course, but she was still a bit disappointed.

The Doctor started pushing buttons and looking at a screen. He was muttering things to himself, so low that Rose couldn't hear what he was saying, but he sounded annoyed. Maybe he, too was upset that they couldn't finish their vacation.

The Doctor looked at Rose. He could tell she was a bit upset at the situation. He looked back at his screen.

"I don't plan these things, you know. Well, not all the time. Not usually. And I did not plan this." He looked at her. "You know that, right?" Rose nodded.

"Alright. That's settled."

"What are you doing, Doctor? Rose asked.

"I am trying to find them. If I can lock onto a good signal, the TARDIS will take us right to them. Aha! An Angel reading. Alright, baby, bring us to 'em!"

The TARDIS started making it's woosh noise, and they were moving. Then they stopped.

The Doctor went to take a look outside.

"A motel? Why a motel? Of all places, why a cheap motel? They don't fit in with the scenery, so they wouldn't go unnoticed, so why?"

The Doctor hurried back inside the TARDIS.

"I'm putting the signal from the TARDIS into my screwdriver. It will lead us right to 'em." He was quiet for a second.

"Right! Here we go, Rose. Come on."

Rose followed The Doctor. "Why would they be here, Doctor? Why not a church or somewhere where they fit into the scenery?"

"I'm not sure," The Doctor admitted. He was a bit worried that this could turn very, very bad, very, very quick. "But it says they are in room 219A…"

They kept walking, trying to find the room where the Angels were hiding.

"Here it is," Rose said. The Doctor walked up to the door and pointed his sonic screwdriver at it, unlocking the door. They heard movement inside.

The Doctor opened the door. He was surprised, although confused, to find three men inside the room. Two of them were right in front of him, pointing hand guns at his face. The other stood at the back.

"Okay, then. Wrong room, sorry," The Doctor said, trying to play it off. He hit his screwdriver against his palm. "Connection must be wonky," he said, looking at Rose, who looked terrified.

"Who the Hell are you?" Dean demanded.

"Well, I'm The Doctor and this is Rose Tyler. We come in peace, promise. We are looking for specific creatures, and the screwdriver says they're here. Mind if we have a look-around?"

Sam and Dean moved together to block The Doctor's path into their motel room. "Hell, no. You're not going anywhere until we know what's going on," Dean said. "Sit down." He pointed his gun towards a chair. "You, too, sweet heart. Sit."

They both did as they were told. Sam checked them for weapons.

"They're clean, Dean," he said. "No weapons. Just…this." He held up the sonic screwdriver. Dean took it from Sam, looking at The Doctor suspiciously.

"What the fuck is this thing?" Dean asked, looking at Cas. Cas looked it over. It started going crazy. Both their eyes widened in surprise.

"It's a sonic screwdriver," The Doctor explained. "The signal on it is looking for a creature that appears to be in this room. I need to find it, we are all in danger."

Dean looked at Sam as if to say 'Should we believe this guy?' Sam seemed to understand, and shrugged his shoulders.

"What is this thing you're looking for?" Sam asked.

"They're called the Weeping Angels. They are a very ancient race of alien, and they are very, very dangerous. And it appears that they are within the vicinity.

"Angels don't weep. We don't feel emotions," Cas said matter-of-factly.

The Doctor looked confused. "Sorry?"

"Angels don't feel emotions. We are unable to. We aren't human, and emotion is an entirely human trait. Therefore, no emotion."

"Oh, that's brilliant!" The Doctor exclaimed with a huge smile on his face. He stood and took his screwdriver from Dean and began to scan Cas with it. "I picked up on the wrong kind of angel. They're not here. Well, they're here. Just not here, here." The Doctor smiled. "Alright, come on, Rose. Back to the TARDIS."

Sam and Dean hurried to block the door, guns pointed again.

"No. You're not leaving until you tell us what the fuck's going on." Dean said.

"What are you hunting?" Sam asked, eyes squinted.

"I've already said. They are called the Weeping Angels."

"I already told you, angels don't weep," Cas chimed in.

"Shut up, Cas," Sam and Dean said together. Cas stayed quiet.

"What do they look like?" Dean asked harshly.

"Well, no one can see them move. When someone lays eyes on one, they immediately turn to stone. As soon as you take your eyes off it, though, it moves. And once you've seen it, there's no escaping it."

"We know where they are," Sam said. "We saw one today."