A whooshing sound filled the motel room in Texas. Loose papers swirled around the man and angel. Something materialized in front of them, causing even Cas to look confused.

"Son of a..." Dean drew his gun, and Cas his angel blade.

It was a blue police box, with frosted windows that gave off an eerie glow. Dean approached it slowly, gun leveled at the strange object. He jumped backwards a little when the door swung open.

"Well, this is it Clara. This is where the first distress signal came from." A British accent came from inside the box.

A man bounded out, looking around curiously. "Hmm, well maybe not the cleanest of places I've ever landed..."

A brunette girl followed behind him. "And as usual, Doctor, you seem to have missed the man with a gun pointed at us."

The man turned, spotting them for the first time.

"Oh, hello! I'm the Doctor." He said with a smile that turned to a frown. "I really don't like guns."

Dean stepped forward.

"Well, maybe I wouldn't have to have a gun if you didn't just land your box in the middle of our freaking motel room!"

The "doctor" glanced back at his box.

"Oh, yes, sorry about that. But I can assure you, I mean you no harm. In fact, we came here to help you."

He offered an encouraging smile.

Dean's gun wavered a bit. "You can help him?'

Cas took a step forward.

"I would not trust him. His soul is..." He trailed off, staring intensely at the goofy man I'm the bow tie and tweed jacket.

"Doctor?"

Clara's voice came from behind the stranger.

"Is he dead?"

The doctor spotted Sam on the floor and frowned, moving towards him. Dean brought his gun up, cocking it quickly.

"Don't touch him!'

The Doctor's face softened, looking at Dean.

"Like I said, I just want to help."

Dean lowered his gun tentatively, then nodded his okay. For some reason, he felt like he could trust this doctor. Both men watched the newcomers warily, Cas still not dropping his angel blade. The doctor sat by Sam's side, scanning him with a buzzing green device.

"Hey!" Dream said, taking a step forward."What is that?"

"It's my sonic screwdriver."

Came the response, as if it were the most average thing in the world. He turned back to what he was doing. He flipped open the device and appeared to be reading it. This is very…" he trailed off.

"Did he happen to be on the computer?"

Dean glanced at Cas, then nodded, gesturing to the computer still sitting open on the table. He turned it to get a look, then his brunette companion gasped.

"Doctor, that's..."

He reached for her hand reassuringly then turned towards Dean gravely.

"The good news is, he's still alive. The bad news is that he clicked it."

"Okay, that's it, who are you people?" Dean asked

"I'm the Doctor, here to help, and this is my companion, Clara." Clara gave a little wave hello. "And you are?"

"I'm Dean, this is Cas, and that's my brother, Sam. What are you?"

"Oh, I'm a timelord, but that doesn't matter right now. What matters right now is that I think I can save your brother. I was brought here for some reason, so, overlooking the whole gun thing, you want to come with me to help save your brother?"

Dean only hesitated for a little bit before nodding.

"Anything for Sammy."

Cas placed his hand on Dean's arm.

"Dean, I don't know that this is wise..." He warned.

What else am I supposed to do, Cas? You can stay here if you want, but I'm going to take my chances."

Cas sighed. "It is my duty to protect you, even if you make stupid decisions. I will come with you."

The Doctor grinned again, rubbing his hands together.

"Right, then into the TARDIS!"

Dean looked at him like he was crazy.

"What, that box? There is no way we will all fit in there, especially Bigfoot here."

The Doctor's smile grew.

"I always love this part. Why don't you take a look inside?" He snapped his fingers, making the door swing open. Dean took a tentative step inside, then stumbled back out a moment later.

"It's...'

"Bigger on the inside, I know. I love it when they say that."

Dean circled the box, feeling around it. He came back around, looking stunned, causing the Doctor and Clara to giggle.

"Now, the real question is how we will carry your brother in. I'll take the feet, you take the arms?" The Doctor was cut off by Cas grabbing the younger Winchester easily, carrying him like very large child being put to bed. It looked almost comical, the small trenchcoated man carrying the much larger one.

"That works too."

When they stepped inside, the TARDIS made a groaning sound. When Cas placed Sam on the Captain's chair, feet dangling off the edge, the sound grew louder.

"Looks like I'm not the only one she doesn't like." Commented Clara

"Hmmm…" mumbled the Doctor thoughtfully.

"All three of you are human, right?"

Dean glanced over at Cas. The Doctor brought out his sonic again and held it close to the angel. It sparked a little, and the Doctor snatched it backwards, patting it to make sure it was alright.

"And what are you?" He asked curiously.

Cas shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm an angel."

There was an extremely awkward silence, the only sound the angry objections of the TARDIS.

"You don't look like an angel." Accused Clara.

"This is merely my vessel. My true form would kill you if you were to see it."

The Doctor's eyes darkened.

"You mean you are inhabiting another life form? I don't like that at all."

Dean rushed to his friend's defence.

"Hey, we met Jimmy. He was okay with it. Cas can't go into anyone unless they say yes."

The Doctor nodded, letting it go, for now.

"So what exactly is wrong with Sammy?" Dean asked, anxious from the sight of his brother laying so limp.

The Doctor straightened his bowtie.

"I'll explain later. We have to make a stop first."

"To where?"

"Beacon Hills, California."

The Doctor pulled a lever, making everyone grab a railing to stay standing, except Cas, who stood still next to Dean, not affected by the gravity shifting. Dean looked a little pale.

"I hate flying."