Chapter 5

They both shrugged and headed up to their room. As the door closed behind them and the duffel bags fell to the floor, they heard that same familiar noise. Before Dean could even sit on the bed, the TARDIS faded into view, opened, and with a glowing light behind him, out stepped the Doctor, like a scene out of a movie, almost unreal, looking like an unsung hero. "What the hell, man?!" Dean tried not to scream too loud because it would be pretty hard to explain how an old English telephone booth. His eyebrows raised, his eyes exclaiming even more frustration than his voice could.

"Well, I couldn't just leave her out there, I'm sure you know the feeling Dean." He flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes. "Hrm, not very comfy if you ask me." He opened his eyes, only to see Sam prodding around, then trying to open the door. "Won't open for just anyone, she's particular like that." It was almost like a question mark appeared over Sam's head. Doctor sat up, across from Dean, adjusting his tie. Looking over at Sam admiring something he didn't quite understand.

"What does...uhh...she...do?"

"She's my TARDIS. Time travel and things of that nature." Doctor was so casual about it that he might as well have been explaining basic math to a college graduate. Sam felt slightly insulted, like he was being talked down to rather than spoken to. Sam hasn't had that feeling in, years. Hell, he was almost a law graduate until dad didn't come back from that hunting trip. "Tardis?"

"Time And Relitive Deminsions In Space. T.A.R.D.I.S."

"So...time travel...like Star Trek?

Doctor's eyes widened. "Oh no, no, no, waaaaaaaaay cooler than Star Trek!" He boasted, leaping to his feet. "Gene Roddenberry wished he could have written anything close to what she is!" Dean's head tilted like a confused dog. It was obvious he wasn't exactly interested in Sci-Fi related entertainment.

Like a nervous, yet excited child Sam couldn't hold back asking any longer. "Can I see the inside?"

Before a reply could be given, "No, Sam. Don't you remember being taught not to get into cars with strangers? This is just a square, blue, time traveling car!" He stood between Sam and Doctor.

"You can't honestly say you're not the least bit curious about this...who knows if we'll ever get this chance again." Sam gave a true and honest retort. He gave Dean a stern look as if to say 'I'm going with or without you'. "I think the world will be fine without us for a few hours."

Dean gave it a real thought and picked up his phone. "Let me make a call first." Sam nodded, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Doctor nudged Dean in the side, with a smile of 'you know you wanna' go.' Dean dialed a number and paced as it rang. "Hey Jo, it's uh, going to take Sam and I a little bit longer to get to Arizona. Just...uh...wanted you to know." He was nodding to whatever she was saying. "I-Jo, I know you can handle it on your own but Ellen would kill me if you solo'ed this one." He began nodding again. "Jo hunny, please just wait a few hours..." Sam was guessing Jo wasn't taking no for an answer. "All right, just wait at AZ Piness at least." The phone call ended and he slipped the phone into his back pocket and picked up a pistol out of the bag. "Let's go." He brushed pass Sam like he was going before him to see if it was dangerous.

Doctor snapped his fingers and the doors opened, there was a bright yellow glow that made his eyes squint and gave Doctor a glow that gave him a messiah pose. Dean walked into the center, looking around, giving it a 'not bad' look, turning his head to look at Sam. "Is it what you expected?" Sam came closer to the center, running his hands over all of the gadgets and buttons. "Be careful. I might have to kill Hitler again." Doctor had a wide eyed look. "Long story...body switching, cursed objects, the usual."

"Where do you wanna' go? Anywhere in time and space, worlds, planets, and types people you've never seen!" The excitement increased with each word, like he was about to make a sales pitch. Sitting on the only chair to be seen, at the control pannel with all sorts of buttons, switches, levers, and screens. "Past? Present? Maybe even the future?"

"You said 'types of people', what's that mean?" Sam looked up from all the buttons.

"Do you like cats?"