What Dean rushed into was definitely not anything he would have expected from aliens. There were Jack and the Doctor, both holding out weapons- the Doctor his sonic screwdriver and Jack, whatever fancy looking futuristic gun he could find- and opposite them was the one person he really didn't want to see.
"Crowley was smirking, hans shoved idly in his pockets. What surprise him most was the person he was standing next to:
Another Doctor. And what was worse: he was wearing the same brown pinstripe suit and white converse as the other Doctor, hair spiked and swooped in the same way. Every feature, every piece of his DNA and appearance was identical.
"Aw, you son of a bitch!" Dean suddenly yelled, catching the King of Hell's attention.
"Oh! Hello Squirrel!" Crowley chirped, giving him a small wave, a sarcastic grin spreading on his face.
"Dean, you know this guy?" Jack asked, keeping his focus on the demonized alien standing inf font of them, eerily silent, unmoving,
"Unfortunately," Dean answered, rolling his eyes.
"Long time, no killing," Crowey greeted, "how's the brother?" Dean growled at the demon.
"I don't know," he answered reluctantly. Crowley shrugged.
"Really? What a shame," Crowley pouted, "you're usually very good with your brother."
"Don't say another word about my brother, you disgusting fuck!" Dean shouted. the Docor widened his eyes in shock, a frown plastered on his face.
"Oi!" he shouted, "cut it with the foul mouth!"
"Yeah, Dean," Crowley teased, "didn't your mother ever teach you any manners?" With a cry of rage, Dean jumped at the demon, Angel Blade raised, aiming for Crowley's chest. Before he could rive it home, however, Crowley grabbed him by the face, squeezing so his mouth looked like a fish's, his other hand holding the hunter's wrist so tight Dean thought it was going to break.
"Oh wait," Crowley chuckled, "I killed her."
"You bastard!" Dean spit at him, making Crowley flinch when the saliva hit his cheek.
"Doctor!" Jack cried, "are you gonna do something?"
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" the Doctor shot back.
"Well think faster!" Jack pressured, sweat beading on his face. Crowley rolled his eyes- humans were so annoying to deal with, he didn't even know why he bothered.
"Where's the blond?" Crowley asked, "and I'm talking about a certain one. I didn't just was up with a craving, you know?"
"Don't talk about Rose that way!" Jack demanded, putting his finger on the trigger of his gun. Dean shook his head. That wasn't going to work, it would do absolutely nothing!
"Jack, no!" Dean pleaded, "don't do it!" Jack scoffed.
"And keep this guy alive? I don't think so!" Jack shouted, focusing the shot.
"It would be wise to listen to him, Jack," Crowley hinted, pushing the hunter roughly to the floor. The Angel Blade fell from his hand, skittering a few feet away, stopping at the Doctor's feet- the unpossessed one, thank the lord.
"And that?" the Doctor waved his screwdriver at the possessed version of him, "what is that? Some sort of Cyberman?" Crowley raised an eyebrow- he honestly had no idea what a Cyberman was.
"Cyberman?" he asked in confusion.
"Yeah, the robot that deletes your soul-" the Doctor said, yelping when Jack stomped on his foot.
"Doc!" he scolded, "do you really think it's wise to tell him that?" The Doctor shrugged- he really and to stop giving strangers explanations for things, really. The Doctor shook his head then, much to everyone else's confusion.
"Doctor," Crowley said, "let me ask you something." Dean shook his head.
"Don't tell this bitch anything!" he ordered.
"How come you didn't die?" Crowley asked, ignoring the hunter as he lay on the floor.
"Um…." the Doctor trailed off, averting his eyes so he was looking anywhere except the demon's face.. A Time-Lord- even a dead one- was a miracle in itself, so was it really wise to reveal this little tidbit to a demon?
"Tell me," Crowley said, each word clipped. Crowley had wanted to learn how to stay alive forever- essentially become immortal, really. And since the Doctor din't die the first time, he figured he was worth some weight in gold.
"What if I don't want to?" the Doctor said defiantly, going a bit red. Crowley sent daggers at him, placing a hand on the possessed alien's shoulder. At first, it looked as if his eyes are brown, just like the Doctor's, but in an instant, they became dark and cloudy- completely black.
"Then I'll let you kill yourself," he said simply. The Doctor and jack raised their weapons defensively, Jack shaking slightly.
"Before you set me on… me," the Doctor said uncertainly, "tell me- or rather, tell Dean."
"Tell the squirrel what?" Crowley said, bored of all the stalling.
"Where did you take his brother?" the Doctor asked, his voice barely audible. Den widened his eyes- Crowley was the reason his brother was suddenly missing?
"I had nothing to do with that!" Crowley sneered. The Doctor shook his head.
"No, no! You did!" he shot back, "do you know what a I am?"
"It doesn't matter where the moose is or what you are!" Crowley yelled, "all that matters is that I learn how to be immortal!" The Doctor gave him an annoyed look, almost bored as he slumped his shoulders.
"What is it with you humans and immortality?" he asked, clearly annoyed, "I mean, would it hurt to have the luxury of dying once in a while?"
"Don't play games with me," Crowley growled.
"I mean, seriously!" the Time Lord complained, "here we are creating a time paradox as we speak and you expect me to die if I kill me!"
"Time paradox? What are you on about?!" Crowley spat.
"I am not supposed to meet myself!" the Time Lord roared, "because if I do that creates a paradox in time and thus all of the events leading up to this very moment will cease to exist!"
"It doesn't matter to me!" Crowley shot back, "I don't travel all of time and space, you nutter!"
"It should matter!" the Doctor was screeching by now, "it should! Because guess what, you bloody wanker? If the events leading up to now cease to exist in the paradox you do as well!" Crowley pushed the possessed alien forward, causing him to knock into the Doctor, who crashed to the floor. Despite his speech, it seems that Crowley- or himself- was intent on killing him for good. Before he could react, the demon sent a crack at his temple, rattling his sense temporarily. Blood seeped from a gash on his forehead, but it slowly turned into a pretty golden mist, pieces of light dancing within it.
"What…?" the demon said in astonishment as he watched the mist pour over the gash, sealing the wound until it looked as if he and never been injured at all.
"I told you," the Doctor said gruffly, "if we ever meet, the entire universe as you know it will cease to exist. Do you really want that?"
Ignoring him, the demon began punching and scratching and biting- anything it could to damage the alien's body, kill him once and for all. But with each attempt, amid all of the screaming and growls of rage and dies of pain and suffering, the mist prevailed, healing every wound, every scratch until he was completely clean, every mark erased like pencil on paper. As soon as he had finished fixing himself, the Doctor pushed the demon off him, pointing his sonic screwdriver at it, the familiar whirring sound echoing in the air.
"What are you doing?!" Crowley yelled at the demon as it watch din complete shock, the blue bulb light up at the end of the screwdriver. The Doctor clicked it shut, shoving it deep ingot eh pocket of his trench coat.
"Sonic screwdriver," the alien said, "temporarily freezes things for a while. So I won't be going anywhere for quite some time." As the doctor opened his mouth to say more to a sputtering Crowley, he heard footsteps in the hall, and Rose emerged from the doorway, flinging herself at the alien, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I told you to stay in the other room!" Dean complained as the two pulled apart.
"I heard screaming," Rose said, "I couldn't just stand there and do nothing!" Dean rolled his eyes.
"Never did have much luck with the women, did you Dean?" Crowley joked.
"Shut up, you bastard!" Dean shouted at him, then, "if the Doctor said you had anything to do wit my brother's disappearance, where is he?!" Crowley shrugged.
"Your guess is as good as mine, squirrel," Crowley answered, a sly grin on his face. Raising a hand, he snapped his stubby fingers and disappeared, leaving behind a demon possessed alien and a thin layer of black smoke.
