Well, it's been awhile.

Does anybody want me to finish this story? I know it's been like 3-4 years, so I'm not sure if you guys still care about this one, but I still have an itch to write something. Think of this new chapter as a warm-up/welcome back chapter. Comment below if you want more. I feel like I can keep this going at least another 9-10 chapters if I wanted to. Just want to know if anybody wants that, or if the wait's been way too long for anyone to care. Lemme know below.

Now, I've kept you guys waiting long enough. Read on.

Rose, River, Dean and Sam had been driving along the road for quite some time. Dean driving this time, River in the passenger's seat, while Sam and Rose sat in the back. Sam nearly nodding off at this point, which is why he switched spots with Dean. Found himself so tired, he couldn't drive anymore. The highway is desolate, our heroes are knackered, and it remained dark out. Dean was still driving like a bat out of hell in the heat of the night.

"You can slow down now, Dean," River Song warned the eldest Winchester. "Doesn't look like anyone's followed after us."

"You never can be too sure," Dean shook his head.

"Outrunning them's no good if you crash into a...deer or something," Sam groggily blabbered. "And put your lights on, Dean."

"Dude, I'm telling you guys, I got this," Dean tried to reassure everyone.

"Yeah, and the cops will get us if they pull us over with a loaded pistol," Rose interjected. "Now bloody slow it down. And put your lights on, why don't ya?"

Dean groaned a heavy sigh, but he eased up on the brakes nonetheless. "I don't know how "loaded" a gun with one bullet can be, to be honest with you. To tell the truth, I'm starting to wonder just how helpful the damn thing can be if it only has one bullet."

"Oh Dean," River rustles as she examines the Colt in her hand before placing it back in her lap. "You know as well as I do that one bullet is all you need with this thing."

"One bullet is all we need when dealing with demons." Sam corrects. "We have no idea how many bullets we're going to need for an alien."

"Time Lord." River does the correcting this time. "Alien is a proper slur, and I won't stand for it. As for the bullets, I assure you, we only need one."

"You assure us, or taking a wild guess?" Sam asked.

"Call it a guess. Call it a hunch. Fact of the matter is that it's all we've got." River asserted.

"Speaking of hunches, how do you know for certain that this won't kill The Doctor?" Rose inquired.

"I don't." River grimly admitted. "In fact, I'm certain that the blow would kill The Doctor in the process, but I'm also certain that he will regenerate afterwards."

"And if he doesn't? What if this bullet doesn't kill the demon, hmm?" A concerned Rose interrogates. "What if this...this Colt only neutralizes the demon or something? Or he stays in the body, and The Doctor dies? Or worse, The Doctor doesn't even regenerate? Do you even know how many regenerations he has left?"

"Not many." River begrudged.

"Are you counting the time that he transferred his regeneration energy into his own hand? Because that counts." Rose reminded River with an aggressive ferocity. "That would mean he's got at least one life left. He did tell you about the hand thing, didn't he?"

River remained silent with a perplexed look on her face. Even with River's back turned to her in the car, Rose took note of River's confused expression from her reflection in the car mirror.

"Oh my God," Rose bemused. "He actually didn't tell you about that. I thought you were supposed to be his wife."

"I AM his wife!" River angrily bemoaned. "I suggest you watch your tongue, Mrs. Tyler. Don't wanna say anything we'd regret, love."

"Hey hey, hey you two! Cool out!" Dean piped up. "We got another couple hours before we get back to SHIELD, and there ain't no use in jaw jacking over some Prom King! Now can we all just-"

"Wait, Dean, hush!" River halted. Silence remained, apart from a faint ringing sound in the background. "Do any of you hear that?"

The ringing slowly got louder, and transitioned into a more familiar blaring. River's head monitored her surroundings. Eyes rapidly scanning the front of her, and her head shaking back and forth. She knew that sound, and so did Rose as she started to produce the same head movements.

"Oh my God, is that...?" Rose asked, but River interrupted before she could finish.

"Dean, turn your lights on!" River demanded.

Dean obliged, and as soon as he did, he slammed on the brakes as he noticed something appear out of nowhere in front of him. This wasn't a deer, or another car, but a big, blue box. A TARDIS slowly materialized down the road right in front of the Impala.

Within moments, a dark figure emerged from the TARDIS. Like a Devil underneath a fallen night, a shadow strutted out of the TARDIS, but as it caught the ultralight beam of the Impala's headlights, the figure proved itself to be The Doctor, sporting a smile that was damn near homicidal.

All four of the car passengers stared at what stood before them in awe. Not River though. Her eyes held only one expression: fear.

"Is that The Doctor?" Sam craved to know the answer.

"No. Well, yes." River struggled to answer out of a flabbergasted, frazzled befuddlement. "It's his body, it's his face, but believe me, that is not The Doctor. Not with that grin."

The Doctor continued to smile, now accompanied by a dastardly wave.

Rose slowly grew petrified. This is not how she imagined she would come face to face with The Doctor again after all this time. And she never would have imagined that any of The Doctor's faces would be capable of such an evil grin.

Now everyone in this car was quaking in their boots. No one knew what to do next. Except Dean. He was anxious, all of a sudden. At first glance of The Doctor, Dean immediately recalled the ruckus The Doctor caused during their first meeting against each other on that Dalek ship earlier. He still had a bone to pick with the guy over that. Plus, it didn't help that Dean had spent all this time hearing about all of the nasty things that this demon did inside of The Doctor's body. Regardless of if they're possessing a human or an alien, Dean remembered there was only one good kind of demon: a dead demon.

The Doctor's eyes suddenly turned black, and Dean's eyes practically turned to fire. A fiery anger.

"Screw this!" Dean roared as he slammed on the pedal, and the Impala was charging straight at The Doctor and his TARDIS.

In River's head, this was still The Doctor. It looked like him, sounded like him, and even possessed, she knew there was still a small part of The Doctor inside of that body fighting for control. She couldn't allow Dean to turn The Doctor into roadkill.

"No, stop, he's still in there!" River pleaded, suddenly grabbing the wheel and spinning it.

This caused the Impala to turn out of The Doctor's direction and crash onto the side of the road. The car flipped over four times and by time it hit the ground-landing on its hood-everyone in the car was passed out. The Doctor couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself.

As he swaggered his way to the wreckage, River Song tried her best to crawl out of the car. Like her unconscious three passengers, River was bloodied and battered, but she still had some fight in her. The Colt had managed to fall out of the car and into the road. She crawled, and crawled-slowly-to retrieve the pistol, but it proved no use.

Just as she was inches away-fingertips away-from grabbing The Colt, The Doctor stomped onto her hand.

"Ahhhhhhhh owwowww haaaa!" River cried out a bleeding scream. She looked up to see The Doctor-still sporting black eyes-gleefully snickering as he looked down at her nearly lifeless carcass in pity.

"I believe this belongs to me." The Doctor gloated, referring to the gun. "I believe this means...I win."

The Doctor kicked River in the head, knocking her out unconscious.