Chapter Seventeen
He was invited for tea.
Dean was in the middle of Purgatory, surrounded by monsters, with Cas missing, and he was invited for tea.
He said yes.
...
Rissa held out her hand. He took it, and she led him inside the big blue box. The words, Police (PUBLIC CALL) Box were written across the top.
Inside was amazing. It was bigger, huge, with different doors leading to what were probably different rooms. It was large, and purple, with flashing lights.
"Is this real?" Dean asked.
"Yes," Rissa said, laughing.
"Are you real?" Dean asked, turning to her.
"Of course," She said. "I've always been real, Dean."
"No, I mean…are you astral projecting?" He stumbled on trying to find the correct words.
She laughed. "No. I'm real this time. Real, and in person."
"Why, hello!" Came a voice. A very tall man, with a wide chin, wearing a bow tie, ran down the steps and hopped in front of him. "You must be Dean. It's nice to meet you?"
"What is this place," Dean asked, getting straight to business.
"This is the Tardis. Stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. Basically, it's a time travelling machine."
"And this is the Doctor, Dean. He's a time travelling alien from a different planet."
"What about you?" Dean asked her.
"I'm human," she said. "Don't worry, you can trust the Doctor thought. He protects the Earth. And, uh, just warning you," she said, lowering her voice down to a whisper, "he's a lot like Cas."
"Huh?" Dean asked.
Rissa smirked. "He's like an overgrown child."
"You're taking this quite well," said the Doctor.
"Well, uh, in my line of work," Dean started, "I discovered that there are different, uh, species that live on the Earth. Different species outside the Earth? Not that surprising."
"Good." There was a DING! from another room as a timer went off, and the Doctor scurried to the other room, ready to make the tea.
"Well, he seems….weird," Dean said, gazing down the hall after him, before turning back to Rissa, and saying what was really on his mind. "If this is a time traveling machine, then can we go back in time and stop my mother, my friends, my family, from dying?"
Rissa closed her eyes in sadness. "No. I'm sorry Dean. There are some things we can interfere with, and others we cannot. There are these things called fixed points. We can't interfere with them. Others might call them fate."
"And you're saying that, what, all of these deaths are fixed points?" Dean asked, feeling more pangs of sadness attack his chest.
"Yes," Rissa said sadly. "It's also, however, why we can't boost you out of Purgatory. When you get into Purgatory is a fixed point."
Dean understood what she was saying. They were leaving him here to die.
"However, when you get out of Purgatory is a fixed point as well," Rissa said smiling.
Dean looked up in surprise, and hope. "I get out?"
"I don't want to give away the surprise!" She said. "But yes, you do. Now, here." She handed him a silver machete. "You'll eventually lose this, so the next time you fight a vampire, steal their weapon and cut their head off with it. That will be your new weapon. That's also a fixed point. Also, you will meet this one vampire. Trust him. He will get you out of Purgatory. And he has a good heart."
Dean doubted it, but he'd have to see what would happen as it came to pass.
Dean wasn't a very patient man, however.