"What if we go in, guns blazing, then I shoot the bastard right in the head?" Dean growled.
"If you want to die, we could do that. We would all be dead." Sherlock scoffed and received a growl from Dean.
"What's your amazing plan then, Mister-Consulting-Know-it-All?"
"Not immediate death, that's for sure" Jack added.
"We need to focus on getting our loved ones back, not arguing." The Doctor stated, running a hand through his hair. "We will find a way to stop him. Dean, I know you want to kill him, but I don't think that will work." He sighed.
"Why not, Time Lord?" Dean spat.
"I don't know Dean," he said sarcastically, "maybe because I've burned his body and he still came back?" The Doctor slammed his fist on the console.
Dean shot a look at the Doctor but didn't question him. He glared and left saying, "Find the bastard so I can kill him." Sherlock rolls his eyes and follows the hunter.
As soon as they were gone, the Doctor shrunk to the floor. He placed his head in his hands and sighed. "I don't know what to do Jack, I just don't. I have no idea where to look, I have no idea how to get them back, I have no idea."
Jack sat next to him and placed an arm around his shoulder. "Where's the least likely place to be?"
"I don't know, maybe the empty spot in the Constellation of Kasterborous where Gallifrey used to be? Why he would be there is beyond me, if he were there."
Jack stared at the Doctor. "Well, we don't know where he is so why don't we rule out the impossible?"
"Its a pointless trip." The Doctor sighed, "He won't be there, its too obvious."
Jack frowned in response.
The Doctor gasped and balled up his hands. "You knew. Tell me where he is!" Jack backed away to give the Doctor space as he slammed his fist down on the console. "You brought us there on purpose. You knew this would happen, you always know! Take me to where he is!" The TARDIS shot sparks at him. "Tell me where he is!" He slammed his fist down after every word only to receive more sparks and smoke. When he looked up Jack was gone. He fell to the floor and started crying. He had to find Rose, even if he had to tear the universe apart.
Dean rolled over to look at his alarm clock. Why even bother with one, he thought, the Doctor wakes us up for anything no matter what time it is. He shoved the clock off the nightstand and rolled back the other direction. His room shook as if the Doctor had decided on a place to land. He got up and headed to the console room once the sharking had stopped.
He was sure his hand was shattered, and that there would be no way to fix it. He could barely bend his arms. Any attempt to try to shift his hand into a less painful position was rewarded with a searing pain. John grunted, Somehow, I've got to get out. He hoped the other captives were okay and remembered that him and Castiel didn't see Sam in any cells they passed by. He's been around Dean long enough to know that he will rip the universe apart for his friends, and the Doctor would help him.
"Thinking of another escape plan?" The Master asked from the hall. John growled as he opened the door. "Go ahead and try to escape again. I'd love to ruin your friend's lives even more." He chuckled.
"What did you do?" He asked through his teeth, rage building.
"Oh nothing," he smirked and pulled a blood stained knife out of his pocket. "I've only slowly killed one of you." He twirled the knife between his fingers. "Please do escape again. I have a thirst for blood." He laughed and left the cell.
John was stunned. He didn't even react. He watched as the Master skipped out, not even closing the cell door. He knew he couldn't escape his chains, not without the help of Castiel. With the state his friend is in, he wasn't sure he was still alive.
She heard the pounding of footsteps then a loud slam of a door. "Doctor?" She whispered.
Moments later the Master runs by her cell, footsteps growing louder and softer as he passes. His footsteps are heard becoming louder as he moves towards her cell again. He catches himself on the edge of the door and laughs. "Oh, how I hate to end our time short." He smirked. "I have to go deal with your Doctor. Ta!" He waved and ran off again.
"Where are we?" Dean asked.
"I took up Jack's suggestion." The Doctor forced the words through his teeth. The monitors start making rapid beeping noises. The Doctor runs and quickly studies them. He lets out a breath he felt like he's been holding since Rose was taken. He clears his throat and looks to the others. "He's here. We need to create a plan so no one else dies."
"What if we throw him into space?" Jack thought.
"How would we capture him then? We could do that with a way to get him to throw him out." Sherlock responded.
"I don't care what we do or how we do it. I am getting Castiel back and I will kill that sick bastard for killing my brother."
"Dean we have to have a plan. I don't want to lose anyone else." The Doctor replied.
"I don't care about the plan, Doctor, let me on that damned ship." Dean demanded.