You will leave, one known as oncoming storm.
The doctor sniffed and rocked on his heels," "Naw, it doesn't mean I'll leave – I rather like the company of the Winchester boys at the moment."
"YOU WILL LEAVE!" The angel thundered in an unearthly tenor, "Or I'll snuff the lives of these measly humans and yours in the process."
The doctor gave a rich laugh, "Destroy, is that the only word in your dictionary – that's all you go on about, destroy, destroy, destroy, well you know WHAT! There'll be no destroying while I'm here! I like these boys and you won't touch a single hair on them or else I'll be very, very disappointed and you don't want to know what happens then! "The time lord's dark eyebrows were arched and he radiated warning from every pore.
Castiel grasped the handle of his sword and waited poised for the fight that was sure to come but the penny dropped on the doctor's subtle threat.
The angel gave a dissatisfied glare, "We want no trouble from you time lord." And varnished in the way that angels usually do, with out a single molecule being disturbed around him.
Jack was at the doctor's side crushing him in a big hug, "You still got it old man!" He was pushed away after a moment.
"Oh don't be cruel Doc!" Whined Jack.