A/N: Do you remember when I actually hit my Tuesday deadlines? Those were the days... ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Supernatural or any of the related rights. I also don't own David Bowie songs, The West Wing, or Jurassic Park. Or anything else I mention for cheap pop culturing or adorable Winchester/Doctor bonding.

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The best thing about staying at Bobby's was the never-ending amount of food.

Popcorn and candy and burgers and all the movies Dean hated to watch but Sam loved (and Bobby tolerated). That was a good day.

And Bobby would always tease them about eating him out of house and home, about being parasites that he couldn't get rid of, but they all knew it was just that—teasing. Sam was pretty sure that Bobby had a cupboard full of Winchester food for when they came over.

They were part of the way through an episode of The West Wing, which Sam had never seen but thought might be interesting when he read the description. (He'd taken more than a few constitutional law classes when he was still a student.) And then Bobby sat up a little straighter, and Sam recognized the look. He paused the show, and silence fell over the house.

This is Major Tom to ground control

I'm stepping through the door.

And I'm floating in a most peculiar way

And the stars look very different today.

Sam grinned. He recognized the sound of the Impala approaching, its radio cranked up. And he could also hear three distinct voices singing at the top of their lungs.

For here am I sitting in a tin can

Far above the world

Planet Earth is blue

And there's nothing I can do.

He and Bobby turned off the TV and grinned at each other. "'Bout time," Bobby said gruffly, which was about as close as "I was getting worried" that they would ever get out of the seasoned hunter.

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles

I'm feeling very still

And I think my spaceship knows which way to go

Sam was impressed. The three of them had some pretty good harmonies going. And now, Sam could hear very distinctly that Dean sang the next line solo:

Tell my wife I love her very much.

The Doctor answered the next part of the two-man dialogue:

She knows!

And then all three of them:

Ground control to Major Tom

Your circuit's dead.

There's something wrong.

Dean had pulled up into Bobby's driveway, but they were still singing the repeated "Can you hear me, Major Tom?" with the music turned all the way up. They'd probably stay that way until Dean decided the sing-a-long was over.

So Sam tapped on the driver's side window, and Dean shut off the music and grinned up at his little brother.

Sam gaped. Dean had cuts and bruises all down his front, and his cheek had been stitched up around his jaw. But Dean, as always, didn't seem to care about his state at all as he grinned up. "Heya, Sammy. How you doing?"

"What, are you thinking about starting a three-man band and ditching me?" Sam asked, shrugging off the stitches and bruises the way he usually did. After all, Dean wouldn't bring them up.

Dean grinned back at the Doctor, who was in the back seat, and then over at Donna, who had her feet propped up on the dashboard. Sam was impressed; he'd never seen anyone survive Dean's wrath after propping their feet up like that. Donna must have been something special. Or intimidating.

"Dean knows all the backup singers' parts," Donna announced proudly. "We could totally make a band. Donna and the Boys!"

Dean laughed out loud. "Why do you get to lead us?"

"Oh, what were you thinking? Dean and the Time Travelers?"

"Or The Doctor and His Humans," the Doctor chipped in.

Bobby glanced at Sam with raised eyebrows at those last two. He still hadn't quite processed who and what the Doctor was, so that was probably understandable. Sam didn't think Bobby had really believed them when they told him their story, especially after the Trickster alien bit that neither Sam nor Dean had believed. (In their defense, they knew how aliens worked, and the whole slow dance abduction thing was way too out there, even for the Doctor's world.)

Sam shook his head in disbelief. This was the most ridiculous he'd ever seen Dean or the Doctor. "Are you drunk?" he asked.

"No," the Doctor said, still smiling. "Just very, very tired."

"Could use a beer, though," Dean said. He got out of the car, and Donna and the Doctor followed. "What do you say, guys? Stay and play for a little while?"

Donna and the Doctor looked like they really would stay, but then Donna leaned forward and put her hand on Dean's arm. "We'd love to," she said quietly.

"But," Dean finished for her.

She laughed. "But it's only a matter of time before you get us involved in some other clever way to get chased by a hell monster."

"A what?" Bobby asked.

Dean waved his hand. "Two wendigos hardly qualifies as a hell monster encounter," he said.

"Yeah," Donna said, and this time she didn't look like she was laughing. "I know."

The group fell silent, so Sam broke in, "At least let us give you some dinner before you go."

"We already stopped for food," Dean said. "The drive-through about ten minutes from here with the good bacon cheeseburgers."

Donna made a face. "Everything there was covered in grease," she said in a mock whisper to Sam.

"The best kind!" Dean said, pretending to be insulted.

Donna turned to Sam. "You got anything that's not going to give me a heart attack when I'm forty?" she asked.

Sam looked at Bobby, who just shrugged his "I don't know why you boys ask for my permission when you're just going to do what you want anyway" shrug. He laughed, then turned to Donna. "Come on in."

Donna looked at the Doctor, who was still beaming at everyone like they were his favorite television show, then sighed, "Well, I guess a few more hours couldn't hurt. But no more hunting!" She added that last part and stuck her finger out to point at Dean accusingly.

"I'll never agree to those terms," Dean said in a fake heroic voice.

"You're impossible."

"I know, but you're pretty out there, too," Dean shot back.

Sam just sat back and watched his brother and his friends bicker back and forth as they made their way into Bobby's house. He couldn't stop smiling. It had been so long since he'd seen this side of Dean, the playful, fun-loving, big brother-who-can't-stop-getting-in-trouble Dean. Ever since Dad . . . .

Sam shook his head. No, he wouldn't think about Dad when he could hear loud laughter and the clink of beers and the sound of microwaving popcorn. Sam didn't know the Doctor as well as Dean did, which was a shame, because Sam liked the guy whenever he showed up. But what he did know was that Dean always seemed better after the Doctor visited. Like maybe he could survive another few days in this life, like maybe he wouldn't give up after all.

And yeah, maybe Dean came back with a few more bruises and cuts and scrapes than he usually did, but that was mostly because Dean loved the Doctor and protected him and his companions fiercely.

It wasn't something Dean would ever really admit to. Caring about someone like that. But Sam could see it. In the way his eyes lit up when he saw the TARDIS. In the way he stood just in front of the Doctor or Rose or Donna or whoever it was this time around. Dean loved them all, deeply.

It was going to hurt when the Doctor took off in the TARDIS, but Sam had learned better than to ask Dean to just stop being a baby and travel with them like he wanted to.

So they'd settle down to Jurassic Park, popcorn, beer, and key lime pie and pretend the morning wasn't coming.