A/N

I'm making a real effort to try and post to all my fanfictions more. I'd really like to start a few new ones, but I'm refraining until I wrap up some of the older ones.

Would anyone be interested in more SuperWhoLock, or any variation of the shows? I have a few more in the works, but I'd be curious to see if you guys have any ideas or anything you want to see, so let me know and send me a message or leave a comment!

Also a big thanks to the super old comment I found online that explained why exactly Dean isn't able to just smash apart the angels, cause that almost happened!


The quiet hum of the Tardis' engine trilled moments after Castiel and Jack left, leaving the Doctor alone with his machine and the more tolerable of the two hunters.

The Doctor's fingers brushed over the exterior of the console, the lights pulsating for the briefest moment before fading away again, the machine conserving its energy in the strange parallel world it had found itself in. What exactly did the angel mean when he'd said it was calling out to him?

Tapping his fingers against a panel, the alien stared at the various levers and knobs in contemplation. Should he spend more time alone with the old thing? He'd been traveling with Rose so much recently, and now with Jack, he'd barely spent any time with repairs or new additions. Was she feeling neglected?

"Hey, Doctor?"

The unfamiliar voice calling from the other side of the room distracted him from his thoughts, glancing up in irritation at the hunter who was leaning over the railing and peering down below.

"What?"

"Do all aliens have this kind of tech? I mean, how is this even possible, having such a massive area shoved into a tiny box?"

Turning to look at him, the alien almost smiled at the amazement on the man's face. It was always his favorite part, watching humans react to his machine.

"It's Time Lord technology. My people created it."

"But, how?"

"Dimensional transcendentalism." The Doctor offered shortly, taking a step closer to the brunette as his eyes narrowed, a question dancing around in his head that he'd yet to have been able to ask. "Was your brother really in hell?"

He could tell immediately that he'd struck a nerve, the man stiffening while his hands tightened around the bars of the railing. Sam's head turned a fraction, a sharp breath pulling out of him.

"Yeah, he was." He confirmed, turning around and leaning back against the rails, though his gaze remained firmly on the floor. "I died, and Dean, he made a deal with a demon to bring me back."

"How long was he there?"

The Doctor pressed, noting the guilty way the Winchester seemed to shrink in on himself. Was it because he'd done it to save his brother, or because of something else?

"Forty years before Cas pulled him out."

"Metaphorically, you mean."

"What?" That had the man turning, confusion etched across his face. "No, like, literally. Dean has an imprint on his shoulder of Cas' handprint." The answer hadn't been one the alien was prepared for, his mouth open a fraction as he tried to determine what to say next before Sam was moving to the doors. "They're still out there."

"Right, not for long though." The Doctor assured, bouncing back into action as he pulled the door open and popped his head outside. "You two just going to stand there all day?"

He shouted, watching as Rose's hand grabbed the hunter's arm a moment before she was turning to look at him.

"Do we come back now, then?"

"Not unless you plan on going back in time again, get a move on, haven't got all day!" He beckoned, ducking back inside his machine and bounding to the controls, flipping a lever up as the lights pulsated and the engine grew louder.

"Actually, we do have all day, but can't stand to wait about." He said, grinning madly at Sam as lights flickered to life all over the machine and the hunter watched in awe. "The old girl gets a bit out of sorts going to parallel universes now, but she's had a bit of time to rest, so she should be ready to go."

He explained, moving to the other side of the machine and pressing down a button and spinning round a dial. "Hurry up!" He yelled again, spinning a screen around to get a reading before he released a heavy sigh. "A cascade of Macra move faster than those two." He complained, moving back to the doors and yanking them open as Rose's back shoved into him. "There you are! Bit slow, aren't you?"

"You try walking backwards without blinking."

She scoffed, shoving her hand into his chest as Dean bumped into the other door.

"You sure this thing is big enough for all of us, Doc?"

Dean called out, his hand reaching around to feel for the opening as he backed inside. As soon as he was in, the Doctor pushed the door shut and gave him a roll of his eyes.

"Do I think it's big enough, you tell me."

Spinning the man around and pushing him forwards, he heard the audible gasp as a triumphant smirk rose to his face.

"W-Wha.. But I don't.. Sam?"

The Doctor walked up the ramp past him, the older hunter casting a questioning gaze at his little brother as he walked towards the console slowly while Rose stared in amusement.

"I know."

Is all the younger said, leaning back and watching his brother walk around the console and stand next to the controls.

"This thing is huge! How the hell did you cram it inside such a tiny box?"

"Time Lord technology."

The Doctor stated again, enjoying his shock despite the utter annoyance of the hunter's personality that clashed with his own.

"This, I gotta admit, is pretty damn cool."

Dean laughed, running a hand through his hair as he looked up at the ceiling.

"You should see the swimming pool."

Rose chimed in, receiving an equally shocked expression from both Winchester's.

"Hold on, you've got a swimming pool in here?"

Sam gaped as the Doctor grinned.

"Six, actually."

Dean shook his head slowly, dumbfounded at the machine as a loud banging from outside grappled for their attention.

"Doctor?"

Rose asked warily, her hands grabbing ahold of the console as the machine shook, a shadow passing over the windows by the door.

"Doc, I think those things are trying to get inside."

Dean warned, taking a step back as the Doctor flipped a switch, the lights flickering overhead.

"I know, don't worry about it."

"Don't worry? No offense to this awesome assed machine, but those wood doors won't hold through much more of this."

Dean pointed out, the machine shuddering again as another loud bang echoed from outside.

"Those doors have kept out the worst of the worst, trust me."

He stated calmly, pressing a button as the Tardis shook again, shifting to one side as Dean scrambled to grab ahold of something.

"Trust you?"

"Yeah, trust me. I've got one of those faces, don't I?"

"No, you don't."

Dean answered dryly as the Doctor glanced at his reflection in the screen and frowned.

"I didn't used to have such big ears, you know."

"Doctor, now isn't the time!"

Rose yelped, her grasp on the console failing as the Tardis was shifted to the other side, the blonde losing her footing as Sam caught her and pulled her closer to him and against the railing. The Tardis let out a low thrum as the Doctor rolled his eyes.

"I'm aware, don't get like that with me, haven't you heard of patience?" Another toll as the man sighed. "Right, course not. Here we go then, hold on!"

Ducking around to the other side again, the Doctor spun around a wheel and pulled down a lever, the Tardis thrumming loudly as its iconic wheezing noise droned, the alien smiling as the shadow disappeared from the window and the Tardis set down heavily once again only moments later.

No one moved at first, the hunters' wary eyes meeting each other as Rose pulled away from the younger with a quiet thank you before walking closer to the doors.

"Well?"

"Go see for yourself."

The Doctor gestured, smiling triumphantly as his companion pulled open the door and peered outside.

"That's incredible!"

She cried, stepping fully out of the machine as the Winchester's followed after her.

"Now how in the hell did that happen?"

Striding out after the other three, the Doctor folded his arms and stared smugly in front of them. Where the Tardis had been previously, four angels stood frozen, each staring at another and permanently locked in place.

"They're all looking at each other, that's genius."

Sam laughed, stepping closer and walking around them slowly.

"Guess it was a smart idea."

Dean begrudgingly admitted, glancing at the Doctor who merely bobbed his head in response.

"Of course it was brilliant, two of the most brilliant minds in all the known universe came up with it."

"Whatever. There's a crowbar in what remains of my car," A pointed look was shot in the Doctor's direction, the hunter still angry about the damage. "We'll smash these things to pieces and be done with it all."

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

Dean demanded, glaring at the Doctor who dropped his arms and straightened out his jumper.

"I mean, no. It's not possible."

"It's stone, Doc, pretty sure if you beat it hard enough, it'll break. Hell, blowing it up will do the trick if nothing else."

"Don't be daft, when I say it won't work I mean it won't work."

The hunter seemed unable to speak for a moment, shaking his head and pointing at the alien.

"You do whatever the hell you want, but these things aren't going to be given another chance."

"Shooting it didn't work, what makes you think smashing it to bits will?"

"You know something I don't?"

Dean asked as the Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Always. They aren't stone."

"But you said-"

"They look like stone, sort of like an after image. They're quantum locked, they literally cease to exist when being observed, leaving only the image of a stone angel behind. It's simply an impregnable substance."

"So what are we supposed to do, just leave this in the middle of the parking lot like it's nothing?"

"As time goes on, they'll grow weaker, unable to retrieve the energy they need and fading from existence. So yes, until then, they have a new, somewhat odd, sculpture."

The Doctor shrugged, turning away from the hunters and the statues as Dean grumbled behind him.

"Fine, whatever."

"I think that's the first time you haven't argued back."

Rose teased, her voice drifting back to the alien as he walked back to his Tardis, a tightness forming in his chest. She always did that, always thought the best of people and gave them a chance, even someone like that hunter.

Humans were so weak and vulnerable and foolish, and yet there was this girl, someone who went against everything he'd ever thought. Someone who went against his expectations time and time again and-

"Doctor!" Turning, the alien watched the blonde bounce into the Tardis, an excited grin on her face as she reached out and grabbed the console. "You did it, that was amazing!"

"You helped."

He said, smiling at her as she pushed the hair from out of her face.

"We should be getting back to the others, don't you think? We should check on Dr. Watson."

"Oh, yes. Go tell the Winchester's to hurry along."

The Doctor beckoned, the girl smiling wider before bounding back outside, calling for Dean as the Doctor began setting the coordinates. She really liked that hunter, for whatever reason. Was there a chance, did he dare even think she might go with him? Surely not, not when he had so much more to offer and so much more of the universe to show.

"So all this is over then? No more angels?"

Sam asked, walking inside the Tardis, his gaze still moving around as if he couldn't get over what he was seeing.

"No more angels, except for your friend at least." The Doctor assured, waiting for the door to close before flipping the final lever. "Now let's make sure Dr. Watson is still with us, eh?"

He asked, the Tardis' familiar sound a reassurance to his ears as he stared at his companion chatting quietly with Dean, that flirtatious smile ever present on her face.