Author's note: Hey, guys. I know it's been awhile, but school started and it's just been a bit chaotic getting back into the swing of things, and I haven't had much time to write. But I've got things more figured out now, and updates should be a little faster than this. Anyway, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Neither Doctor Who or Supernatural is mine. If they were, I would be traveling around in a Tardis with Dean Winchester.

Chapter 4: Burning With Shame

DEAN'S POV

"Dean, what the hell is that?" Sammy whispered, eyeing the statue in our doorway.

"I'll explain later, just keep your eyes on it." I took took a step forward, intending to beat it's ass into rubble, but before I could go any further, a weird sucking/whirring sound filled the room. I knew that noise…

Sam and I both turned at the same time to see the blue police box appearing in the center of the room.

Wait. Nobody was watching the statue.

I whipped around quickly, blinking as I did so, and the statue was right in front of me, one of its hands fisted in my shirt, the other hovering just above my forehead. I froze. Mr. Bartholomew had said that if it touches you, it sends you back in time, and I didn't know if that included statue time or not.

There was one thing I knew for sure, however. Next time someone blinked, I was royally screwed.

"Dean." Mr. Bartholomew's voice said in my ear, and he placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're okay, it's alright."

"Who the hell are you?" Sam questioned angrily, but Mr. Bartholomew ignored him.

"I hope you're not too attached to that shirt." Mr. Bartholomew grabbed one of the knives we had out on the table and cut off the chunk of my shirt the angel was holding onto. "Alright, everybody in." He gestured to the blue box.

I grabbed Sammy's wrist as I backed up to the door, keeping my eye on the statue. "Just do what he says. He's cool." I whispered.

"Oh, yeah, 'cause that really clears everything up."

"Just do what I say." I usually tried not to give him orders like that. He didn't appreciate it, and he didn't listen anyway. But this was important.

"But-"

"Sam, get in the damn box." Instead of waiting for him to listen, I just shoved him backwards through the door.

"Is he always like that?" Mr. Bartholomew asked as we backed inside and shut the door.

I shrugged. "Lately, yeah."

"What the hell?" Sam stared around the interior of the box, just as nonplussed as I'd been the first time. "This - I mean, science-"

I patted his shoulder. "Don't bother. Science or no science, it's just how it is."

"No, this just doesn't work."

I nodded slowly. "So witches... yeah, everything they do totally works with what you learned in science class."

"Hey guys." Mr. Bartholomew broke in from over by the console circle. "Escape now, argue about what can exist later?"

"Nobody asked you." Sam turned to face Mr. Bartholomew angrily, but before the kid got a chance to say anything else, he threw a lever and the weird sound started up again, the whole room shaking. I grabbed onto one of the bars around the - for lack of a better word - room. Sam stumbled sideways and I pulled him against me to keep him from falling.

"Dean, what the hell is this thing?" he gasped, fisting his hand tightly in my shirt.

I had no idea what to call it. Um… "A weirdass teleport-y box."

The shaking and the sound stopped, and Sam immediately let go of me. Independence and all that.

"Tardis, Dean." Mr. Bartholomew said with a small smile. "It's called a Tardis."

"Who are you?" Sam demanded.

"Cool your jets, Sammy." I said quietly.

Mr. Bartholomew put his hands in his pockets, rocking backwards and forwards on his feet. "I'm the Doctor."

I frowned slightly. That was new. "Doctor who?"

"Just the Doctor." he said brightly, and Sam whirled to face me.

"You said we could trust him, you let him drag us into some psychotic box that really shouldn't be able to exist, and you don't even know his name?"

I winced slightly. It actually sounded pretty damn bad when you said it like that. "It's a lot more complicated than that, Sammy."

"Yes, that was fairly oversimplified." the Doctor agreed.

Sam glared at him, but I cut the kid off before this could go any farther. "Where are we?"

"The middle of space, at the moment." The Doctor gave us a self-satisfied smile.

"What?" Sam ran over to the door and threw it open.

"Damn." I breathed, walking over too.

"That's… actually really cool." Sam said, glancing up at me. I could tell he was already changing his mind about the Doctor. "We can really trust him?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

XxXxX

It didn't take Sam very long to warm up to the Doctor. The kid could be suspicious on occasion, but he really just wanted to be able to trust people, and I'd already given the all clear.

We hung out up there in space with the Doctor for a good hour, staring out at space and checking out all his buttons, before he decided to take us to our dad. Apparently he was finishing up ganking some ghost whose body had been hidden in some barn in the middle of nowhere.

Part of me couldn't help but wonder how long it would've taken him to figure out something had happened to Sammy and me if the Doctor hadn't shown up to help out.

"Do we have to go find Dad right now?" Sam asked, giving the Doctor his best puppy dog eyes. I couldn't blame him for wanting to stay. Maybe see where else this baby could take us. But I also knew we had to go. We had to warn Dad before he went back to the motel and found a psychotic angel statue instead of his sons.

"I'm sorry, Sam." The Doctor ruffled the kid's hair. "I'll take you guys somewhere else later." He pressed a couple buttons and threw his lever again.

One jolting ride later, we were back on the ground. I walked over to the door, opened it, and stepped out.

To find a gun leveled at me.

"Shit!" I dove sideways as the gun went off, and thankfully, the bullet only grazed my shoulder. "Dad, it's us!"

"Dean?" Dad stepped a little farther into the open space of the barn. "What the hell, son?"

"Dean!" Sam jumped out of the Tardis as I got to my feet. His eyes narrowed when he saw the blood on my sleeve. "Dad, what the hell?! You shot him!" He reached out to take a look at my arm, but I pushed his hand away.

"He grazed me, Sammy, it's barely even a scratch. I'm fine."

"But-"

"You heard Dean. He's fine." Dad cut him off. "Now, what's with your box?"

"That would be my box." The Doctor stepped out next to Sam. "And it's called a Tardis."

Dad brought his gun up again. "Who the hell're you and what're you doing with my sons?"

"I'm the Doctor." For having a gun on him, the Doctor seemed ridiculously unfazed. "And I saved your sons, so you're welcome."

Dad glared at the Doctor, then turned his gaze on me. "Dean, explain. Now."

Not wanting to disappoint, I gave him the basic rundown of what'd happened, starting with hunting the weeping angel back at that school six months ago.

Once I fell silent, he just stood and glared at me for a solid minute while I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, my face burning with shame. There's not really anyone who can make me feel small quite like my dad.

"You lied to me." he said finally. "For a stranger."

"Yessir." I mumbled. I felt like his angry disappointment was going to turn me to ash.

"What the hell, Dean?!" he shouted.

"Sorry, sir." I watched the ground, making sure I didn't look like I was even thinking about challenging him right now. Obedient, just the way he liked me.

"If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with me." the Doctor suggested lightly, but when I glanced sideways at him, I could see a level of anger in his eyes. "I'm the one who asked him to lie."

"You stay away from my sons." Dad grabbed my arm without looking, his thumb pressing right against the cut from the bullet, and I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. He started pulling me along. "Come on, boys. We're gonna go get a different room in a different town."

"Most people would agree that you shouldn't man-handle your son like that." the Doctor said from behind us.

"Don't tell me how to be a parent." Dad glanced over his shoulder. "Sammy, I said let's go."

Sam glanced at the Doctor and received a reassuring smile in return. "It'll be alright, Sam. I'll see you both soon."

"Like shit, you will. Sammy. Now." Dad said.

Sam threw the Doctor one last look and followed us out the door.

XxXxX

Dad sent Sam to the arcade across the street for an hour, and he spent the whole time reaming me out. I shouldn't lie to him, I shouldn't trust strangers, I shouldn't get in magical blue boxes whether they say police on them or not, I shouldn't drag Sammy into shit like that, this whole thing was all my fault, 'damn it, Dean why can't you get your shit together?'.

My punishment? Well.

All I got to do, for an indefinite period of time, was things related to hunting. Research, working out, caretaking weapons, training, and - of course - taking care of Sammy. No going out, no girls, no TV. And I certainly didn't get to drive. And if I made one more move he didn't like, he was going to lock me in the Impala's trunk, again for an indefinite amount of time.

Dad had just finished detailing all of that when the door opened and Sammy came in. Dad glanced at him.

"You're being punished too. Dean'll tell you what you're allowed to do. I'm going out. You two go to bed." He threw me another angry, dissatisfied look and headed out the door. We probably couldn't expect him back until maybe four in the morning. There was a bar a couple blocks away, after all.

Author's afterthought: Hope y'all enjoyed, and please review. I'm not gonna lie, more reviews means faster updates, it makes me more motivated.