Author's note: Hey, guys. Sorry it's been so long, but it's been a hectic last couple weeks. Now that things have settled down a bit, I should be back on track. Hope you enjoy what I've got for you today.

Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural or Doctor Who are mine, it's just fun to play with them on occasion.

Chapter 8: Pretty Outta Hand

Apparently 99% is good enough for me, because I put the angel out of my mind and picked a new place for us to go. Nowhere anything particularly important had happened. I just really wanted to go play pirates.

Apparently the Doctor knew a guy, so it was chill for us to just show up on his ship.

I knew I'd found my happy place the minute I stepped out the door. The salty sea air, the ocean breeze, the sunlight glinting off the water, and the feel and sound of the ship under my feet. I don't care if I sound cheesy and ridiculous. It was awesome.

I walked over to the railing and leaned as far over as I could without falling. "Hey, Doc, are sea monsters real?"

"I suppose, technically. It really depends on where you are and what's going on." he said thoughtfully.

"Think there are any around here?"

"I doubt it. I tried to avoid things like that, since it seemed like you wanted to have a regular high-seas adventure. Swords. Buried treasure. Not particularly interested in more monsters."

"Yeah, not right now."

"So I brought us to the day my friend is going to find the treasure he's been searching for for a few years now. We'll help him navigate the cave, avoid the traps, and retrieve it."

I laughed, standing up straight so I wouldn't fall overboard. "That's awesome. Sammy, isn't that friggin awesome?"

"It's like something out of a book." Sam said. I suppose that was a positive answer to my question. I wasn't entirely sure, but he liked reading, so that had to mean something good, didn't it?

The Doctor smiled at my enthusiasm. "I'm going to go find Captain Sherwood, bring him out here so he can meet you. Try not to fall off and drown while I'm gone." He waved and headed down below.

"Dean, it's really cool and everything, but what's the deal with these clothes?" Sam asked the minute the Doctor was out of sight.

"It's called looked awesome." I said happily, because, I mean, c'mon. Black leather boots, black pants, loose white shirt. I looked so cool. "I mean check it out! I even get a sword!"

If you can't tell, I'm a little overly enthusiastic about pirates.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I don't know what idiot gave you that."

"Hey, I'm nothing if not good with weapons."

"So these are the lads, Doctor?" Captain Sherwood and the Doctor strode across the deck towards us. "They look as if they'll do the trick."

I grinned wildly at Sammy. "Dude, this is gonna be pretty outta hand."

Sam paused, confusion flashing across his face as he recognized the phrase. "Did you see St. Elmo's Fire again?"

"My last girlfriend was in the mood." I said with a shrug. "Besides, it got her in another kind of mood, if you know what I mean."

Sam shook his head, but didn't respond. He'd been doing that lately. Something about not encouraging me.

"Their speech is very strange, Doctor." Captain Sherwood said, perplexed. "What year are they from?"

The Doctor smiled, hands in his pockets. "1995."

"You mean the world hasn't ended by then?"

"Not yet."

"But we're getting there." I added. "They keep telling us we're breaking the planet."

"Breaking the planet?" Captain Sherwood looked shocked. "The future must be a horrifying place."

"You can say that again. People are crazy." Sam agreed.

I shrugged. "Eh. It's not that bad."

XxXxX

We got off the ship at a small island and went ashore. Captain Sherwood had a lot of crew members, but nobody questioned us. Apparently the Doctor had helped them out with some alien monster squids a couple years back, so we weren't too weird to them.

"That cave holds the treasure we seek." Captain Sherwood said once we were assembled on the beach, pointing at the dark cave entrance. "It will not be easy. But it will be doable. Stick close together." With that, he turned and led us forward into the darkness.

"Dean, I can't see." Sam whispered as we followed the pirates into the dark cave.

"No shit, Sherlock." I pulled out my lighter and flicked it on. It didn't do a whole lot, but it was something. "Seriously regretting leaving my flashlight in the Tardis right now."

"What is this magic?" One of the pirates next to me was staring at the lighter with delighted interest.

"It's not magic." I said, showing it to him. "Just technology. There's lighter fluid inside, and if you roll this little wheel here with your thumb quickly, it scrapes against this, which creates friction, which creates a spark and lights it. It's just more efficient firemaking."

"Ingenious." The pirate smiled at the lighter. "But I heard you mention a 'flashlight'. What is a flashlight?"

Oh man. This was gonna be harder. "So, you know lightning?"

The pirate nodded attentively, which actually made me feel oddly gratified. Sam had stopped listening to me quite that way when he realized I wasn't immortal and didn't have all the answers anymore, and it was nice to know I still had enough valid information and experience to have someone pay that much attention to me.

"Well, when we come from, people have figured out how to control its energy to do all kinds of stuff. One thing we use it for is to create light."

"So you don't need fire for light?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

"That's incredible."

"A flashlight is one thing we use to hold that light. It's a metal cylinder with a thin glass covering over one end. There's a button on it, and if you press it, you can turn the light on and off."

"It doesn't even stay on all the time? You can choose if it's glowing?"

"Yep."

"And any normal person can have one?"

"Yeah, pretty great huh?"

"Amazing."

"Dean, maybe you should stop blowing everyone's minds." Sam broke in.

I glanced at the pirate who was now immersed in explaining lighters and flashlights to one of his crewmates. "Yeah, that's probably enough for now. Dude, imagine if I tried to help him understand cars."

"He'd be lost: he's struggling with the concept of flashlights."

"And I didn't even bring up the batteries."

"Ha ha ha."

"Stop here." Captain Sherwood called, and we all halted. "Mr. Winchester, would you bring your hand-held fire up here?"

Apparently more people had been listening to me than I thought.

I made my way through the crew until I was next to him. "Yessir?"

"Shine some light on the glyphs on this wall."

I held the lighter up next to the wall. I didn't know what the little pictures meant, but they were cool.

"Doctor, do you know what this says?"

The Doctor came up behind us and leaned forward to read the glyphs, his hand on my shoulder. "Whoever these people are, they must have come from the future: they're using the clues from the third Indiana Jones movie."

"Really, Doc?" I turned to face him, my face lighting up. "Oh, I got this wired."

"What is a movie?" Captain Sherwood asked. "And what is wired?"

"Wired is another way to say it's gonna be easy, and movies would take way too long to explain." I turned to face the passage ahead of us. "And this is going to be the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. I've always wanted to try this."

Author's afterthought: Tada! Please review!