Author's note: Hey, guys! So, as you all know, this chapter is going to be very closely related to the 3rd Indian Jones movie. I'm just saying that it's an awesome movie, and if you haven't seen it, you should totally watch it. It's worth it, trust me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Doctor Who. If I did, a couple certain recent deaths would not have taken place. I'm looking at you, Supernatural writers.

Chapter 9: We All Have Our Jobs In This World

Apparently handheld fire and a knowledge of flashlights and movies was enough to make a group of violent grown men listen to me, because they all just waited to see what I was going to do.

Sammy walked up to stand next to me. "You sure you've got this?" he whispered.

"Sammy, how many times have I seen this movie?"

"A lot."

"Exactly. I know it backwards, forwards, and inside out. Don't sweat it." Patting his shoulder, I carefully crept forward ahead of everybody else, far enough in front that they would have time to copy my movements before they got their heads chopped off or something unfortunate like that.

"The breath of God. Only the penitent man shall pass." I said quietly, examining the walls in an attempt to find slits for saw blades to suddenly appear from. "The penitent man kneels before God." 3, 2, 1… "Kneel!"

I dropped to my knees and rolled forward (because that logically followed in the movie for some odd reason) narrowly avoiding the two blades, and continued down the passage so I wouldn't be anyone's way.

"The word of God. Only in the footsteps of God will he proceed." I stopped on the edge of a large grid of letters, examining them carefully. "The name of God. Jehovah." I stuck my foot out and tapped the J hard, watching it crumble away into the darkness as I said, "But in the Latin alphabet, Jehovah starts with an I."

Was I having way too much fun with this? Yes. Did I care? No.

Careful not to put my weight on any of the other letters, I crossed the floor. "I-E-H-O-V-A." They'd ditched out on the H too for some reason.

"I forgot that part." Sam said from behind me.

"Which part?"

"That Jehovah starts with an I."

"Good thing I went first, then, isn't it?"

"How carefully were you watching the movie to remember that?"

I looked back at him incredulously as we continued down the passage. "You'd have to be paying, like, zero attention not to remember. Indiana forgot and almost fell down into the abyss and died."

"He almost dies all the time; it kinda blends together after a while."

I shook my head and turned to face front again. Sometimes, I couldn't help thinking that Sammy really needed to sort out his priorities.

I stopped as the passage ended abruptly, opening into a humongous chasm. I could see where our path continued on the other side. "The path of God." I leaned out over the ravine, trying to see the bottom.

It was too deep and too dark.

I shifted, trying to psyche myself up enough to do what I needed to do, but before I even really started moving, Sam grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Dean, don't."

"What? Why not?"

"It's a movie, Dean, not solid fact."

"It's been right so far."

"Exactly. If I were really trying to keep something safe, and somebody knew enough to get this far, I'd go off book for this one, once they were lulled into a false sense of security."

I shrugged. "Only one way to find out."

"Dean-"

Ignoring Sam, I turned back to the dizzying drop. Even with my confidence that the invisible bridge would be there, just like in the movie, this was nerve wracking.

"Only a leap from the lion's head." I muttered and stepped out into the void.

For one heart-stopping moment, I couldn't help wondering if I was wrong as I started to tip forward, but then my feet planted firmly on seemingly thin air. I looked around me, laughing a little. Just like in the movie.

"See, Sammy? No problem." I started carefully across the bridge, assuming that the movie was also right about there not being a guard rail, but stopped and looked back when I realized that only Sam had followed me. Instead of stepping out onto the bridge, the Doctor was just standing there next to Captain Sherwood, trying not to laugh, and I could see why. The pirates were staring at Sammy and me like we were the second coming.

"What are you?" one of the pirates (99% sure it was the first mate) asked. "You carry fire in your pocket and hold it in your hands, you know how to spell the name of God correctly, and you walk on air. You can't be mortal."

I shrugged. "Nah, we're normal."

Captain Sherwood shook his head wonderingly. "There may be many words which describe you, but normal certainly is not one of them. There is something in you both of the divine."

Religious pirates? Seriously? "Well, that's great, but we're all still in the middle of something. So, if you please…" I gestured to the bridge, essentially telling them to move their sorry asses.

"But we're not like you." one of the other pirates pointed out. "We'll fall."

"Oh, for the love of - Look. We'll protect you from falling as long as you stay on the path, okay? Just don't step anywhere I don't."

They all hesitated a second more, then nodded and allowed the Doctor to lead them down onto the bridge.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, continuing on my way across the bridge and back into the passage. "Friggin idiots." I mumbled to Sam, pushing some cobwebs out of my face. "There is something in you both of the divine. I mean, who the hell even talks like that?"

"Deeply religious pirates, apparently." Sam said, smirking.

"And that's another thing. Religious pirates? They're violent murderers and they steal everybody's stuff. How're you supposed to be religious if you're acting like that?"

"Dean, horrible things are done in God's name all the time. Even the KKK are religious."

I shook my head. "That's not real religion."

It wasn't long before the passage came to an end, and we stepped out into a wide chamber that was a total replica of the grail room. Minus the crazy, immortal knight, of course.

"So, somebody had a bunch of expensive cups, and to have fun with hiding it, they decided to do the place up like The Last Crusade." I say slowly. "I approve."

Sam shook his head. "You would."

"Do you think there's one of em that's all plain and actually works?"

"No." he said sharply. "And don't you dare try it. I mean it this time."

I held my hands up in surrender. "Okay. I'll leave it alone."

Together, the two of us crossed the room to check out the cups. The Doctor and the pirates filed into the chamber, the Doctor coming to stand with us and the pirates immediately fanning out and collecting the cups into burlap sacks.

"Wait!" A guy who looked like the old immortal knight from the movie hurried out of a door leading to a small side chamber, ridiculously anxious. "Wait!"

I turned to face him, disapproving. "You really missed your cue, man."

"I know, I'm sorry." The knight wiped some sweat off his forehead. "I've just been waiting down here for, like, 55 years. Ever since I was 20. I was so surprised to actually see somebody that I froze."

"Why're you the one they left behind?"

"I volunteered."

I nodded slowly. "Dedication. Good for you."

"And you found your way through, so good for you too. Obviously, you're not like these guys." He jerked a thumb at the pirates. 'What year are you from?"

"1995."

"1989. Any movies worth mentioning come out while I was gone?"

"Ghost, with Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze, was a good one. Um… Point Break, with Keanu Reeves and, again, Patrick Swayze, was also a good one."

"Swayze doing good for himself, or are you just a big Swayze fan?"

I shrugged. "A little bit of both."

"I have a question." Captain Sherwood interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"What?"

"This man is from the future." the Doctor explained. "He helped hide the treasure roughly half a century ago. And they were just talking about more of those movie things that would make no sense to you."

Captain Sherwood just shook his head a little bemusedly. "The future really is just different. You especially." he added as an afterthought pointing to me.

I shrugged. "Well, we all have our jobs in this world, and I happen to excel at mine."

XxXxX

After leaving the pirate ship, the Doctor took us to some diner from the 1950's for lunch.

"So." he said once we'd gotten our burgers and fries and coke. "Where do you boys want to go now? Sam, I believe it's your turn to pick."

Sam bit his lip thoughtfully. "What about Dad?"

The Doctor paused, genuinely surprised. "What about John?"

"Don't you think he's worried?"

"I left him a note."

"Trust me, Sammy." I cut in, stealing one of his fries now that mine were gone, jerking my hand back when he slapped my wrist for reaching for another one. "Dad ain't worried. He's pissed."

"But don't you think we should at least let him know that we're okay?" Exactly what Dad would want, for once.

"No." Normally, I'm all for doing what Dad would want. But… I just didn't want to. I was having too much fun, and I knew Dad would put a stop to it.

Sam stared at me, shocked. "Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?"

"C'mon, Sammy, think about it. Are you really ready to give this up just yet? 'Cause Dad'll make us stop, and you know it."

Sam hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. We'll leave Dad out of it for now."

The Doctor smiled. "Good." If I didn't know any better, I'd say he really didn't like my dad. "Now that we've got that settled, where are we going?"

"How about the future this time?" Sam suggested. "Once they have hover cars and stuff."

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