Author's note: Hey, guys! Guess who's sick and is actually over the moon about it because it means I get to stay home?

Either way, I did intend to get this chapter to you people a little sooner, but it's been one of the busiest weeks of my life and I haven't had a whole lot of time for writing. Sorry about that. Hope the chapter's up to snuff.

Either way, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Doctor Who and Supernatural are not mine, I'm just playing with them.

Chapter 11: Krispy Kreme

The first thing I was aware of were frantic hands holding me still and checking for my pulse. Not Sammy, the hands weren't small enough…

"Dean." the Doctor's voice came from above me, and one of the hands moved from my throat to cradle the back of my head, lifting it up slightly off the ground. "Dean, c'mon, wake up for me."

I tried to force my eyes open, but I couldn't, and when I tried to move my hand, all I succeeded in doing was twitching my fingers. I was stuck in this twilight zone between conscious and unconscious, and it was scaring me.

"YOU BASTARD!" Sam's voice was high pitched and hysterical. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"I'm - I'm sorry." A voice I didn't recognize said.

"Dean." A small hand rested on the side of my face, and when Sammy spoke, he sounded like he was going to start crying. "Dean, wake up. Please."

"He'll be alright, Sam." the Doctor said, carefully lifting me up and pulling me against him so I was half in his lap, my head nestled against his shoulder. "I've got a healing bed in the Tardis from a hospital on Zantelas. It'll fix him up, and he'll be perfectly fine."

"His head's bleeding…"

"It'll fix that, too. Don't worry."

"I'm really sorry." the strange voice said again. "I didn't think he was going to fall-"

"Get away from him." Sam snapped.

"Look, just… it was an accident. Please don't report me."

If I could've rolled my eyes, I would've, and something tells me Sam did.

"Drop the charges against him and leave, and we'll forget the whole thing ever happened." the Doctor said.

Yeah, good plan, get him out of here.

There was the roar of a motorcycle taking off, and whoever it was left.

"Okay, let's get him out of here." An arm slid under my knees and another wrapped around my back, and I was gently lifted up, cradled like a child. I couldn't decide whether that made me feel safe or vulnerable.

"Hey, watch it!" Sam said angrily, right before some careless asshole knocked into us, hard. Pain once again exploded through my head, and everything went silent.

XxXxX

I hurt everywhere. Every inch of me felt like one big, giant bruise, and the back of my head felt like it'd been split wide open.

"Son of a bitch." I groaned, slowly opening my eyes. I was in a small, dim, metallic room, lying on a soft bed. "The hell?"

"Dean?"

I looked over to the side to find Sammy sitting there, looking anxious. "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just sore." I carefully pushed myself into a sitting position, wincing slightly. "Where are we?"

"Some room in the Tardis. The thing is huge."

"Huh." I looked around with a little more interest. Very sci-fi. "Why?"

"Because you needed this alien healing thing." Sam patted the metal side of the bed I was on. It was shaped like a really long oval and made of metal, accept for the soft center where I was. There was an IV-like tube leading from a port on the side of it to where it was injected in the crook of my elbow.

"Cool." I said with a nod. "Why?"

"What d'you mean, 'why'?"

"What happened?"

Sam paused, disconcerted. "You… don't remember?"

I shook my head, mystified. "Is there something I'm supposed to be remembering?"

"Um, it's fine. Everything's fine." I got the sense Sammy was trying to convince himself more than me. "The bed's probably just not done with you yet. You'll be fine."

Okay, fine. I'd just let it slide for now. "Where's the Doc?"

"He said he was going to get breakfast, but I-"

The door opened, interrupting him, and the Doctor walked in, two white paper bags in his hands.

"Oh, good, you're up." He crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I got enough breakfast for everybody. Best batch of donuts and coffee ever to grace the face of this Earth, courtesy of Krispy Kreme."

"Thanks, Doc." I said as he pulled out some donuts and handed them to Sammy and me, followed by warm cups of coffee. I hadn't realized how friggin hungry I was until I had a donut in front of my face.

"You're feeling better, I see." the Doctor said, smiling in amusement as I pretty much attacked the donut.

I nodded. "Yeah, but I can't remember what happened."

The Doctor shrugged, unconcerned. "You hit your head pretty hard; I'm not surprised. I wouldn't worry about it too much."

"So he's not permanently brain damaged or something?" Sam clarified.

"Well, no more than before." the Doctor said with a laugh.

"You've got a point." I finished my donut and downed the last of my coffee. "So, where're we going now?"

"Are you sure you're ready for that?" Sam asked worriedly. "You almost died earlier."

"Sure, I'm sure." I already felt a lot better than when I'd woken up, the last of the soreness fading into nothing, and I could vaguely remember an angry cop and getting pulled off my bike now. Whatever this bed thing was, we needed to get our hands on one. It would be so useful. Instead of having to rest and recoup for a few days after getting hurt on a hung, we could just get a good night's sleep in this bed and be back on our way to the next job. No more wasting time getting better Maybe there were travel sizes. I'd have to remember to ask the Doctor later.

XxXxX

"You want me to wear what?"

"This." The Doctor shook the white toga in front of my face. "If we're going to ancient Rome, you've gotta look the part."

"There's gotta be people who wore pants. I don't wanna wear a dress."

"C'mon, Dean, think toga party." Sam adjusted the belt on his own new outfit. "Just pretend it's a kegger."

"Besides, you get a cape too." the Doctor said a little too happily, pulling out a green cape with silver edges.

I sighed, looking between them. "I just can't win with the two of you, can I?"

"Not really." Sam agreed with a satisfied smirk. Apparently almost dying the day before didn't earn me any special treatment.

"Fine, I'll wear your stupid dress." I took the clothes and stalked off to the bathroom to change.

"This is nuts." I muttered as I stripped out of my clothes and started pulling on the new ones. "Guys wearing dresses. What self-respecting guy wears a dress? Ancient dudes were weirdos." I fastened the cape around my shoulders and faced the mirror to examine the effect.

All-in-all, it could've been worse. The white toga made it down to my knees, a belt snug around my hips holding it tight in the middle. Fabric only came up over one shoulder, cutting diagonally across my chest. The cape, for some odd reason I don't understand, was cut so that it was fastened off-center, more to the right than to the left, and it only reached my knees too. The leather sandals were actually pretty nice, even though I felt like having laces that got halfway up my calves when all was said and done was a bit over the top.

"It's okay, Dean." I told my reflection. "Think kegger." Steeling myself to be made fun of - because seriously, who could pass up an opportunity like this? - I headed back out to the main room of the Tardis to join the Doctor and Sam.

"Nice cape, Dean." Sam said with a wicked little smirk. "It really matches your eyes."

"Says the one who looks like a cloud." I said condescendingly, and Sammy flushed red. I did have a point, after all. With his white toga and blue cape, he did look like a little cloud. Friggin angel boy.

"Alright, that's enough. You can't see Rome if you stand there insulting each other all day." The Doctor walked over to the door of the Tardis, smiling. "And don't you want to see Rome?"

I shrugged, and we walked over to the door too. Why not? Colosseum and gladiators. How bad can it be?

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