N/A: Hello everyone!

Quite disappointed I didn't get any review or kind of echo, please let me know if you like the story and would read some more of it! :D I enjoy imagining and writing the two of those. It's quite easy and I think they are well suited together.

Pairing : Dean Winchester (SPN) and Clara Oswald (DW)

Rating: M for later.

Disclaimer: BBC and the CW own everything, lucky them

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Yours truly, Malow

We were all awkwardly staring at each other. There's really no point in denying that. They thought we were crazy, we thought they were crazy, which should be a recipe for disaster. My eyes kept moving, scrutinizing the men in front of me and then the Doctor. After he said that it was impossible, we all sunk into that awkward silence. We were all staring at each other. I looked at the Doctor, trying to make him say something that would change the fact that I've never experienced something so awkward in my entire life. All kinds of fear disappeared, when they told us what they did for a living… Probably the same way their own doubts faded when we told them we travelled in time. Maybe there was some secret "insanity solidarity" we only realized now. I was the one who broke the silence when I stood up, causing the two guys in front of us to jump, as if they were ready to block me.

"Listen, mates, I get that there's a lot to talk about here, but we're on for hours and I won't stay here without food. So either you get us food, or I go out and bring some. But I'm not going to stay here with an empty stomach." I crossed my arms and tried to look impressive even though I have to admit that I felt like a dwarf in front of two giants. David versus Goliath was becoming Clara versus whatever it is they were. The two men exchanged a glance and the one called Dean sighed and put his gun in his pants.

"Alright, I'm going to get some food with the little lady here…"

"Hey, I'm not little!" I interrupted him. I didn't like being called little at all. But the way he glared at me made keep quiet. Which I didn't like. Why was I so impressed by a rough and rude American? I tried so hard to say something, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. The Doctor seemed amused and Dean kept talking.

"You two, stay put! Maybe we can make some sense out of this mess… And if it's as crazy as everything that's been said now, I'm not doing that on an empty stomach. She's right about that!"

Sam, the really tall one didn't even look impressed. The Doctor and I were. Even though he knew way more about the universe than I did, most of our time was spent arguing about which of us was more right. I just met the man in front of me, yet he already made me shut up and told me I was right. He definitely knew how to push the right buttons. Before we left, the Doctor handed me his screwdriver, just in case. And I stepped outside with Dean. I walked behind him towards an old looking American car. I was puzzled.

"How does a car this old still work? Can you really get anywhere with it?"

He looked at me as I just insulted him and pointed a finger at me.

"Don't even get there lady, because we're not gonna get along if you do!"

He got into the car and I got into the passenger seat next to him.

"I have a name you know. And it's Clara! I'm just surprised because you don't see that many old cars in UK... How much do you even pay for a tank?"

Even though I was saying that, the car looked ruthless. I didn't have a single stain or scratch that I could see. It looked as if it was very well tended and the guy was a maniac with it. Well he probably was. He just smirked at my comment and said:

"Well, what can I say? She's my baby, and don't even try to mess with her!"

He gave me a threatening look that wasn't really scary, I just answered with a smile and looked at him while he started driving. Could it be that those two boys were lying to us? Trying to get us into a trap? We should've been more careful, maybe not have split up. But I could guess the Doctor was as curious as I was and I could see those guys were too, with our stories. Nothing would happen to us… at least yet. Dean caught my stare and looked at me in the eyes with some intensity. I flushed and violently turned my head to look at the front of the car, as if it was the most interesting thing I'd seen in my entire life. He spoke, his voice rough and his accent strong:

"Something wrong, lady?"

I flinched at the nickname. At least it wasn't little lady, but still. I like my name. I would've preferred it. I just shook my head, without taking my eyes of the road.

"I'm just really curious. We've seen crazy, you know, the Doctor and I… We're the Kings of Crazy, we've lived and seen things you wouldn't even imagine. I mean, he's an alien and I'm just a regular girl, but you…" I looked at him again, hoping there wasn't any blush left on my cheeks. "The kind of crazy you're talking about… That's just too much... Even for us."

He looked into my eyes, as if he was looking for some kind of truth in there, as if they held the answer to what he was wondering. But he just sighed and looked at the road.

"Tell me 'bout it… I once told my little brother that we were insane. I was under some kind of curse at the time, but it's still the truth. I mean, to the rest of the world, man I can't even begin to imagine what they could think. They'd send us to the psych ward and lock us up. But that's our life, that's what we've done as far as I can remember. I've lived 35 years in a world where every monster you've heard of just pops up of nowhere. And believe me, aliens ain't part of that!"

I believed him. It was just too strange and far from everything we've ever seen. Those monsters he talked about were probably just lost aliens who didn't know how to get home or didn't know how to communicate. There had to be an explanation and one thing was certain: I didn't have the patience to wait until we were back with the Doctor to start talking. There was nothing wrong with that, was it? After all, I was pretty sure that he was doing the same with the little brother. I couldn't help myself but smile at the fact that the giant at the Motel was the "little" brother. I looked at Dean.

"Since we may have information that's interesting for each other, we might as well start. I mean, there's certainly a lot to tell and they're probably talking about it anyway, so… why don't we?"

He looked at me and smiled. He looked relaxed and rusty. It isn't a poor choice of words, more like the impression that his smile was something rare.

"Knowing my brother, they probably are… Let's say you ask a question and I ask one, we do this in all fairness."

"And I'm starting, since I am the Lady!" I said in a commandeering voice. He decided I would have a royal status, I might as well take advantage of it. He just nodded and parked in front of the store, before getting out the car, and we both walked to the store and I thought about my questions.

"What is it you call a ghost?" It was our most recent experience, one of the scariest things I've ever lived. But in the end, it wasn't a ghost at all, more like the echo of a pocket universe in which someone was trapped. There was nothing supernatural about that. Everything was just science… a science we were not used to see, but still science.

He took a basket and started putting some food in it, while trying to find words to explain what he thought a ghost was.

"Well, a ghost is the soul of a deceased person. For some reasons, it sticks around, unfinished business, fear of the light, reapers on a strike..." I frowned and look at him. He just shook his head as a manner to tell me he would maybe explain later. And he went on. "Sometimes, it's tied to a place, a person or an object. It can get angry and start affecting the environment around him." He then stopped and looked at the beers. All I wanted was some tea, but I stood by him.

"And how do you hunt th…?"

"Stop it right there lady…" he told me, putting a finger to my lips. "It's my turn to ask one question."

I sighed, frustrated. But sadly, he was right. He was entitled to one question now but I don't know if I wanted to answer yet. The information he told me was enough to tell this was way different than what I've experienced before. His ghosts could change the environment, ours couldn't. Well, it wasn't a ghost, but let's not get into wordplay now, because we won't see the end of it. It was just words after all, and we were talking about lives here, whether they were human or alien or whatever. Something was not right and we had to find out what. I made a pout and nodded.

"What's a TARDIS?" He chose the beers he wanted and then went on with his shopping, while I just walked besides him.

"It's Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It's the Doctor's ship, it travels in space and time. It's that blue box we were standing next to." That's all I felt like saying, but it wouldn't be fair. I guess that's the reason why he gave me so many details: so I would give some in return. So I continued. "It's bigger on the inside, like a small dimension in those doors. I would say it's the size of a house but really, it's more like infinite. I've never seen anything that big and she doesn't like me that much, so I can't even imagine what else she might be hiding…"

He didn't even seem surprised that I called her a "she". Boys and their toys… I put some things for the Doctor and I in the basket and stood for a while at the bakery aisle, watching all the types of pie they had. I've always had a sweet tooth and while I'd rather bake my cakes, I guess these American pies shouldn't taste that badly. I watched it all with attention, concentrating on that rather than my next question to Dean. My hand went up to pick the last apple pie and was met halfway by a strong, masculine hand. I looked up, surprised, to see that apparently, Dean had also set his mind on the pie. He dropped the basket quickly, while my other hand went to grab the pie, it met his other hand, we held each other's hands just to keep it off the pie.

"I am the lady, I should have the pie!"

I had absolutely no idea where this all came from. I guess it was because of all the tension between us. And it had nothing to do with us as people, more about us as part of a destabilizing chain of events. This was all too serious for me and I needed to release some of it, in a way, a little vacation for my brain. That was it. I just needed to act childish for a second, and from what I saw in Dean's eyes, he felt the same.

"There are plenty of others, take the others, this one's mine."

"No way, I picked it!" My hand tried to wiggle her way out of his, and managed for a few seconds, before being grabbed again. He looked at me.

"There's only one fair way to set this!" I looked at him expentantly and he forced me to move away from the pie, since he was holding my hands. "Do you know Rock, Paper Scissors?"

Of course I did, but I didn't answer. "Let go of me and we'll play…"

He did, and we put our hands in position. He started saying the formula, but on the count of 3 or more like scissors, I ran and took the pie in my hands.

"Hey that's cheating!"

"No, that's outwitting you and I definitely won at that!" I flashed him a smile that I hoped was cute. I had no idea that it actually was. He just pointed a finger at me and said:

"You're on the wrong rail if you think you're getting away with this lady. You're headed for trouble!" But he took another pie, like admitting his defeat. He looked at the content of the basket and asked if I had any money. I said that it wasn't his turn to ask the question and went on. In the end, we had enough food for everyone and went to the cashier, were he paid anyway. We both kept each our pies and went back to the car. The way back went quicker than I had expected. Since we didn't want to get to the main point of the stories without our partners, we stayed in superficial talk, about what were his vampires, werewolves, etc, and the planets I visited, the aliens I saw. When we got to the motel, it didn't even seem like we were interrogating each other, more like two people exchanging life experiences. It helped release the tension. When we got into the room, the Doctor and Sam were both talking about the technology that would evolve and last through the years and the one which would fade and die quickly.

We gave each person something to eat and all settled comfortably to speak. We didn't know how long this would all take but we knew it would be long enough. First things first, we had to know who were the people in front of us and the Doctor convinced the men to tell us their story. The more we knew, the more we were stunned, but most of all, it was so filled with pain, loss, anger, despair. I couldn't help myself, I just sometimes had to clean my eyes from the tears that wanted to fall. They took turns in telling their stories and while Sam looked at us, Dean kept his eyes on his beer, like he was talking to it. He only raised his gaze from time to time and he reminded me then of someone. He reminded me of the Doctor. His gaze was too old for his face. He looked old, tired, sad and so lonely… And we gathered from their story that they were actually really lonely. The two of them were all they had. It was sad, incredibly sad. I stopped eating a while back. They looked at each other, expecting a reaction from us, but we were too surprised to answer. All the information they gave us was important for us to understand what was going on in this country. It was important for us to understand that it was nothing we've ever seen before.

Then it was our turn to tell our story, and it wasn't pretty either, nor simple. It was complicated, filled with enigmas, backs and forths in space and time, filled with populations devastated, ends of the world as the one they had avoided. I had to do the speaking, because the Doctor wasn't one to talk about it. But it was important to me that the boys knew that we could understand whatever they were feeling, because we've lived it in a way… After that, we were all very silent. We all knew we kept out a lot of aspects of our stories, but hours had gone by quickly, with experiences we wanted to forget and remember at the same time. But in the end, the Doctor spoke.

"We still don't have any idea of why the TARDIS brought us here, or why you are here…"

Dean exchanged a glance with Sam, before he started to talk.

« Lately, we've gone tired of doing the same thing. We keep hunting the monsters but they keep coming back… So we decided to try and track down some of them, find out where it started. And along the way, it seems that the founding member of a vampire's nest or a werewolves' pack always came from here. Every few years, there seem to be some weird events happening here, like a huge haunted day, a strange sickness day, witches day… A day when everything is so weird, the whole place goes to hell. The worst part is that people around here seem to forget all about this events. When we started asking around, no one knew anything, yet…" He stood up and looked for papers. "We have written proof of everything that happened those days, but not a soul around here remembers! There's just one thing they do remember is the appearance of that blue box in an awful noise a few days before those events happened. That's you guys… And from you said, it's the times your box brought you here instead of wherever it is you were going."

This was too strange for all of us, because it didn't make sense in any of our universes. But I guess that's what we'll have to find out. Together. We all had information the others needed, so we had no other choice. The Winchesters, The Doctor and Clara Oswald. Hopefully, we'd make quite a team.