Title: The Companion
Author: Nemainofthewater
Warning: Spoilers for Supernatural season 4 and Doctor Who up to season AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It belongs to the BBC and the CW network.
A/N: Not sure if I mentioned this in the last chapter, but Bobby was knocked out by Cas.
Chapter 3
With a bang, a shot glass full of clear liquid was placed in front of the Doctor.
The Doctor poked it carefully, sniffed it, and then, for good mesure, held it up against one ear.
As it seemed harmless, he dipped a finger in and licked it.
"Holy water. Not something you see a lot outside of a church. So, what are you doing with it? Well, you wanted me to drink it before you would talk to me, which would indicate that it's some sort of precautionary matter. Now, the question is, for what?"
"Tell me something Doctor. Do you believe in ghosts?" asked Dean.
"Yes," the Doctor replied without missing a beat.
"Really? What about werewolves? Things, unexplainable things, that go bump in the night? You still believe in all that?" Dean continued, his voice getting louder and louder as he recited his litany.
"Yes," the Doctor repeated once again.
"Then let me ask you one more question Doctor. Do you believe in demons?"
Donna woke up from a surprisingly peaceful rest. She yawned slightly, and then opened her eyes only to see that she was in a strange room.
She ought to be worried, but she was so relaxed…She shot up suddenly, all content feelings vanishing.
She remembered. The Doctor's friend. What had he done? Donna pushed the fogginess away from her mind and tried to concentrate.
She shook her head, but it was no use. The last thing she remembered before she was knocked unconscious was a pair of fingers, for some reason.
"You seriously want me to believe that you are a 900 year old alien?" asked Dean incredulously.
"What, so you believe in ghosts, werewolves, demons and other supernatural creatures, but you don't believe in aliens?" said the Doctor.
"I don't believe in aliens because aliens don't exist," Dean snapped back.
"Haven't you heard about all the alien invasions in Britain?"
"It's Britain; I figured that that's normal." Dean replied.
The Doctor favored him with a look that told him in no uncertain terms that he was an idiot, not unlike the one that Bobby used on occasions.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Look, I don't care if you think you're an alien. Just help me get him into the car." He finished, gesturing at Bobby.
The Doctor, though clearly wanting to argue further, picked Bobby's top half up and started to help Dean drag him to the car.
Amelia stared at the phone. It had been 3 hours and the Doctor had yet to call.
She tensed suddenly. Someone was in the room with her!
"Hi," an unfamiliar voice asked, "I was wondering if you could tell me where I am?"
Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. It was just Donna.
"You're at my house," she finally replied.
"Yeah, sorry," said Donna, "I think I blacked out. Could you tell me who you are?"
Amelia gave her a watery smile.
"Amelia Novak. I used to travel with the Doctor. Only for a couple of years though. Not like…" she stopped midsentence as her face crumpled as she remembered exactly why Donna was here.
Donna stared at Amelia, aware that she had made a faux pas but unsure as to what the matter was. Eventually she made her way over to Amelia and started to pat her back in a way she hoped was comforting.
Amelia turned and started sobbing into Donna, as the floodgate opened and all the worries of the last few weeks were let out.
Then the phone rang.
"So you want me to believe you're an actual 900 year old alien who travels around time and space in a blue Police Box?" Dean asked sceptically for the seventh or eighth time.
"For the last time, yes!" the Doctor replied irritably.
Dean held up his hands defensively.
"Fine, I just needed to check." In a slightly lower tone of voice he continued, "Well it's not as if it could get any weirder. Rising from the dead, angels and now aliens!"
"What was that about rising from the dead?" Asked the Doctor suddenly. Without waiting for Dean to answer, he strode forwards and started buzzing his sonic screwdriver around him.
"Huge energy readings, not anything I've ever heard of before though. How long have you been dead for?"
"Four months apparently," Dean replied, his face wearing an expression that most usually held after knowing the Doctor for any amount of time, one of complete bewilderment.
"Four months, that would mean that whoever resurrected you would have to create a new body to put your consciousness in or use a lot of energy to heal the old one. There aren't many people with that kind of power."
"What about angels?"
"If angels do exist and aren't just a disguise for an alien race, then yes, I suppose they would be."
Dean grasped at the hope that Castiel might not actually be an angel, and leaned forwards towards the Doctor, all sceptism gone.
"So Doctor tell me about these aliens of yours."
Amelia and Donna arrived at the meeting place that the Doctor had described.
It was disturbingly empty with no one in sight and with no noises other than the wildlife; quite an amazing feat as they were barely 200 yards from the motorway.
"I am in need of your assistance."
The duo spun round in surprise for it was not the Doctor who stood there but Jimmy.
"Who are you and where's the Doctor?" asked Donna as Amelia couldn't seem to find it in her to talk.
"The one you call the Doctor is not here. I am Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord."
"And why do you 'require our assistance'?" said Donna, confused and not a little angry.
Beside her, Amelia stepped closer Castiel until they were practically nose to nose.
"And if we help you, will you leave Jimmy alone?" she said softly, almost gently.
"It has already been asked of me. I am afraid that I cannot grant that request." He replied, no emotion colouring his voice.
"You won't give him back. I can't understand that, but I will have to trust my husband's judgement. But please, let me at least talk to him. I need to tell him goodbye."
Castiel, head cocked to one side, a faraway look appeared in his eyes and he appeared to be listening to something that neither Donna nor Amelia could hear.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime to Amelia, the faraway look in his eyes vanished and he rested the full force of his gaze on her.
"Help us," he started, "and you may talk to your husband."
Amelia didn't even think. Ignoring Donna's questions she replied with the only thing she could.
"Deal," she said.
I'm sorry that this wasn't up sooner, I was on holiday then the shock of returning to school hit me, so I didn't have any time to write.