Clara awoke, dazed and confused. She realized she was in the TARDIS but the Doctor wasn't in sight. Where could he be? Why would he leave her? And why on earth was she tied to the rail? It didn't make sense and her head stung, but she couldn't touch it.

"Doctor?" She called out. "Doctor, please, this isn't fun!" No response. Not a sound. She started to shout for help, pausing every now and then. During one pause, the TARDIS seemed to sigh. Clara was scared and worried. Who she had seen last night couldn't have been him, could it? Had she done something wrong? "Help! Can anyone hear me!? Help! Please!"

~~O~~

Sam and Dean walked the streets the next morning. It was just a simple walk, something for them to let out what was on their minds, which was why it was extremely quiet and just a walk. As they walked by the odd blue police box, the phone rang and the boys looked at each other. When Dean shrugged, Sam grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Help! Please! I don't know if you can hear me, I really hope so... Please! Get me out!" Came a female voice, she sounded British. Sam raised his voice a little bit.

"Hello? Where are you?"

"Please help me! Please... help!" Sam looked upset and Dean took the phone from him.

"Who's this?" He said in a gruff voice. His face softened when he heard quiet sobbing.

"Please..." Dean looked away from the phone, to Sam.

"We need to get in."

"Here, pick the lock." Sam said, handing him the small lock pick he kept in his pocket, but there was no need. Dean pulled the door open to find a huge room inside of a tiny box.

"Please..." The voice whimpered, followed by a soft quiet sob.

"Hello?" Sam asked, softly, still confused by the box.

"H-Hello?" She replied nervously.

"Where are you?"

"Over here... behind the console." She answered. Sam and Dean went around to find a young girl, looking to be in her late teens, early twenties, about Sam's age. There was a trail of half dried blood leading down from her right temple.

"Don't worry, we're going to get you out of here." Sam said as he pulled the pocket knife and cut the ropes that held her.

"I have to..I have to find him.." Clara muttered.

"Who?" Dean asked.

"The Doctor...he's not right. It's not him."

"Sammy, know any Doctors in town?"

"No, not doctors. Doctor. He's called the Doctor."

"What?"

"The Doctor... look I know it seems weird but he saves many lives and to do this... it isn't him. He's save the world many times and..you probably think I'm crazy, but he's saved other worlds. He isn't right. Something...something's wrong."

"Why do you say that?" Sam asked as he knelt next to her, having finished cutting the rope.

"Because he disappeared for a month and then brought me here. I think he said Lawrence, Kansas. I'm guessing America.. He said he was looking for some guys. Then he told me to get back into the TARDIS and that's when I blacked out." She raised her hand to her head and noticed the blood on her hand. She closed her eyes and sighed and when she opened them, she started to get up. She was a bit wobbly, enough that it caught Sam's attention, and he helped her up and held her as they made their way to the door of the strange box.

"Did he say who he was looking for?" Dean asked.

"Um, two people. Winchester, I think... Sam and Dean or something." Clara sighed as if remembering was difficult. Sam and Dean looked a little worried. "He said that we picked up a 'traveler' and that they would be able to help us get rid of it from the TARDIS."

"What's your name." Sam asked.

"Clara. Clara Oswald." She answered and stepped out of the TARDIS. "And yours?"

"Well, I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. Winchester." Sam introduced and then Clara caught on to their confused looks.

"So he's looking for you?" She asked. "You're supposed to help the TARDIS?"

"I don't know what that is.. What is he?"

"Amazing. Umm, he's an alien technically. Maybe he's a ganger or a shape shifter or something." She sounded upset. "It wasn't him."

"Okay, lets get away from here." Sam answered, his hand gently steadying her.

"Um...Sam? How'd you find me?"

"The box..the phone rang." He answered and she glanced at the box and whispered softly.

"Thank you. I'll bring him back."

"What?" Sam asked.

"Nothing." Clara responded softly. "Is there someplace we can go? I'd like to get washed up."

"Yeah. Of course." Sam still held her as they walked to the motel room just down the street. Inside, Dean plopped down onto a bed and Sam pointed to the bathroom. "Bathroom's right there, we'll be out here."

"Alright." Clara nodded and went into the restroom and locked the door. She took a washcloth off the shelf and held it in her hand. In the mirror, she saw the blood trail. It didn't seem serious but it made her feel faint just because of who did it.

"Clara? Would you like some help with that cut?" Sam called through the door. Clara sighed, glancing at her head, and unlocked the door.

"No funny moves, Sam."

"No, don't worry. That's Dean, not me." He said with a small smile. He gently took the washcloth from her hand and wet it. He was tall, much taller than Clara. He was cute too and she smiled. His hair was messy and hanging near his eyes. Ruggedly handsome, she thought to herself, and such beautiful eyes. He gently dabbed her forehead with the cloth. His touch was tender and the stinging from the cut didn't bother Clara one bit. He held her chin up and she couldn't help but look up at his face; it was concentrated but gentle. Dean watched from the bed with a small smirk.

"That's my boy." He whispered softly.

Sam tenderly put two butterfly bandages on the cut. She closed her eyes and sighed as Sam wiped the rest of the blood from her face and, on an impulse, kissed her forehead. Clara smiled a little and Dean's smirk grew.