A/N: hey chickens, another really short chapter, i'm sorry! i woke up this morning and promised myself to finally update this fic and then completely ran out of time and whipped this one out. i just got back from two months in france, so now that i am home i can finally write again! hoorah! and i pinky promise that i will be updating this fic for you few readers :)

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Dakota xx

Sam was up reasonably early the next morning, continuing his research from last night. This group intrigued him. This 'Doctor' intrigued him…

By the time Dean woke up it was mid-way through the afternoon and Sam had traipsed the internet for every mention of this Doctor. There were not as many as he had hoped there would be. Many of the sites that seemed to mention his name were completely blank when he tried to open the link. It wasn't just one or two of the sites either. Aside from the AA website, Sam only found another two sites that referenced this Doctor and that actually worked. All the others: nothing.

It was strange. Image searches came up with only that little image with red cross in the corner, none of them actually resulted in proper photos. It was like he had been erased. Yeah, it was definitely strange.

After lunch, it was time to head out to where the disappearance happened. As usual, when they finally got to check it out without the eyes of others to wonder what they hell they were doing, it was well dark and Sam and Dean were going around with their torches as the only source of light. Dean had his shotgun in his right hand, ready in case there was actually something behind these cases and both Winchester boys had a wooden stake tucked at their back. That Trickster wasn't going to escape them this time if he was in Phoenix.

It hadn't been long when Sam realised that there was someone else around them, someone else close to them. Dean sensed at practically the same time, so when the brothers turned to each other and saw their own look reflected in the other, they reacted in the same way, at the same time.

Dean hoisted his shotgun so that it no longer faced the floor and pointed his torch down the barrel while Sam uncovered his stake.

And that's when the potato walked out into the light in front of them.