A.N: Jeezus I took really long with this. I sorta forgot about everything except for the memories one, because me and the co-writer Kate just finished with the third one, and so I can post the rest of that. Anyways, as you probably know, we left off with the Winchesters and the Doctor scouring the known Universe for the perfect pie. I am still thinking about adding more elements to it, like maybe Crowley - I'll most definitely include Castiel. I was also considering the Master or Jack or both, but I need you guys to help me decide.

The Doctor, Dean, and Sam entered back into the TARDIS, and the two brothers noticed the Doctor seemed a bit more lighthearted. "Felt good, didn't it?" Dean said, leaning against the banister. The Doctor tried to fight back a smile. "Well, it didn't feel terribly bad." he said. Sam shook his head. "Okay, let's just get this perfect pie and get it over with."

The Doctor nodded and flipped some switches on the TARDIS console. "I did hear about this really great pie that originated from the planet Mooz - "

"Wait, Mooz?" Dean demanded. The Doctor rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes, yes, Mooz. Now, there's been several variations of that pie, but I thought we would go and get the original pie."

"As long as it's pie."

"Good then, that's settled. Now, just hold on for a minute. Mooz is a very rural planet, you know. It's on the very outskirts of the Universe. Hard to get there by means of regular space travel."

"But your TARDIS isn't regular, right?" Sam asked. The Doctor grinned boyishly. "My TARDIS is literally one of a kind! I can go almost anywhere in this baby!" he shouted. He danced around the console, flipping switches, pulling levers, turning dials, and slamming buttons down, taking the TARDIS into rocky flight across the Universe. The machine landed with a loud BANG and a sudden jerk, and then the Doctor sprung off of the floor a few moments later, smiling from ear to ear. "That was an adventure, wasn't it? Allons-y!" he cried, sprinting past the boys, hauling them to their feet, and then bounding to the door. He flung it open, grinning out at the crowded market full of Moozians. Dean and Sam poked their heads out of the TARDIS, daunted by the prospect of meeting an entirely new race of beings. The Moozians were about average height, with wild orange skin and flowing, mesmerizing blue hair that floated around them like they were underwater. Their eyes were unnervingly huge, like characters in anime or manga back on Earth, and they walked around with lobster claws for their left hands and eagle talons for their right. When the Doctor bounded out of the TARDIS and the Winchester brothers poked their heads outside, the Moozians gawked and stared. For some of them, their lobster claws twitched spasmodically, which gave Dean and Sam a bad feeling deep in their stomachs. The Doctor dragged the brothers out of the TARDIS and locked it up behind him and then lead them through the crowd excitedly. "I've only been here once, but I didn't have any time to sight see. I had a problem with a Moozian cult that wanted to 'purify' the rest of the planet. Y'know, 'purify' meaning they wanted to incinerate it. I had to stop them with a monarch and a toothpick. Actually, my plan worked better than I thought it would. Anyways, after I saved the planet, I had to return the monarch back to his world, then I stumbled upon an army of Daleks, and by that time I'd forgotten about Mooz altogether. Well, now I'm back, and I'm back for its pie!" the Doctor shouted. Sam and Dean exchanged concerned and confused looks but followed the Doctor through the city until they reached what the Doctor told them was a bakery. The Time Lord and the brothers stepped inside and were greeted by the Moozian at the counter, who said 'hello'. Sam and Dean were taken aback. "This thing speaks English?" Dean demanded in a whisper. The Doctor laughed. "No, actually it's speaking in a series of clicks that sort of resemble Morse Code back on Earth, but not really. It's the TARDIS - she translates different languages inside your head so you can understand almost every language in the Universe. Neat, innit?" he explained. Dean was confused, but Sam seemed to understand. He explained it to his brother in simpleton terms while the Doctor approached the counter. "'Allo, there. I'm the Doctor."

"Welcome to our bakery!" The alien's voice was almost robotic - monotone. The Doctor frowned, but shrugged it off. He hadn't been here in ages, maybe he'd just forgotten how they spoke. "Right, yes, er, d'you happen to still have your famous pie?"

"I apologize. It has been selled."

The Moozian twitched and corrected itself. "What I mean, of course, is that it has been sold."

The Doctor nodded slowly, appraising the creature with his eyes. "Right. Erm, to whom?"

"That is confi-fid-"

The creature twitched again, it's neck feelers whirling around spasmodically. This time, the Doctor didn't overlook it. There was something wrong. "Sam, Dean, get in the TARDIS." he said over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off of the broken baker. The brothers exchanged glances and then Dean replied, "No way, E.T."

"Just do it."

"We're not leaving you here." Sam said.

"Do what I say."

"We told you, no." Dean replied. The Doctor whirled around, shoved his face in theirs, and hissed, "You don't know what danger you could be in. Get in the TARDIS. Now."

The brothers stumbled back, but did not leave the shop. "What the hell're you gonna do about it?" Dean snarled. He didn't like the idea of leaving the skinny, defenseless guy there alone when the Doctor may be his only way back to Earth - and the perfect pie. The Doctor's face was dark, but he turned back around, to which the Moozian at the counter cocked its head, seemingly fine. "Welcome to our bakery!" it said for a second time. The Doctor wasn't fooled. He leaned over the counter, analyzing the creature's five eyes. "What's going on here?" he wondered quietly. The thing's feelers twitched, but it quickly got them under control. "We sell baked items made here in Mooz." it replied. The Doctor didn't let up. "You know what I'm talking about."

"Would you like a complimentary cookie?"

It reached its lobster claw underneath the counter and it rose, gently holding a glowing green, ovular cookie. The Doctor glanced at the cookie, suspecting foul play. The Moozian didn't blink, nor did it look down at the cookie it was offering to the Time Lord. "No." the Doctor murmured. The cookie was dropped. It landed on the floor with a crack and shattered. The Doctor didn't look down. "Don't touch it." he said to the Winchesters, who he sensed were already leaning down to inspect the shards of the baked good. "Is it supposed to do that?" Dean wondered. The Doctor squinted at the Moozian. "No." he said, this time to the Winchesters. Although he didn't look at them once, he knew they stood back up and slowly inched away from the broken pieces. "Did it just try to kill you?" Sam asked.

"I believe so."

"Why?"

"Because I know something's wrong." the Doctor replied. He didn't move, but he could sense that the alien before him was getting nervous. "What's your name?" he asked. The thing did not reply, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the claw twitching. "What's your name?" he repeated, with more firmness. No reply. "What've you done?" The Doctor stumbled back, shocked by what he had just realized. It wasn't a Moozian. The Winchesters caught him and steadied him on his feet, and then looked accusingly at the creature that stared at the three of them, unblinking. "What? What's wrong?" Sam demanded as Dean reached for his gun. "Are any of them real?" the Doctor demanded of the Moozian. It twitched but offered no answers. "It's got a Shimmer." the Doctor realized. Sam and Dean didn't let go of him, and it was more like they were holding on to him for support. "What the hell is a 'Shimmer'?" Dean demanded, freaked out by everything that was happening. "What are you?" the Doctor wondered quietly. He slowly slipped his hand into his coat and inched out the sonic screwdriver, careful to not alert the impostor of what he was about to do. "What have you done?" he repeated. The creature let nothing escape until the Doctor - in one smooth, quick motion - whipped out the screwdriver and flicked it on, aiming the glowing blue tip at the thing, who screeched. A yellow light fell like a curtain around its body and the creature underneath shrieked horribly. The Doctor dropped his screwdriver in his rush to cover his ears, along with the Winchesters, who dropped their weapons. When the thing was done, all three dove to the floor to gather what they'd dropped and they bolted out of the bakery without taking a second glance at the awful thing that had been concealing itself as a Moozian. They pushed through the crowd outside, suspicious of everything and everyone out there, and slammed into the TARDIS recklessly. The Doctor fumbled in his coat pocket for the TARDIS key, hearing the screeches of the thing behind them, coming closer and closer. They heard faint whizzing behind them and the Doctor stopped himself from cursing. He slammed his fists against the TARDIS' blue siding in frustration. "They key! I must've dropped the key!" he shouted, banging his head against the palm of his hand. The Winchester's stomachs sank and the three men frantically looked around in the dirt as they watched other Moozians dropping their Shimmers out of the corners of their eyes. The snarling, foaming, red creatures advanced, their jagged tails dragging across the dirt and their claws glittering in the sunlight. Dean glanced up for just a second and froze, his blood turning to ice and spiders trickling down his spine. The entire market was overrun with the things, the horrifying creatures with glowing black eyes, if that made sense. "Sammy..." Dean choked. His brother ignored him and continued scouring the ground and avoiding looking at the creatures. Dean's throat dried and he couldn't swallow. He felt like he was suffocating. He fumbled in his belt to find his gun and he shakily pulled it out, his entire body shivering with the chill that exuded from their cold, black eyes. The Doctor seemed to feel it, too, and he looked up at the monsters. "Gaaliebliues." he whispered hoarsely. Sam finally looked up as well and paled. "It's not actually their... their appearance that is so terrifying..." the Doctor began in a fearful whisper. Dean snarled. "Then what the hell is?" he mumbled back. To him, those things looked pretty damn horrifying. The Doctor continued, slowly backing away from them and pressing himself against the TARDIS. "It's the fact that they literally expel fear from their bodies. They send out epinephrine from their bodies and send huge doses into ours, making it possible for us to die of fear."

Dean choked on air and Sam glanced at him anxiously. He knew that Dean had literally almost died of fear once before. This would not bode well with him, which was a good thing for the two humans and the one Time Lord standing there. His trembling fingers found his gun and he held it up, already cocked. The creatures stopped, seemingly confused. The eldest Winchester brother glanced at the gooey saliva dripping from their fangs and their glowing black eyes. "I'm not... I'm not gonna die... again!" he growled. The things hissed. "You... you..."

"Gaaliebliues." the Doctor whispered unhelpfully.

"Whatever. You don't frickin' scare me."

"Well, they should."

"Shut up, Doctor! Listen, I've been through so much frickin' shit that I can't even tell you half of it. Crazy things you wouldn't even believe. I've died one hundred and eleven times, you dickbags."

Sam was about to say something, but Dean whirled around and growled, "Yes, I've been counting. I counted how many times I died in your crazy alternate reality, too."

He turned back around. "And I'm not about to make it one hundred and twelve." he said. The Doctor's eyes were wide with astonishment, and the creatures seemed pretty shocked, as well. "So if you want to kill us, don't. I'll shoot every frickin' one of you. And if that doesn't work, I've got a few angels and a King of Hell that owes me favors, so do you really want to take that gamble? Now, you ugly sons-of-bitches, back the hell off!" Dean ended in a shout. The Doctor and Sam were impressed, even more so when the Gaaliebliues took several steps away from him. Dean closed his eyes with relief, but they snapped open when he heard one of the monsters hissing. "You think you do not fear us?" it said. Dean smirked. "By now, I don't think I'd fear anything."

He heard the Doctor scoff behind him but stay silent. "You do not have power over us."

"Maybe not, but I'm really excited to see what color your brains are."

"Our... brains?"

Dean aimed the gun and pulled the trigger within a second and the bullet spiraled into the creatures face, squirting black goo all over the things behind him. He sighed with relief - he didn't even know if these things had brains and he'd just guessed that their brains might be in their heads. The other beasts stepped back further but their hisses grew louder and they stomped their claws on the dirt angrily. Dean felt the Doctor's hand on his arm, trying to pull him back. "That's their charging ritual." he whispered faintly. Dean yanked his arm away until he felt Sam's iron grip on his shoulder. "Don't be an idiot."

"Don't be a sissy." Dean snarled back, pulling away from him, too. He breathed deeply and swelled up his chest, then closed his eyes and whispered a quick prayer. Now, he turned and leapt back to the Doctor and Sam. "Close your eyes, now!" he shouted to them. Without hesitation, both the Doctor and Sam did as Dean said, and at that moment they felt a searing hot pain on their backs and saw the brightness through their eyelids, heard the screeches and screams of the things dying, felt something wet and sticky slap against them. When the light died out, they opened their eyes and turned back to where the mob had been just seconds earlier, but was now just a pile of black ooze and fragments of red skin. Dean reached down and scooped up a long, ebony fang from the ground. He blew the dust off of it and examined it in the light as the Doctor and his brother picked the alien's insides from off of their clothing and out of their hair. Dean looked up as Castiel walked calmly toward them. "Are you alright?" he asked. Dean nodded and glanced over his shoulder at the Doctor and Sam. "What were those creatures?" the angel asked. Dean furrowed his brow for a moment, but slowly said, "Gaaliebliues," swelling up his chest with pride at the ability to say that. Castiel turned his piercing blue eyes to the Doctor and Sam. "Hello, Sam."

"Cas."

"Who is this?"

Dean slipped past Castiel and Sam and helped the Doctor to his feet. "The Doctor." the alien said, extending a hand to Castiel, who shook it warily. "I am Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord."

The Doctor's eyes widened and the corners of his mouth upturned in an awed and excited smile. He let go of Castiel's hand and puffed out his chest, and then tried to put on a serious expression. "I'm a Time Lord." he said, as if Castiel was supposed to be impressed. The angel cocked his head. "They're all dead."

"Guess not."

"They were destroyed in the Time War."

"Not all of them."

"How many survived?"

"Just one. Well, sometimes two. It gets a bit... complicated." the Doctor explained, furrowing his brow and looking at nothing, as if he himself was trying to figure it out. Castiel's eyes searched the Doctor's, who returned the gaze. "You're old." Castiel said in a low tone. The Doctor smirked and nodded. "You are, too."

Dean and Sam exchanged glances and then broke in. "Wait a minute," Dean said, putting a hand on Castiel's chest as a signal for him to stop talking. The angel looked down confusedly at the hand but let Dean speak. "You knew about aliens this whole time and you never told us?" the man demanded. Castiel looked at him. "I didn't think you were interested." he said truthfully.

"Aliens, Cas. Friggin' aliens!"

"You never asked - "

"You couldn't just have tossed that in the 'helpful hint' drawer?"

"There is no - "

"I know there isn't a drawer, but I should put one in!" Dean growled. The Doctor put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Now, it wasn't really his place to tell you, was it? I mean, the human race isn't exactly ready for proper aliens to come down and make contact. Not like they haven't already, but, you know. Humans." he said, addressing the last word to Castiel, who nodded empathetically. Dean looked between the two and threw up his arms. "We're never gonna find the perfect pie, are we?" he demanded with exasperation. Sam tried to break in and tell them that they'd just be happy going back home, but the Doctor spoke before he could. "Of course we will! Don't lose hope! I will find you the perfect pie, and then I'll take you back to Earth and you can keep doing what you do!" he said. The Doctor whirled toward the TARDIS and then frowned. "I haven't got the key." he muttered. Castiel furrowed his brow and then reached into the pocket of his trench coat to pull out a silver key that glinted in the light of the two suns. "Is this your key?" he asked. The Doctor grinned. "Oh, yes!" he cried, snatching the key from Castiel and kissing it. "How did you find it?"

"It was on the ground."

"Where? We were searching everywhere for it! Oh, never mind. Doesn't seem to matter anymore, innit? Allons-y!" the Doctor cried, opening the TARDIS door and leading the way inside. Sam followed him uneasily, but Dean stayed behind with Castiel. "Thanks for saving our asses back there." he said. Castiel nodded. "What are you doing with the Doctor?" he asked. Dean shrugged and smiled. "He's helping us find the perfect pie."

"Pie?"

"Yeah."

"How did you get into that kind of danger?"

"I dunno... it's weird. Wherever the Doctor goes, there's something deadly and dangerous."

Castiel frowned. "I've heard legends about the Doctor."

"Oh, yeah?"

"They say he's a Lonely God. A lonely angel."

"Is he?"

"What?"

"An angel... or a God."

"I don't know. I looked into his eyes - into his soul, and I saw something angelic and holy but..."

"But?"

"I saw... the Devil. He has something so dark inside of him, and yet something so pure."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know. There's a battle inside him, between dark and light, heaven and hell, insanity and purity."

"He seems so happy."

"I know."

"How?"

Castiel squinted into the suns and sighed. "I have no idea. It's painful just looking inside of him. He's... he's so sad, Dean." he said softly. By this time, the Doctor and Sam had grown impatient of waiting, and the Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS with a smile. "Are we quite ready?" he asked. Dean looked over his shoulder at the Doctor and nodded. "Yeah, just give me a minute."

The Doctor sighed and rolled his eyes playfully, but then disappeared back into the TARDIS and got everything up and running. Dean turned, about to follow him, but Castiel snatched his arm and pulled him in close, leaning in to whisper. "Look into his eyes, Dean." Castiel murmured. Dean stood there for a moment, but when he blinked, the angel was gone. He shook himself off and slowly entered the TARDIS. The Time Lord danced past him and reached to close the doors, but before he did he concealed a sad look out at the dead Gaaliebliues, and then he closed the doors.

A/N:Again, sorry this chapter took so long, but I like it. I got a bit into my theory that the Doctor has a little Master locked up tight inside. I may or may not work off of this theory. You got your Castiel, and now I need something new for them to do to look for the Pie. I went over the reviews for this again and I realized that a lot of you want me to take them to the Wild West, and I have decided that they will go there after they find the Pie! Please leave a review about what you think of the chapter or the story so far. Thanks, my ducklings!