Author's Notes: Yes, I know you're all incredibly pissed at me for disappearing for what was it? 6 months? I'm really disappointed in myself for letting this one go for so long. But I'm going to try and get back into it! Just in case I start to slack off again, go bug me on tumblr (heaven-clarence). It's one of the places all of my writing energy has been going. The original reason I stopped updating was NaNoWriMo in November and then I simply didn't pick it back up. Seriously though, bug me guys! You bug me and I will update! So, enjoy your next chapter! Sorry if it's sucky but I'm trying to get back into the swing of this story!

The first thing Dean Winchester heard in the waking world was the harsh intake of his own breath. His eyes darted around wildly, complete panic filling him. The new memories filled him, causing a sense of anger and disillusionment. When he caught sight of the angel standing next to him, his hand flew to his chest, the memories of the wings being burned into him flaring up. His head throbbed and he clutched the angel's shoulder, breathing heavily.

"Dean? Dean!" He barely herd the angel's voice as he slammed a hand to his head, the pain of the memories almost too much. Then one thought managed to fight its way through the jumbled mess that was the hunter's brain. He pushed the angel aside, looking around the room. Sam was there, asleep. All the others were still there, except one.

"Where's Amy?" He demanded, grabbing the angel's shirt.

"She's fine." Cas reassured, looking almost startled by the man's irrational behavior.

"Where?" His voice was gruff and his teeth gritted while another spasm of pain flew through his head, more details resurfacing.

"The main entry way. Dean, I- Dean!" The hunter had heard enough. The moment he caught wind of Amy's location, he was off, stumbling through the hallway. His concerned angel followed him closely. Eventually, Dean had to stop a moment, blinking rapidly against his now spotty vision. "Dean." Two fingers found their way to Dean's forehead and the breaking wall fell completely to pieces. This time, however, it didn't hurt so much.

"Which way?" Dean's voice was growling, a vicious voice he reserved only for the most serious of circumstances. The angel's fingers extended wordlessly and after a short ruffling of feathers they were bathed in the mellow blue light of the control room. "Amy." Dean breathed, moving across the room. The ginger was sprawled over a chair, sleeping soundly. Dean took her face in his hands, noting how she still didn't stir. "What happened to her?"

"We went to a bar."

"And?"

"She drank too much." There was a brief silence in the room as Dean's head turned slightly to look at the angel.

"You got her drunk?"

"She wouldn't let me wake you. I have important things to discuss with you Dean."

"You've got nothing to discuss with me." Dean interrupted harshly. "You run off with the tablet and then you pop back up to pull Amy back into the future and then vanish without a trace again. You feel like explaining why you didn't trust me and Sam enough to come back to us?" The angel's feet shuffled slightly, his guilt clearly evident.

"That's not important at the moment, Dean."

"Not important?" Dean's voice was hushed slightly in light of the fact that Amy was sleeping nearby. "I'd say that Naomi controlling your brain was pretty damn important. And, oh yeah, the fact that you stole the angel tablet and almost killed me? How about not even one message to say you were okay? No, Cas. You don't have anything to discuss with me." Dean turned back to Amy, scooping her up into his arms. Her head lolled gently on his arm and he readjusted his grip on her.

"Dean, there's some sort of demon wreaking havoc in London. It's killing people, Dean. Innocent people."

"Then handle it." Dean stalked of the control room, ginger in hand. Normally he would be all over helping Cas with this sort of thing, but now was different. His head was full of new memories and Cas was not to be trusted. Not yet. Castiel had to earn that pardon. He continued deeper into the strange machine, not liking the whirring sounds it was making.

"Dean, I will put Amy somewhere safe. We need to go." Cas had followed him, much to the hunter's irritation.

"I'm not leaving Sam." He told the angel pointedly.

"Then we'll wake him." There was a hand on his shoulder before various wing flapping was heard. He found his arms relieved of the red-headed burden and found himself before Sam.

"Where's Amy?" He demanded again, more than a little irritated at the angel pushing him around.

"I've put her into a bed." Cas wasn't looking at Dean now. He was staring at Sam as though confused by what he was seeing.

"What's your problem?" Dean gritted his teeth in annoyance, If Cas was going to drag their asses to London he had better hurry up and get it over with.

"People are dying." He responded shortly, putting his fingers out to the younger Winchester's forehead. He frowned. No reaction. His palm slid up to cover Sam's forehead. "I can't wake him." He informed Dean who glanced at him in surprise.

"Why not?"

"It must be the trials. They're interfering with my powers. Sam has moved too far into the dream root to be awakened." Cas moved away, his shoulders slightly slumped as he tried to think through the problem.

"I'm not leaving him, Cas." Dean said quietly, looking down at his younger brother. "He's asleep in a time machine full of some of the most dangerous people in the universe and I'm not leaving him. You're gonna have to fly solo this time." He turned to address this to the angel only to find that his strange friend had vanished. "Goodbye to you too." He muttered, glancing at the ceiling.

"So, Sam-bo, where are you from? Earth I'm guessing, 21st century judging by the clothes and the phone in your pocket. America too, blimey I'm certainly getting around more." Sam had been listening him talk for quite a while. Never seemed to shut up actually. Sometimes the conversation was interesting, but other times Sam wanted to pull his gun and shoot the man. It was a fine line for him to walk and he was barely keeping it together.

"And then there was the time with the giant spider woman-" The Doctor stopped mid-ramble, looking around at their surroundings.

"What is it?" Sam noticed the cease of chatter immediately. It was too quiet otherwise.

"Hold on." The Doctor reassured him, reaching into his coat. A silver device with a blinking blue end began waving around the area. Sam blinked in surprise, watching him stare at it and mumble to himself as though the whirring sound it made meant something to him.

"What is that?" The hunter inquired, looking between the man and his device.

"Sonic screwdriver." The Doctor hit the... screwdriver and resumed listening to its whir. "This way!" He glanced at Sam with an enormous grin before darting off into the trees. Sam stared after him with a look of utter disbelief before following the strange man.

Dean vanishing had scared the hell out of Sam. He had been left alone with this version of the Doctor, a dangerous man that they hardly even knew. The Doctor had no explanations to offer as to why Dean had gone. Sam could only hope that Dean was awake now, watching over their still forms in the depths of the TARDIS. Sam didn't know of anyone else he would rather have watching over him.

"Blimey! Twice in a regeneration!" Sam's head jerked up from looking at the ground. He had been completely lost in thought, worrying about his brother and Amy. He saw that the Doctor had stopped and was talking to another man. Since Sam didn't recognize him, he could safely assume that this was another version of the Doctor. Except he had a piece of celery attached to his jacket. This confirmed what Sam had been thinking all along. His walking companion was a complete lunatic.

"I'm sorry?" The celery Doctor asked. Sam's Doctor turned around with a grin plastered to his face.

"Sam! This is me! Fifth face! He was my favorite, oh yes!" Sam didn't know what to say to this so he simply let the Doctor prattle on, just as he had been doing. "I met him in this regeneration once before, just before the Titanic crashed into the side of the TARDIS. I was having trouble with the shields that day. First another TARDIS crashes into mine, then the Titanic."

"The Titanic crashed into your space ship?" Sam had to interrupt at this point, baffled at what he was being told. How did that even make sense?

"Well, it was a space version of the Titanic but it was full of some of the best people you would ever meet. Well, I suppose we ought to move along, eh Sam-bo? Good to see you again." Before the Fifth Doctor could even open his mouth to inquire as to what was happening, he disappeared in a shimmering light which then floated forward into the other Doctor's chest. He shivered, pressing the heel of his hand into his forehead. Obviously this was not an easy process.

"Alright, two lives out of ten stuck in here. There are still a lot of blank stretches. Bit odd, having so many hundreds of years missing from your memory. There's just a big blank." He shook his head, the brown hair waving as he did so. Sam could only gape at him. The Doctor was incredibly bizarre.

"So, Sam-bo, guess we'll be spending lots of time together, looking for my past regenerations and what not. I know you're not supposed to give spoilers, I've been told that's a rule future me has, but why don't you tell me about how we met? I'd be interested to know how I picked up two American companions. I normally try to steer clear because of the guns." The Doctor smiled at him again and Sam began wondering what sort of mess he and Dean had gotten themselves into.