Pairing: Eleven/Dean or TARDIS/Impala
Words: 268
Rating: K
"Doctor! What did you do to my car?" Dean stomped over to him. The dude had turned his beloved car a different color, and there were slight differences about her on the inside; little levers and switches. He didn't like it.
"I don't know what you're talking about Dean. She looks fine." The Doctor was smiling, sitting on the hood.
The Winchester groaned out of annoyance, "She's blue. That telephone box blue. What did you do?"
"The TARDIS fused with your car. Isn't it wonderful?" He smiled, taking out a handkerchief and buffing out a small spot on the windshield.
"Wonderful? No, I don't need my car traveling through time. That's what Deloreans are for." Dean huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, going to stand next to the Time Lord, wanting him to do something about this.
"Yes, but now I can ride in back with Castiel. Winchesters in front, Doctors and Angels in back." The Doctor smiled, patting the man on the shoulder before excitedly hopping off and getting into the backseat, buckling himself up. He poked his head out of the open window, "Can we listen to music on the way? I like your music, Dean."
Dean couldn't help but crack a smile. He didn't know what it was about this guy, but he made lots of things humorous. Maybe he could deal with his baby having a friend for a few days, "…Dammit. Sam, Cas, come on! Everyone in the… TARDIS…pala. Wow, that sounded better in my head."