It had been six months since everything went quiet. No one talked in the bunker. At first Sam had talked to Dean, sat by him, then tried to reason with him. He was surprised Dean wasn't running to a cross-roads the first chance he had. They stopped hunting. Once and a while Sam went on his own, but Dean never left his room. Sam was worried sick, but nothing he did could help. Dean didn't even drink. There was nothing left in his eyes. Not even pain, that was what scared Sam the most.
Dean never asked about Sam or Kevin or the damn world he promised to protect from it's own evils. He just stared at the wall. All day. All night.
He cared for Abigail, she never left his room either. Her crib was next to his bed. She barely saw anyone but Dean. He had refused to let go of her at first, but every once and awhile Dean will hand her over and lock himself back in his room.
He was staring at the wall, rocking Abigail back and forth, when suddenly the air around him swirled. He looked up, it was probably an angelic visitor. But there was no man, just a square outline unfading, appearing in his room.
This was a new one, but it was hard to surprise Dean now. He thought of Abigail and tucked her tiny body under his jacket that he was wearing. Not noticeable unless you were looking for it. But Dean was worried, no one ever knew about... No he couldn't think, it was too painful. But he was scared; no one ever did know of their offspring being born or even made in the first place, they weren't even sure how it was possible. The whole thing was scandalous to say the least, plus the angels would be after it in a heart beat. All four of them had said nothing, they would never risk the safety of the child, or of each other.
The blue box was easier to see now, and was making this weird whirring noise that made Dean cringe. Dean didn't move, he just waited. He really wasn't afraid of anything now. If he died, whatever. And Abigail would go with Sam and blah blah blah. It would be fine.
The whirring and the breeze stopped and Dean just stared at it. It was a police box, one from, well, over 50 years ago at the least. The door opened and a man stepped out. He looked relatively normal, well except for the bow tie. Bow ties aren't cool.
The man turned to him. "Hello!" He said joyfully. "Amy! Rory! This is interesting!" He yelled into the box.
"That's what you always say Doctor!" Said a woman's voice from inside the box. A second later a tall red headed girl exited the box, locking it behind them.
"He thinks everything is interesting! Don't be fooled!" Called another voice from inside, this time male. The voice talking got louder and a skinny blond male came out of the box as well.
Dean just stared. His old self would've been up in their faces, yelling, but he just sat quietly, waiting for an explanation.
"Not talkative are we?" The man said curiously. He pulled some sort of mechanical over sized pencil out of his pocket and waved it around. It made sort of a buzzing noise accompanied by a green light. Okay, not a pencil.
"Earth, Kansas, yep. He's human... But there's... Some sort of radiation or energy or something, mixed in." The man said. Dean huffed a laugh.
He came closer and Dean stiffened. "Your eyes, they are old. Like mine..." He trailed off. "Something smells off! What is that?" He asked looking around the room, hungrily.
"Is he a traveler as well?" The blond man; Rory, asked.
"Doctor, why is he not talking?" Asked Amy, the red headed one. "Is he... Off?"
"No Amy, he's not handicapped or deaf if that's what you mean." The Doctor said, still observing the room, distracted. Dean raised his head glaring at her. She met his eyes with a curious gaze and then turned away.
The man had a weird name: Doctor. Old Dean would've been suspicious of it, but now, he knew sometimes it was best to listen. Still, it was intriguing.
"Well why isn't he responding then?" Amy asked.
"Just being difficult, maybe he has no reason to talk, perhaps he just wants to listen. Look around the room, I don't think he's one to be scared. Wary, would be my guess." The Doctor informed as he observed the room.
There were knives and swords and guns everywhere, he noted. There were pictures of a younger him and an even younger boy. There were pictures of older people too, a blonde woman and a dark haired man in wedding attire. But there was one it all centered on. It had the man in the room in it, but he was hugging the tall one, probably his brother, but he was also hugging another man. There was a blur around the man in the battered trench coat, almost like a tiny perception filter. This person was different from the rest, his eyes didn't fit. Interesting.
The door swung open and a large man, perhaps the tall one in the picture ran in with a gun.
"Stay still." He ordered and ran to his brother. They locked eyes and immediately, the tension dropped. He looked at his brother.
He turned to them. "Who are you?" He demanded.
"Put the gun down." The Doctor said.
"Why should I? Who are you?" The man said. His long hair was tangled and his face was hard.
"We don't have weapons," The Doctor promised. "I don't like guns."
The man put his gun down on the bed.
"Look, I don't know exactly who you are but, apparently you're well heard of." He started. "I'm Sam by the way, and that's my brother Dean."
"What do you mean well heard of? What do you know of me?" He persisted.
"I know you're The Doctor. And that I can trust you with my life. But I also know that death follows you constantly." Sam said plainly.
"Yes." He sighed. "That is true. Also, this is Amy and Rory. They're humans, don't worry." He said reassuringly. "Were you expecting me? Your introduction sounds rehearsed." He asked, curious.
"No," Sam laughed. "I was in the main room, when this blue blinking light went off. I'd never heard it before, so I looked it up. It had a page about the 'Blue Box' alert." Sam said making air quotes.
Dean laughed a sad laugh from across the room. It reminded him of...
"Oh, sorry." Said Sam turning to Dean. He turned back to the visitors. "But it had a whole page on you. I swear you've saved this Earth more times than we have!" He laughed, happy to be talking to someone again.
"Where are we? Why do you have lights and buttons and top secret pages, on me?" The Doctor asked, almost bouncing. "Where are we?" He said with more excitement.
"Were in the Men of Letters Bunker." Sam said with a smile.
"Men of Letters, Men of Letters," The Doctor repeated trying to jog his memory," Oh! The Men of Letters! Yes yes! Oh I love them!" He paused. "They usually don't have so many guns." He said narrowing his gaze.
"Well were the only ones left, and we were hunters before." Sam informed.
"Hunters?" Rory asked.
"What are Men of Letters?" Amy questioned.
"I'll explain everything," Sam said happily. "Just follow me." He walked out the door, Amy first, then Rory followed by The Doctor who glanced back at the suspiciously quiet man, who's demeanor hadn't changed before he exited the dusty, gun filled room.