The smell of freshly cooked bacon was the first thing that woke her up. The second was the insanely hot guy peering over her, a look of concern in his puppy eyes. Rose blinked, confused for a moment. Sheets…. she thought, taking a fistful in her hand, feeling the rough cotton against her skin. Looking around, she blinked some more, letting in the bad lighting, noticing a small table on the other side of the room with a small stove and mini-fridge. Flies were buzzing around the light bulb, eagerly awaiting their fried deaths. There was another man- equally as hot, she might add- sitting at the table, a newspaper spread out in front of him. Wait a second…. she thought, If I'm here with them…. Rose looked down at herself, expecting to be fully nude, but no. She was still clad in her hoodie and jeans, even if they were slightly damp- from what?

"Are you okay?" the first guy said, watching tentatively as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, the sheets getting tangled up at her feet. Everything began to spin, she clutched the sides of her head, to find there was a large bandage wrapped around it. She ran her fingers against it gently, feeling a slight tingle of pain if she pressed lightly against it.

"What….?" she asked. She hadn't remembered anything after the fall….

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the man said, takin ghee hand and gently placing it at her side. Rose glared at him, jerking her hand away.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm Sam," Sam said, "and that's my brother, Dean. Listen you took a nasty hit-"

"Don't touch me!" Rose exclaimed, pushing herself up off the bed. Swaying, she held a hand against her forehead before regaining her balance. Dean was still reading the paper, not paying attention to what was happening. Sam held his hands out, somewhat defensively.

"Okay, okay," Sam said calmly, "I won't. Your name is Rose, right?" Rose widened her eyes, slightly frightened.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"I found this in the backseat of the car," Sam said as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small card- my I.D. card, Rose thought, I forgot I had it with me. Hesitantly, rose took a step forward, Sam holding the card out slowly. She snatched it, shoving it in the pocket of her hoodie before asking, "Where am i? Is this still England? Please tell me it still is England…."

"Don't worry, sweet cheeks," Dean piped up, "your still in your precious land of tea and crumpets." Rose glared at him.

"They are scones, thank you very much!" she corrected, "and who are you people? Did you kidnap me?!"

"Nothing like that, kid," Dean laughed, "Sammy over there said you fell out of the sky and landed on my baby, took a nasty hit to the head too."

"Out of the sky….." she repeated, her voice almost a whisper. Sam nodded as he added, "Yeah- what happened?" Rose shot him a worried look. If they saw me fall out of the TARDIS….

"Yep, like fireworks on the fourth," Dean muttered.

"If you bought me here…." she said, "then where's the Doctor…..?" This time, Dean turned around in his chair, "Did she just say Doctor?" Rose nodded, turning back to him.

"Yes," she confirmed, "if you saw me fall out of the TARDIS, then surely-"

"Wait, wait wait," Dean interrupted, "TARDIS? What the heck is that?"

"It's a time traveling machine," Rose answered. Dean licked his lips, sharing a glance with Sammy. This girl had to be insane, because there was no such things as time traveling machines, even if they did have a fancy name.

"Okay, and you said the Doctor what…?"

"Well, if you saw me fall out of the TARDIS, then surely you saw the Doctor inside?" Rose asked.

"And you expect em to believe that you go around with a Doctor traveling through time in a machine?" Dean asked incredulously. Rose nodded, biting her lip. Sam purse chis lips. Yeah, the story seemed weird, but it couldn't have been any weirder then anything he and his brother handled in the past.

"Dean, just stop," Sam said, glaring at him, hoping his look told his brother, "You have got to be kidding me." Dean opened his mouth to protest, then shut it, turning his attention back to the paper in front of him.

"First: Does TARDIS stand for anything?" Sam asked. Rose nodded.

"Of course it does," she said, "Time And Relative Dimensions In Space." Sam nodded, sighing.

"Okay, second: what does it look like?" Rose raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Are you interrogating me? Are there cameras?" she asked, her eyes darting to the corners of the ceiling. Sam shook his head.

"This is not an interrogation, Miss Tyler," Sam said, "and we took out the security cameras while you were sleeping,s o don't worry." Dean laughed.

"What, Dean?" Sam asked, annoyed.

"Dude, that sounds extremely creepy when you say it like that," Dean giggled, rubbing his chin. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry about him," Sam sad, he's immature. Anyway, can you tell us what this…."

"TARDIS," Rose repeated.

"Yeah, this TARDIS, what does it look like?"

"A blue phone booth from the 1900's," Rose said. She cringed as Dean laughed again.

"You fell out of a blue phone booth that travels by flying?" Dean said. Rose glared at him.

"Yeah! You got a problem with it?" she challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. Sam sighed- Dean was such a child, and acting like that at such a time was so inappropriate.

"Dean, we all know about your fear of flying, now just shut up!" Sam pleaded, "and besides, it doesn't sound as weird as the stuff we do, okay?!" Dean raid his hands in defense, going back to the paper as Rose ave him a quizzical look.

"Whatever dude," Dean muttered, "I'm just saying."

"What is it you people do?" Rose asked. Sam opened his mouth, then shut it, his hands suddenly feeling clammy with sweat- how could he explain what he and his brother did to a girl who claimed to travel through time with a doctor?

"Uh…. hunting things, saving lives…." Sam said, "the family business, you know?"

"The family business?" she pressed on, noticing how nervous he was, how he clasped his hands together, rubbing his thumbs against his palms. Sam nodded as she asked, "What kind of things?"

"You know, the usual," Sam said, trying to avoid the subject altogether. Rose cocked her head.

"you mean like Daleks?" she asked.

"What?" Rose shrugged.

"You know, the little metal aliens covered in balls?" she went on. Sam and Dean exchanged another look- this chick obviously was either mental or they had hit her pretty hard.

"Balls…..?" Dean asked, unsure. Rose nodded, holding her arm out to make it look like it was coming out of her forehead.

"With, like, the glowing plunger things on their heads….?" she said hopefully. She looked between the two men, both really confused. Sighing, she put her arm down.

"I don't think we've ever encountered…. Daleks," Sam shook his head.

"Then what about the Cybermen?" she asked, "an Ood? A Weeping Angel for the Doctor's sake?!" Sam and Dean shook their heads.

"I think we hit you pretty hard…." Dean said, Rose stamping her foot into the moldy green carpet with frustration.

"I'm fine! But how could you not know about these things!? They plaque the entire universe!" she said with spite.

"If they plague the entire universe, how come we haven't fought them?" Dean teased.

"If you haven't fought them what kinds of monsters do you fight?" Rose asked.

"Vampires…." Dean said, "leviathans, werewolves, zombi-"

"Back it up," Rose cut him off, tucking a strand of blond hair behind her ears, :did you say werewolves?" Dean nodded slowly, as if he were dealing with a child.

"Yeah, why?" He and Sam watched as she began pacing the room, muttering and mumbling nervously to herself.

"What was that?" Sam asked, cupping an ear.

"Werewolves…" Rose said, "they're around where your from, right? Which is where?"

"Um, America?" Sam asked- couldn't she tell by the accents?

"That means…." Rose trailed off, biting her nails.

"Means what?" Sam asked. Dean crossed his arms, impatient- he hated the way she acted already, scared out of her wits, mumbling. It was obviously the actions of an unstable person, he decided, this girl is insane. Rose waved the question away as if it were a fly buzzing in her ear, saying, "Never mind that. But can you tell me what happened to him? The Doctor?"

"What happened when you were on the TARDIS?" Sam asked.

"Well, there was this flash of light…." she said, "although I knew it was not his regeneration energy because he isn't supposed to regenerate yet….."

"Wait," Dean piped up, "he regenerates, like, an iguana or something?" Rose nodded.

"Yes, somewhat like an iguana when its tail is cut off," she confirmed, Dean widening his eyes at his brother.

"Dude, she's lost it," Dean said finally.

"Just hear me out, okay?" she pleaded, then continued, "anyway, there was this flash of light, and a scream, and suddenly Mickey-"

"Mickey?" Sam inquired.

"My boyfriend," Rose said quickly, "he was lying on the floor, dead in a puddle of blood…. and the Doctor…. he…" She broke, sobs wracking her chest, her knees buckling as she collapsed in a heap of tears.

"He what, Miss Tyler?" sam asked gently, kneeling beside her. Rose shook her head.

"The Doctor said he killed him…. he killed Mickey, and he said if Mickey was out of the p-picture he th-th-thought I would be happy with j…. just him and…."

"And he what, Rose? What did he do?" Sam pressed for more.

"H-his eyes," she hiccuped, "they turned completely….. completely black!" Sam shot his head up to stare intently at Dean, who had the same look of surprise on his face. Turning back to rose, Sam rubbed her back, trying his best to console her.

"Rose, did anything happen after that?" sam asked tenderly, "anything important?"

"N-no," she said through snot and tears, "that was when he pushed me out of the TARDIS and flew away…." Sam heard Dean clear his throat.

"Sam?" Dean said, his voice curt.

"Yeah, Dean?" Sam said, his eyes still on the crying woman sitting in front of him.

"A moment please?" Dean beckoned his little brother over to the table before muttering, "she said his eyes turned black, right?" Sam nodded as another sob escaped her.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

"Then are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Possession?" Sam guessed. Dean nodded gravely.

"Precisely," dean said, turning to Rose, "hey, Blondie!" Rose snapped her head up, wiping tears from her eyes.

"What?"

"You friend- this Doctor?" Dean explained, "he was possessed." Rose blinked- that just wasn't possible.

"But-"

"Don't but me, little lady," Dean said somewhat sternly, "yur friend was possessed by a demon, and we need to know where this phone box was headed, 'kay?" Rose nodded.

"I think the destination he entered into the console was Buckingham Palace," Rose answered with a nod. Dean looked up at Sam.

"So, who wants to meet the Queen of England?" he said, getting up. Rose stood herself, following Dean, stopping when he turned to tell Sam, "and don't forget to bring the salt."