Rose squealed as a steady stream of water hit the alien's face. Jack tried his best to stifle a laugh as he watched the Doctor squint, sputtering as it went into his mouth and nose.

"What was that for?!" Rose cried, sounding as if she was in pain. Calmly- almost too calmly- the Doctor wiped his face, the sleeve of his coat getting damp.

"Mighty good, that was!" he said, a grin spreading on his face. Sam narrowed his eyes at him- did he dare try it?

"Dean?" Sam whispered out of the side of his mouth.

"What?"

"Should I…?" he asked, trailing off. Looking from Rose, to Jack, to the robot then the Doctor, Dean sighed heavily, nodding as he carefully uncurled his brother's fingers from the water gun.

"Go ahead," he said permissively.

"Do what?" The Doctor asked, confused," i mean, you've already given me a drink! What's next, a five-course meal?" Sam had a hard look in his eyes as he took a step closer to the alien, leering over him.

"Christo," Sam muttered, too soft for anyone to really hear. The Doctor cupped an ear. Dean looked on disapprovingly, crossing his arms over his chest, the fabric of his black shirt pulling over his muscles so tight Jack thought the cloth was going to rip at any moment. Not that that's a bad thing, he thought, eyeing the hunter with lust. Looking away from his brother, Dean noticed him staring.

"What are you looking at?" he barked, and Jack jumped, trying to hide his smile as he looked away. Glaringly, Sam cleared his throat, sweat beading on his forehead. Usually Dean did all the finding out part, but now he wanted to try.

"What was that, mate?" the Doctor asked. Gulping, Sam sighed.

"Chris-Christo…" he said a bit louder, stammering slightly.

"Eh?" the Doctor squinted, leaning closer. Curling his hens into fists, Sam suddenly shouted, Christo!Christo!Christo!" Dean widened his eyes with shock- Sammy was never the type to yell, especially when they met people for the first time- unless of course, it was a demon, and it was totally plausible that the man standing in front of them might be one.

"Christo?" the Doctor asked, "do you mean Christopher? Like, someone named Christopher?" Sm and Dean exchanged glances, sighing and grinning with relief.

"What?" Jack asked, "was that all about?"

"Well, we had to make sure, you know?" Dean said nonchalantly.

"Make sure of what?"

"That you weren't demons," Sam said, "duh!" Dean sent a look of confusion Sam's way, cocking his head like a puppy.

"Dude, you sounded like a high school girl for a sec," he commented, don't do that ever again." Sam cast his glance down, his face going red as he mumbled an apology.

"Well, I don't know if I'm a demon or something, but that was quite refreshing, thank you!" the Doctor said cheerily, patting the taller Winchester on the back.

"Well, that's a good thing, right?" Jack inquired, "that he isn't possessed or whatever?"

"But he has to be," Sam said, "Rose said she saw it herself-"

"Me? Possessed?" the Doctor blew a raspberry, spit flying through the air, not hitting anything in particular, "That's impossible!" Rose shook her head viciously.

"No!" she blurted, pointing a shaking finger at him, "I-I saw you! You killed Mickey!"

"Mickey? Why would I kill him?"

"Th-there was this huge f-flash and… and…" she trailed off, running out of breath, chest heaving.

"Calm down, Blondie!" Dean barked, and she shut up immediately.

"Now that we know I'm not…. possessed, or what have you, can we get going?" the Doctor asked, "because I really need to find the TARDIS. And stat because who knows where she can go by herself!" Turning to the Winchesters, he nodded his head, "And i apologize if I frightened you with whatever it is I did."

"No nee to apologize," Dean said gruffly, "we should apologize. We assumed, you know?" The Doctor shrugs.

"It happens," he agreed. Jack rolled his eyes- he had seen enough of these types of moments in old romance movies- and they never ended like he thought they were supposed too because someone usually ended up dying.

"Okay, okay!" he groaned, leaning his head back to gaze up at the sky, "we get it, you're sorry! Can we go now?" Chuckling, Dean headed to the car, reaching for the door, jumping as the Doctor suddenly slapped his hand away, "Don't touch!"

"What do you mean, don't touch?! That's my car!" Dean cried with protest. The alien shook his head.

"I don't think so," he said suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at the gleaming black hood, the sunlight that bounced off the silver metal bumpers.

"What the fuck!" Dean cried, clutching his head as the Doctor bent down next to the car, inspecting it intensely, his nose dangerously close to touching it.

"Just checking, he said, whipping his hand in rose's direction, "Sonic screwdriver!" Hesitantly, Rose pulled it out of her pocket.

"Here, Doctor," she said, tossing it to him. As soon as he caught it, he click fit open, a whirring noise entering the airwaves. Clicking it shut, he put it in his pocket, tugging at the lapels on his coat, muttering, "Just as I thought…."

"What did you think?" Sam asked, leaning down to see better, although there really wasn't anything to see exempt a few distorted reflections.

"Why don't you open the door? Have a look-see?" the Doctor suggested haughtily, rocking on his heels. Glaring, Dean reluctantly grabbed hold of the handle, the metal cool against his skin. There was a click, and the car door swung open, Dean jumping back as he expected a river of blood to pour from the vehicle, dismembered bodies, anything. But there wasn't anything.

"That's strange…." he mumbled, peering closer.

"What is it you see?" the Doctor said.

"Spray paint?" Dean answered as if it were a question. Indeed, across the red velvet on the door interior was yellow spray paint, fresh and slightly wet. Spinning around, the Doctor knelt down so he was eyes level with the graffiti, taking a long, loud sniff.

"What is he doing?" Sam asked rose as he and Jack watched on the sidelines.

"What he usually does," Rose answered with a nod.

"And what is that?" Rose scrunched up her nose, her face contorted with distaste.

"It isn't exactly practical," she said, a slight whine to her voice. As soon as she said it, the Doctor opened his mouth, flicking his tongue between his teeth as if he were a snake. Before Dean had any time to protest or ask questions, he let his tongue slide across the door, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. The paint became slightly smeared, the velvet damp where his tongue had touched it.

"Dean is not gonna like that…." Sam muttered to himself, shaking his head with disappointment.

"It's just a car," Rose shrugged.

"No," Sam disagreed as Dean began freaking out, "it isn't just a car to him. Or me, I guess." Jack decided to whip out his De-Mat gun, checking if the batteries were in stable condition, trying his best to fix his appearance in the weak reflection of the shiny overcoat.

"What do you mean?" Rose asked.

"In our line of business, that car is our home," Sam began. Rose rolled her eyes, thinking Great, just what i needed. Another sob story.

"Okay. And your point?" she sneered.

"My point is, in our line of business- if you really wanna call it that- is that we don't trust anyone except ourselves. We shoot first and ask questions later."

"Doesn't it depend on what your business is?" she asked.

"Not really, no," Sam confirmed, watching as Dean and the Doctor began yelling at each other. Jack stood next to the car, staring at his reflection in the silver metal of the bumper.

"Well, what do you do?" she went on.

"Hunting things, saving lives," Sam said immediately, making it sound as if he had said it over and over again (which he had), "The family business." With a smile, he added, "That's kind of like, our slogan, you know?" Rose nodded, biting her lip.

"What kind of things do you hunt?" she asked, and his face suddenly went pallid, gray.

"Demons, werewolves…" Sam said, beginning to count off his fingers, much to Rose's surprise. The Doctor suddenly grabbed Sam by the arm, much to both their surprise- when had he stopped fighting with Dean?

"Look! Look! he said excitedly, pointing to the graffiti, "what does that say? Hmmm?!"

"What, Doctor?" Rose said. The Doctor tapped the plush velvet of the door.

"Sam! Look!" the Doctor ignored her, turning his attention to Sam.

"I see graffiti, Doctor," Sam said, raising his eyebrows in confusion, "what else is there to see?"

"What it says! What it says!" Sighing, Sam squinted at the paint, the bright yellow glaring in his eyes as if he was staring at the sun for a few hours. By now, Dean and Jack were both fixing themselves in the car door- Jack because she was bored, Dean because he was tired of fighting with an alien, who in his opinion, was certifiably insane for licking his baby.

"Bad Wolf…" Sam mumbled to himself, so softly that Rose and the Doctor were unable to hear. Rose gasped, her eyes widening.

"Doctor! Doctor, why is it back?!" she exclaimed, making Jack and Dean jump.

"What's going on, over there?" Dean called.

"Nothing, nothing," The Doctor waved his fingers at them, "just go back to playing beauty parlor, alright?" Shrugging, Dean went back to fixing his hair, not that it was long enough to get messy.

"What doe sit mean?" Sam asked, "Ba- MMRRFF!"

"Don't say it out loud!" the Doctor shouted, clamping a hand roughly over Sam's mouth, making him fall back roughly to the blacktop of the street. Ignoring the other three completely, Jack whispered to Dean, "So, Dean?"

"Yah?"

"What does Christo mean?" he asked.

"'Christ' in Latin," Dean said simply.

"And what does it do?" Jack pressed.

"It's supposed to reveal a demon," Dean sighed heavily, "you know? Get him to take off the meat suit-" Jack scoffed, letting out a hearty laugh.

"What's so funny, bub?" Dean asked.

"Meatsuit?" Jack said with a hoot of laughter, "as in human skin?! You my friend, are insane!"

"What? You said you were something called a Time Agent!" Dean gawked.

"Okay, okay!" Jack grinned, "I see your point, but-

"AAAAAAAGAGGGHHHHHAHAHHAHAAAA!" came Sam's sudden scream, cutting their conversation short, umping up, Dean crouched next to his brother, whose face was almost immediately sweaty and pale, gray with a touch of what was all too real to Dean- death.

"Sammy!" Dean demanded, clutching his brother's head in his hands, "Sammy!" Sam kept screaming, as if he couldn't hear them. Is he….? Dean thought, then shook it away- he should have been purified by now. Looking up, he noticed people were beginning to stare, another person taking out a cell phone, "Can one of you tell them to go away!?" Dean pleaded. His voice was nearly drowned out by Sam's screams. Noding, Jack pushed himself up off the ground, ushering pedestrians away from the scene, Dean cradling his brother's head in his lap.

"Dean! What's happening?!" Sam cried out, his voice cracking as it rose a few octaves. Dean shushed him, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.

"I-it's gonna be okay, Sam…" Dean tried his best consoling his brother. Holding a hand to his forehead, he pulled it away quickly. Sam was burning up- and fast.

"What's happening to him?!" Dean shouted at rose, at the Doctor, "first you come out of some magical blue box and now some weird shit is happening to my brother!"

"Well, in the first place, the scientific timeline from which the event-" the Doctor began, jumping when Dean cut him off, "Screw science! This is my brother!" The Doctor opened his mouth to say something but was greeted b Sam's pained cry for help.

"When we were looking at the paint-" Rose began.

"What?!" What about the paint?!" Dean cried hysterically, feeling tear form at the corners of his eyes. Rose held her hands out in front of her, grabbing the hunter by his shoulder, squeezing tightly.

"Just calm down, alright?!" she ordered, "I told him not to say it, so he should be okay-"

"Say what?!"Dean interrupted, nearly screeching. Sam groaned, his voice sounding gravelly, as if his tongue was swelling up in his mouth. Jack returned to Dean's side, sighing heavily. The De-mat gun was still clutched in his hand.

"He didn't say it… did he, Doctor?" Rose asked hopefully, her eyes turning toward the alien. the Doctor shrugged, "I didn't hear him say anything…" Another cry of pain and Dean was back to consoling his baby brother, who was now lying almost dead in his arms somewhere in England.

"D-Dea…Dean…" Sam mumbled, his throat itchy with every word. Dean clasped his ahdn with his brother's, holding so tight his knuckles turned white.

"I'm right here buddy," Dean said, feeling tears drip down his face. Sam fell silent, his lips moving as if he were still talking out loud.

"What's he trying to say?" Jack asked. The Doctor shook his head, "I don't know…"

"B…" Sam tried.

"What is it, Sammy?' Dean encouraged.

"Ba… Bad…." Sam stammered, coughing. Blood splashed from his mouth, staining his clothes and chin.

"Bad?" Rose asked.

"Bad what, Sammy?" Dean cried, his voice rising, getting louder as each second passed, "Bad what?!" The Doctor shook his head forlornly. Please don't say it… he thought with dismay, please…

"Bad…" Sam's voice was barely audible, almost completely silent, "…. Wolf."