"What the hell do you mean it's the TARDIS?" Dean shouted as he climbed into his bright blue impala, which was now bigger on the inside.
"Holy shit…" Dean could stand inside his car. Him, Donna and the Doctor were all standing inside his car! The inside was similar to the Doctors TARDIS's consul, but now everything was in tones of gray and black, like the inside of the impala.
Dean glared at the Doctor. "Fix this now!" he shouted.
The Doctor glared back his glasses resting on the brim of his nose. "Do you think I really want a car for my TARDIS? Of course I'm fixing it Dean just calm down." The Doctor began to press multiple buttons and murmuring something about toy army men stuck in the gears.
He went about this for what felt like hours to Donna and Dean. They sat studying the new TARDIS. On the consul along with the usual odd and end buttons were the Chevy's steering wheel, gearshift and 8tracks player, which Dean insisted they play to help him relax.
"How did this even happen?" Donna asked as she picked at the consuls now leather cover.
"Don't!" shouted both the doctor and Dean in unison.
Donna glared at them both and held her hands in the air. "All righ'. No need to get upset."
They both sighed in relief and the Doctor continued fiddling with wires. "Something about the impala is Galifrayan. The TARDIS immediately merged itself thinking it was-" he paused then looked at Dean with wide eyes. "Oh!"
Donna and Dean looked at each other. "What?" Dean asked, following behind the Doctor as he spun about.
"Brilliant!" he shouted then grabbed Dean by the shoulders. "Your car! It's brilliant!"
Confused, Donna forced the Doctor to stop spinning before she made Dean sick. "What make that metal junk brilliant exactly?"
"Hey," Dean warned.
The Doctor's attention shifted to Donna now. "Galifrayan technology! Dean said he had rebuilt it from the ground up! Don't you see?"
"No," Donna answered, but Dean thought for a moment before his eyes widened.
"Your saying I used spaceship scrap metal to rebuild my car?"
The Doctor nodded excitedly. "Dean, where did you get the parts for your car?"
"A friend of ours owned a scarp yard. I built it all there." He answered. "After he died his place was sold though, all the metal's been given to other junk-yards."
"Time machine," the doctor pointed out as he ran to the consol.
"Oh hell no, there's no way I'm letting you drive my car!"
"Well I'm not letting you drive the TARDIS!" The Doctor replied, appalled.
"Oi, I'll drive." Donna shouted, shoving between them both.