Hi! Sorry it's been so long, i'll be able to put more chapters up over the next week or so, i'll try and get at least a short one to you every day but i make no promises. Also i'm starting a new fanfic so be sure to check that out. As always feedback much appreciated and before you go on to read i will mention that it is short but i will try and get a long chapter out tomorrow.
"Sam!" Dean woke with a start and shot up onto his feet, the others slowly go to their feet around him, rubbing their heads and whispering under their breath.
"Dean" Sam breathed grabbing at Deans ankle.
"Sammy" Dean sighed and pulled his brother up off the ground "What the hell is going on, Sam?"
"I don't know Dean, how would I know?" Sam pulled back from his older brother and dusted himself down. "I don't know what is going on but I sure as hell want to find out"
Amelia pulled herself up using the TARDIS console and held her hand out to Rory. "Get up you lazy lump" she said as she pulled him onto his feet. "It's like those dreams, remember, with that Dream Lord" she whispered in his ear as he got up next to her.
"No this is different" Rory responded silently. "This is definitely different"
Clara got to her feet and passed John and Sherlock, who were in deep discussion about the universe and how Sherlock had deleted it from his mind and that it didn't even matter if they were orbiting the earth in space at that very moment, Sherlock still didn't need to know about it. She passed Amelia and Rory who were wildly brainstorming what had just happened and then she reached Sam and Dean. "Dean?" she said tapping him on the shoulder "I need to talk to you"
"Okay" Dean replied, not looking round to face her. "Shoot"
"Alone"
"Fine"
Clara quickly made an effort to smile at Sam, as she was taking the only person he knew here away from him, and lead Dean into the library. "I needed to talk to you about what just happened" she whispered.
"Clara," Dean sat down on one of the large blue chairs which adorned the library "What is there to talk about?"
"I think I know what happened" She stayed standing, her hands on her hips. Dean nodded and she began, "It was that voice, it reminded me of someone The Doctor and I met a while back. A man which The Doctor clearly despised." Clara paced back and forth in front of Dean, rolling out her whole theory. Dean lay back in the blue chair and slowly began to drift off. "Dean!" a voice shouted and Dean jolted awake. Clara's face was not two inches away from his ear "Were you even listening to anything I was saying?" she asked. Her high voice piercing Dean's ear.
"Yes" he replied and stood up. "But don't tell the others" he announced before making his way out of the room.