"It appears to be Dean," Castiel murmured as he settled the Doctor onto the boys' couch back in the Vimana.
The Doctor rubbed his stomach, wincing at the bruised sensation, then at the smell coming from the baby sleeping in the crook of Castiel's other arm.
"Yes, well, I could have told you that, if I hadn't been drugged, hypnotized, fried, baked and basted by the Wonder Twins…" he muttered, his eyes slipping over everything in the room, as if looking for hidden chocolate, "Sam is awake, I take it?"
He scrubs his hair back over his face and adjusts his ruined white robe to cover the scratches from the bone titans in the catacombs, heaving a sigh as Castiel leaves the room to stem the tide of flowing baby stench with a fresh diaper.
"Yes, Sam is," Sam Winchester called out, striding in without a beer in hand, for once, his long, slightly dirty hair waving limply, "Castiel mineswept me earlier. They're keeping Princess Dean in another castle."
Reaching behind him, he dragged a water bottle from his pocket and brought it to the Doctor, then knelt next to the couch so the Time Lord could drink.
"You look like hell, Doc- what's the plan?"
"I don't know, Toad, you tell me- I played Mario Brothers too you know."
"Well," Sam said softly, grabbing the Doctor's arm and shattering the wrist in one swift motion, "the angels may have the phone box, but I have you."
Shub Niggurath had won.