All of these are just a series of slightly non-linear events between my character Corey Matthews from my 'Doctor Who' story Run With You and various members of the Supernatural cast.

Far From Over

Part Two: The Evil in the Dryer

Colorado, 2007

Dean Winchester was bored.

Were he to voice that particular statement, it probably would have resulted in mass chaos, stars falling from the sky, flaming woodchucks running around in the streets while singing 'Zip a De Do Dah', Sam announcing that he actually liked Metallica, and other impossible things occurring that usually signified that the world as we all knew it was about to end.

Which was exactly why he said nothing. He really didn't want to test his luck any more than they already had recently, and he did not want to stop another Apocalypse. Well, that was if you counted accidentally opening the Devil's Gate as the Apocalypse.

It was just… doing laundry was so damn boring.

"Dean, stop tapping out Metallica on the washing machine," Sam finally groaned as he looked up from the book that he had brought along on their much-needed trip to the Laundromat.

They had already been there for well over an hour, and Dean had been slowly spiraling into the deepest pits of absolute boredom. Before the eldest Winchester could descend into a typical sibling bitchfest with Sam, something off to his right caught his attention. The man turned his head slightly and focused his attention on the teenage girl who was currently operating the washing machine two down from theirs. A wide grin split his face as he watched the girl, who didn't look any older than fifteen, determinedly roll back the sleeves of her maroon and white plaid flannel button-down that she was wearing over a black band t-shirt before she shoved a large load of dark clothing consisting mostly of jeans and t-shirts into the washer.

"Hey, doesn't that bring back memories?" he asked quietly as he indicated at the teen, directing Sam's attention over to the girl, who was now muttering some very unflattering things under her breath as she stuffed the dirty clothing down into the top-loading washer. Sam cocked an eyebrow curiously as he watched the girl, who had her long reddish-blonde hair continually falling into her face as she worked, methodically measure out laundry detergent and fabric softener into the appropriate slots in the machine before she slammed the lid shut. Once she had finished the task, she flopped down onto a nearby plastic chair and grabbed a paperback novel that she had obviously brought along to read while finishing her chore.

"Yeah, it does," Sam admitted with a chuckle before he gave Dean a teasing smirk. "Only I don't think that you would be caught dead reading something called the Dresden Files."

The older hunter took a quick glance at the figure depicted on the cover of the book and frowned. The man on the cover was wearing a long trench coat that looked like it came straight off of the set of El Diablo, and held a long rune-covered staff that was almost as tall as he was in his hand.

"Sheesh, wizards man," Dean grumbled as he sat back down, giving the girl a somewhat irritated look. "Kids these days. I don't get why they're so into all of the magic crap."

"That's because they don't know half the stuff we do," Sam pointed out patiently.

Both hunters rolled their eyes in exasperation as they leaned back in their seats and engaged themselves in their own activities. Sam pulled his laptop out of his bag and started to look up information on a potential hunt that they had discovered earlier, and Dean chose to occupy himself by flipping through an issue of Busty Asian Beauties. Fortunately, the girl was the only person occupying their aisle of washers and dryers, so Dean didn't have to worry about getting chewed out by an angry parent for reading something like that in 'plain sight'. After a while, his attention was caught by a muffled snort, and he looked up just in time to see the girl give his magazine an amused look, her lips twisting into a somewhat wry smirk before she returned her attention back to her book.

"What?" he asked defensively, and the girl immediately looked up at him with wide grey eyes before she gave him a somewhat sheepish grin.

"Umm… sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude," she offered with a shrug as she got up and walked over to the dryer that she was waiting for, shifting from foot to foot slightly. "I just didn't think that they actually made those things."

"What things?"

"That magazine."

Dean glanced down at his porn and cocked a questioning eyebrow at the kid. She gave him another sheepish smile and reached up to brush her long bangs out of her face, tucking the wayward strands of hair behind her ear. At that moment, the dryer that she had been watching started to make a series of odd noises, the majority of them sounding like something pounding on the door and swearing.

The girl jerked involuntarily and spun around to face the machine, a startled look on her face as she went and crouched down in front of the door.

"What the hell?" she muttered softly as she frowned at the metal door, confusion flickering across her face as she slowly reached out to place her palm on the vibrating metal. The swearing increased in volume, and Dean scowled as he stood up and started to head over to the girl's dryer. Something freaky was going on, and he didn't want the kid to get caught up in it any more than she already was.

At that exact moment, the door to the still-operating dryer flew open, accompanied by a miniature explosion of half-dried clothes. Dean immediately grabbed the girl by the collar of her overshirt and dragged her backwards, ignoring her sputtered curses as she viciously yanked a wet t-shirt off of her face. By this point, Sam was standing up and looking at the small pile of clothing that had exploded out of the dryer, his expression somewhat apprehensive. Before either of the Winchesters could react, something inside the heap of damp clothes started moving.

The girl stared at the obviously alive lump for a few moments in obvious bewilderment before she scowled darkly at it.

"I swear, if that's a damn rat, I will not be a happy camper," she growled threateningly. The lump moved, and somehow it managed to break free of the confines of the wet laundry before it jumped up and landed on top of one of the dryers.

It was a teddy bear.

It was the Snuggles fabric softener teddy bear to be more precise. And it was holding a gray sports bra in its front paws.

Dean felt his jaw drop as he gaped at the stuffed toy, almost oblivious to the look of absolute fury that the girl was giving the bear. It was a look that promised much pain and suffering, and possibly even torture. Before he or Sam could do anything – namely blast the fuzzy little bitch's ass back to the dryer from whence it came – the girl roughly wrenched herself free from his grasp and hurled herself at the stuffed toy, a litany of incredibly foul verbal abuse falling from her lips as she snatched the bear off of the top of the dryer… and threw it against the wall.

The yelp alone from the Snuggles bear could have shattered windows, never mind the god-awful squeal that it unleashed when the girl immediately proceeded to viciously punt it across the room. While letting some truly vile expletives fly from her mouth as she stalked over to the animated teddy bear, the girl stomped down on the thing's stuffed head – hard – and immediately silenced it. The weak groan that emerged from the thing's mouth after it fell still however, indicated that she had only managed to knock it out, and not kill it like her expression indicated that she so desperately wanted to.

For a moment, Dean and Sam could only stare incredulously at her as she stood there, her expression one of absolute outrage as she sucked in a series of deep breaths in an obvious effort to calm down, before she immediately shrugged out of her flannel button-down and proceeded to truss up the teddy bear inside in what appeared to be a truly painful fashion. Once the girl had tightly wrapped up the stuffed animal inside the confines of her shirt, she stormed back over to where she had been sitting and immediately stuffed the fabric-covered bundle down inside her backpack before she viciously zipped it shut.

"Oh, I am so going to kill my brother for this," the teen growled out as she moved over towards the dryer that she had been using and crouched down in front of it before she started to pick up her damp clothing. Dean cocked an eyebrow curiously at her statement before he moved over and helped the girl retrieve her unfinished laundry from the floor, carefully avoiding the garments that were decidedly more sensitive in nature. He didn't doubt for one second that this kid would kick his ass if she thought that he was overstepping his boundaries with his assistance.

Although, to be really honest, it wasn't his ass that he was worried about her kicking.

"Why are you going to kill your brother?" he asked quietly, and the girl jerked slightly before she glanced over at him warily.

"Because he decided to be an idiot and put one of his stupid little inventions in with the laundry," she muttered irritably before she jerked her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of her backpack. "He made that stupid thing because I told him once that I thought the Snuggles fabric softener teddy bear was creepy. And lo and behold, the little idiot went out and got one of the damned things, and then proceeded to wire it up so that it was like a little robot, all just to creep me out."

Dean favored the girl with an incredulous look as she got up and angrily stuffed her retrieved clothing back into the dryer before he glanced over his shoulder at Sam, who was also giving the kid a look that indicated that he thought she was lying. In their line of work, they had given a lot of bullshit excuses to explain the things that people had seen, but this one definitely took the cake. Seeing as the kid probably knew damn good and well what she was dealing with – at least if her very violent reaction was anything to go by – then there was a good possibility that she was either a hunter, or at least a hunter's kid.

The two Winchesters exchanged knowing looks as the girl started the dryer back up again and headed back over to her seat, aiming a vicious kick at the now slightly squirming backpack before she flopped back down in the chair and returned to reading her book. However, when Sam and Dean heard the threat that she hissed in the general direction of the bag, their suspicions were confirmed.

"Either stop squirming, or I'll do a salt and burn on your fuzzy little ass right now!" the girl snarled softly as she put her foot on top of her backpack and pressed down. The bag let out a small whimper in response and immediately stilled. The girl cocked an eyebrow before she gave a smug little grin and settled back in her chair, although she still kept her foot near the bag.

Dean gave his brother a knowing smile over his shoulder before he went and sat down next to the kid, who tensed up slightly when she noticed him occupying the seat next to her.

"So, your brother likes to mess around with electronics, huh?" he asked conversationally, and the girl briefly glanced over at him before she returned her attention back to her book.

"Yeah, something like that," she muttered offhandedly. "Makes a huge mess all the time when he's dinking around with stuff."

Dean gave the teen a little grin that had charmed Lord only knows how many women out of their socks – and other unmentionables – in the hopes that he could play the good-looking older guy just trying to be friendly. Teenage girls fell for that kind of thing, right?

"So why build a robotic teddy bear?"

The girl stiffened up slightly, a brief flicker of worry crossing over her features, before it was quickly replaced by a neutral mask. She slowly lowered her book, cocked her head slightly to the side, and gave Dean a somewhat feral grin that made the hunter scoot back slightly as she looked him right in the eye.

"I don't know," she stated flatly, although there is a faint hint of warning in her voice. "Why are you so interested?"

"I'm just… you know…" Dean trailed off hesitantly, not knowing what he should say as he realized that he had just dug a very deep hole for himself. The girl gave him a skeptical look before she let out an irritated huff and rolled her eyes upwards. Just when the hunter was about to try and recover what was left of his self-respect, he was interrupted by the sound of the front door to the Laundromat opening, followed by an obnoxiously cheerful accented voice shouting out a name.

"Corey!"

The girl's head jerked up, and she looked over at the door with wide eyes before she grinned widely at the sight of the lanky man standing there. Dean frowned slightly as he followed the kid's gaze, and cocked an eyebrow as he stared at the odd-looking man who was now making his way towards them. The guy was probably in his mid-thirties, had messy brown hair that had been gelled to stick up in almost every direction, and was wearing a brown pinstriped suit with black converse tennis shoes.

All in all, a very unique individual.

"Hey Uncle John," the girl – Dean assumed that she was Corey – said as she stood up and gave the man a brief hug before she gestured over at the washing machine. "Sorry, but the laundry's taking me a little longer than expected. I had a problem with one of the dryers."

The man gave a loud sigh as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his suit jacket and gave Corey a somewhat amused look. "What kind of problem? Mechanical?"

Dean arched an eyebrow upon hearing the man's accent before he glanced over his shoulder at Sam, who merely shrugged in response. The girl was obviously American, so why would her uncle have an English accent?

"Nah, think more along the lines of Danny hiding one of his little inventions in the laundry," Corey said, a meaningful look on her face as she indicated over towards her backpack, which was now squirming around a bit. John frowned slightly, a look of momentary confusion flickering across his face, before something apparently came to him and he grinned broadly at the younger girl.

"Oh!" he exclaimed as he knelt down by the canvas backpack and gently prodded at it while Corey went and removed her last load of clothing from the washing machine and transferred it to the dryer before she fed some quarters into it and turned the device on. "You mean that thing with the… stuff? The little talking thing?"

"You mean the one that you helped him build?" Corey muttered in mock exasperation as she turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah, that thing. Thanks a lot for that by the way."

John looked affronted by the accusation as he watched the younger girl start to fold the clothes that she had pulled from the other dryer before everything had blown up in her face, placing each piece of clean laundry neatly inside what looked like a military surplus duffle bag. When he noticed the perplexed stares that he was receiving from the Winchesters, he frowned slightly and moved over to help his niece finish folding the clothes. Soon, the two were talking and joking around like nothing had happened, ignoring the two hunters occupying the washing machine next to them.

Dean noticed that Sam was staring intently at the two, and gave his brother a questioning look. Sam didn't say anything, but he did frown a little as he apparently thought something over before he gave Corey an odd look.

"Hey, have we met you before?" he asked suddenly, and Corey turned around partially so she could look at him before she arched an eyebrow.

"Um, no… I don't think so," she stated dryly before she returned to her folding. "I'm pretty sure that I'd remember meeting Bigfoot."

Sam flushed slightly at the comment, and Dean was forced to turn away and bite down on his hand so he wouldn't burst out laughing. He knew he shouldn't be laughing at his brother, really, he shouldn't… but it was just too funny. And Sam hadn't even gotten the chance to use his infamous puppy-dog eyes on the kid either. So it was fair now, especially since she had shot both of them down when they had tried to get some information on her.

However, every time that Dean looked over at the girl after that, he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of a very dirty look from John. The funny thing was, the guy would stop giving them the stink-eye every time Corey turned around to talk with him. Dean very quickly came to the very sensible conclusion that John was the original hunter in the family – even if his dress sense sucked – and that he wouldn't tolerate them harassing his niece.

Soon enough, all of the laundry was done –even the stuff that had been in the teddy-bear dryer – and Corey was about to sling the squirming backpack over her shoulder before John expertly snagged it out of her hands.

"I'll carry that," he told her cheerfully, and Corey gave him a mildly exasperated look before she grinned and shook her head.

"Fine," she said with a smirk as she grabbed the now-full and zipped-up duffle bag and shouldered it. "You have fun with that."

The unwilling occupant of the backpack chose that precise moment to start squirming around, earning an amused snort from Corey as John rolled his eyes upwards before he expertly drove his elbow back into the bag. A muffled squeal emerged from within the bag, and it immediately stopped wiggling. John gave the younger girl a look as she started to snicker, making her give him an innocent grin as she shifted her own non-moving back so she could get a better grip on the strap.

"You insisted," she told him cheerfully before she headed for the door. John looked like he desperately wanted to roll his eyes at the girl's comment, but instead settled for letting out a soft sigh instead.

"Yes, I did," he admitted reluctantly. "But still…"

Dean and Sam both watched cautiously as the two left the Laundromat, with Corey joking and teasing her uncle as the older man smiled and occasionally commented upon her remarks as they walked out the door. The brothers waited until the two were well out of sight before Sam glanced over at his older sibling.

"Well, that was weird," he quipped dryly, earning a wry chuckle from Dean as he reached out and lightly socked the taller man in the shoulder.

"The story of our lives, man," he muttered with a sigh as ran a hand over his hair. Sam was silent for a few moments, a thoughtful frown on his face, before he let out a long sigh and stuffed his hand into his pocket.

"Dean, I was being serious back there," he said suddenly, and the older Winchester looked over at him curiously. "I really do think that I've seen that girl before, but I don't remember where."

"Was she some kind of creeping fugly?"

Sam gave his brother an annoyed look in response. "No, she wasn't. I think we helped her."

"Oh." There was a long stretch of silence before Dean looked back out the front window, an odd expression in his green eyes as he allowed his gaze to wander over to the spot where he had last seen Corey and her uncle. "I wonder ..."

"Yeouch! That little fragger just bit me!" Corey yelped as she hurriedly withdrew her injured hand from the tangle of flannel that she had been struggling to remove the Snuggles bear from and cradled it up against her chest, glaring at the stuffed toy angrily. "And how in the heck does it even have teeth to begin with?"

The Doctor looked up from the toolbox that he was currently digging around in, his glasses –brainy specs as he called them – sliding down his nose slightly as he watched the girl clench her hand into a tight fist and wallop the Snuggles bear on the head as hard as she could, temporarily stunning it.

"It's a Gorgnigian Flatch," he told her once Corey had managed to extract the stuffed toy from her overshirt and held it face-down on the TARDIS console with one hand as she tossed her shirt out of damage range, flinching slightly when it somehow managed to grow a set of claws and start swiping away at her hand before she grabbed hold of both of its fuzzy paws with her free hand. "They usually look like little blobs of marmalade, except with eyes, except when they're trying to invade somewhere. Then they'll take on the form of whatever they think will terrify the planet's inhabitants into submission."

Corey looked up at the Doctor with wide eyes before she stared back down at the Gorgnigian Flatch that she was currently restraining, pointedly ignoring the muffled curses and death threats that were being snarled into the metal tray that she was pressing it down into. There were just some times when the TARDIS shouldn't bother translating what something was saying, because the tone was all that was needed. An eyebrow arched up incredulously, and was soon followed by its fellow as the teen gave the stuffed toy that she was holding down a disbelieving look.

"This… is supposed to terrify us into submission?" she finally asked, the tone of her voice holding an unspoken 'you have got to be joking' as she cocked her head to the side slightly, gray eyes narrowing in sardonic confusion. "Dude, I could punt this little pain in my butt across the room, easy. Scratch that, I did earlier when I was trying to catch him. And half the population of the United States could squash his furry little ass just by sitting down on him."

"I never said that they were all that bright," the Doctor clarified as he finally found what he had been looking for, and straightened up with a satisfied 'ah-hah!' while brandishing something that looked suspiciously like an iPod that had been cannibalized by something that ate plastic and then welded together with a tea strainer. "Sometimes they get the wrong impression from something, or they just don't think. What's terrifying to them is often amusing to other species. And, they're easily gotten rid of."

With that, the Doctor pointed his tea-Pod thing at the Gorgnigian Flatch and pressed the button. For a moment, nothing happened. Corey cocked an eyebrow and gave the older man a disbelieving look, about to open her mouth and offer some kind of sarcastic comment, when the Snuggles bear suddenly let out a low, pained noise. The girl returned her attention to the stuffed toy and looked at it curiously, her expression confused, right before the creature started to shake underneath her hand.

Startled, Corey immediately released it and took several precautionary steps backwards just in time for the Gorgnigian Flatch to turn back into a neon orange gelatinous blob that sat innocently on the metal tray, quivering slightly. It directed a pair of tiny black eyes at the Doctor and Corey, staring at them with its beady gaze, before it opened its mouth to an impossibly wide proportion and made a low noise that sounded suspiciously like someone throwing up. Violently.

And then it exploded.

The teen yelped and managed to duck behind the TARDIS's console before she was hit by any of the splatter, but the Doctor wasn't so lucky. When Corey finally gathered enough courage to peek cautiously over the top of the console, the Doctor was still standing in the exact same spot that he had been before the marmalade blob had gone nova, his hand still outstretched with the device in it, the button pressed flat. And he was covered from head to toe in bright orange goop. In fact, Corey could swear that she could hear the grinding of his teeth from where she was crouched, as well as see the vein twitching noticeably by his temple.

"How can something that small make such a big mess?" she asked hesitantly, and then directed a wary gaze at a lump that lay awkwardly splattered on the now-abandoned tray. "Ew. It looks like radioactive baby puke."

The Doctor didn't say anything for several long moments before he finally let out a long sigh of aggravation. "… it wasn't supposed to do that."

"So I guessed," Corey muttered as she rolled her eyes and got up from her crouched position. "I'm gonna go get a rag so I can get this cleaned up. Or twenty."

"And I'm going to go get changed," the Doctor stated flatly as he stuffed his failed device into the pocket of his suit jacket. "I'll be back… once I get this confounded ooze out of my hair."

Corey looked back long enough to watch the incredibly disgruntled Time Lord leave the control room before she covered her mouth with her hand. The last thing she needed right now was for the Doctor hear her start sniggering like an idiot.

Sometimes, they dealt with the weirdest things.