"Alright, Doc, can you find the nest or not?" Dean asked for the third time.
"What fun would that be?" The Doctor stared at his TARDIS blankly.
"People are dying, Doctor." Sam tried pleading
"Doctor, if you are unable to find the nest, now would be the time to say so." Castiel grumbled more to himself than to anyone else.
"It's morning, at your present time. Lets go."
They stomped out of the TARDIS toward the small motel; Castiel walking closely with the Doctor. "Doctor, can you actually find the vampires?"
"Of course not. Don't tell the boys though, they might lose their tempers. Can you find them?"
"No, they're lost to me... Doctor, could you-"
"I'll make tea and breakfast, of course. I know everyone must be hungry."
Castiel smiled to himself; he wasn't suppose to be eating exactly, but he loved tea. Once inside, Dean plopped on a tiny bed and Sam sat with his laptop. Castiel leaned against a wall away from everyone and the Doctor went to the kitchen and started poking through cupboards.
"No tea, no food, what kind of place is this?"
"Did you need me to grab something, Doc?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Dean." The Doctor strode outside mumbling something about Americans. He came back in with arms full of stuff and set it on the counter. The Doctor threw his jacket on a chair, rolled up his sleeves, and started cooking. The next half hour was Dean cleaning weapons, Sam with his laptop, Castiel concentrating, and the Doctor cooking. Sam and Dean could smell the eggs, bacon, and fried potatoes but tried to seem unaffected. Finally, the Doctor set the table and invited everyone to sit down.
"Eat, and then we hunt."
The brothers didn't hesitate, but Castiel still stood on the other side of the room feeling out of place.
"Cas, won't you join us?"
Castiel's head tilted in confusion, but he got up and sat at the table as asked.
"For heaven's sake, Castiel, take off your trench coat and jacket or you'll end up getting them dirty."
"Doc, you don't have to baby him."
"I'm just trying to avoid another chore."
Castiel did as the Doctor said and stripped down to his white shirt. The Doctor smiled over at Cas, "You should try wearing a bow tie. Bow ties are cool."
Castiel squinted, puzzled, "They don't seem comfortable."
"Come on, you can borrow my bow tie and I could borrow your trench coat. I use to wear one before..."
There was a thick silence throughout the room, but after a while Dean cleared his throat, "So, the case"
"Oh yes, Sam, what are your thoughts?"
"Well, Doctor, I'm not really sure. But I'm thinking some kind of super vampire. Although I'm not quite sure how that could happen."
"Ooh, sounds dangerous. How do we find them?"
"Why don't YOU just track them already?" Dean grumbled.
"My TARDIS can't find them, Dean. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing or what I'm even looking for, really." And the Doctor liked this new adventure, but that didn't seem appropriate to say when everyone was grumpy.
After breakfast was said and done, Sam spent a little more time on his laptop before suggesting a warehouse. Castiel agreed to switch signature accessories with the Doctor. The Doctor was excited, but Cas was quiet.
"Feels good to wear a trench coat again. How's the bow ties, Cas?"
"It's strange."
"You look great; the blue matches your eyes. Dean, doesn't he look great?"
Dean looked at Castiel in his little blue bow tie (the Doctor convinced him wear his jacket, although it was a little big) and grinned. "He looks a hell of a lot cleaner, that's for sure."
Castiel's expression went flat, "Were we taking your spaceship, Doctor?"
"Castiel, we have a car." The Doctor thought driving around would be more fun, he liked this adventure and he didn't want to spoil it with his TARDIS or his quick tricks.
They all crammed into the Impala; the Doctor jumped around in the backseat with Castiel giving him his confused look. The Doctor talked nonstop about all the different battles he's faced. Everyone listened, growing steadily impatient.
They drove for about 40 minutes, ending up in a rundown little town. They were on a dirt road for a long while when Dean pulled over.
"Alright, we're close. Gear up."
The Doctor was confused yet excited and jumped out of the Impala. Sam and Dean went to the trunk with Castiel close behind. The Doctor stood on the side, playing with the trench coat and getting out his sonic screwdriver.
"Whatcha got there, Doc?"
"It's my sonic screwdriver."
The trio looked at each other and then back at the Doctor, "Um, okay, but what does it do?"
"Dean, how ridiculous can you be?" Dean rolled his eyes "It sonics things, obviously. Maybe you'll get to see it in action." The Doctor jumped and pretended he was sword fighting with his screwdriver. Dean stared at the Doctor before handing him a machete.
"Sonic doesn't kill vampires, Doctor, cutting off their heads does."
The Doctor held the machete in one hand and just stared at it disgustingly, "I can't take this."
"You take it or you die, Doc."
"Dean, I have fought things that you couldn't even begin to imagine how to kill. And all I had, all I've ever had, was my sonic screwdriver."
"Doctor" Sam interrupted politely "Just carry it around, so we don't have to worry."
Castiel held up his angel blade to try and seem supportive, that even the toughest have to carry around a weapon but the Doctor still didn't like it.
They walked toward the warehouse and it looked like the beginning to a bad joke. Two hunters, an angel with a bow tie, and an alien in a trench coat all walk into a warehouse. And it's empty.
The Doctor burst in waving his screwdriver while trying to keep the blade in his other head steady. Sam and Dean rolled their eyes and stepped in carefully.
"Hello boys"
They turned around more annoyed than shocked, and there was Crowley, looking smug.
"Does the Princess of Hell mind explaining what's going on?"
"Sure thing, my darling." Crowley smiled "I have new toys I'd like to play with and you're interrupting."
The Doctor waved his trench coat around dramatically, "We had a deal, Crowley. We kissed!"
"Yeah, well, I had the Scooby-Doo gang meddling in my business. But I'm a tad bit proud and you lot can't stop me, so here's how it works: I take vampires, I give them Hell Hound's blood, some make it some don't, then we pick up deal makers. It's my new system I'm playing with, don't you like it?"
"Why not just use the Hell Hounds?" The Doctor asked what everyone was thinking. Crowley opened his mouth to speak, but Castiel spoke for him.
"He's testing out an army"
"... Guilty" Crowley grinned and he started to pace as he talked, "Hell Hounds are nice. They're tough, cute, come when they're called. But they get boring. I wanted something new. The vampires don't really like me yet, but they like what I can do."
"Well, now you're going to have to call them off." The Doctor said low; he was starting to get serious and it put everyone on edge. Even Crowley paused for a second until he turned back into a confident villain.
"But mummy, can't I keep them? I'll feed them and watch them, and I'll take care of them all by myself."
"No mummies here, no one here but us chickens"
Sam tried to keep the topic serious, "Where are they?"
"Working, moose. Something that you lot don't do very often."
"They aren't weakened by the sun?" Castiel asked, a little panicked.
"They aren't weakened by anything. You can't just go in and kill this time, kids. They're stronger than demons, vampires, or Hell Hounds. You can't kill them."
The four of them didn't know what to do except think of a way out. It took the Doctor a minute but then it clicked and he started to smile.
"Good one, Crowley, but I suggest you put your toys away and go to your room."
"Oh, and why's that?"
"Because I'm the Doctor and I'm going to stop you. Not another person will die, no not even you." The Doctor kissed Crowley on the cheek and everyone was lost in the Doctor's excitement.
"Doctor, what is going on?" Castiel growled impatiently.
"Dean, Sam. Shoot Crowley." They shrugged and did as told, still not grasping the concept, "Dogs come to their master when they're in distress." Crowley cursed at his wounds, but no one was catching up with the Doctor. The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and called his TARDIS.
"When you want to figure out how something works, you have to look at it inside and out."
The trio were still trying to understand. The Doctor sighed, "We grab a Hell Vampire, shove it in the TARDIS, and find out what makes these things tick."
A quiet chorus of Oh's proved their understanding.