SuperWho - And Time Traveller Met Hunter
Spoiler: Sam's a Whovian.
DISCLAIMER AGAIN: I don't own DW or Spn.
Chapter Two: Out of the Comfort Zone and into the Parallel Universe
Clara and The Doctor's thoughts at that point were quite different.
The Doctor was thoroughly confused, and really couldn't think well with a gun pointed at his head, and was currently pondering the statement.
Clara was worried about the gun, wondering where she had seen the two people before, and that she suddenly felt extremely short, especially to the gargantuan brother who had to be more than six foot tall.
She also wished she had some of her mum's soufflé.
"Well," The Doctor said, "I do get asked that particular question quite a bit, but I-"
He was cut off by the splashing of water in his and Clara's faces, Clara letting out a shocked exclamation.
"Was that exactly necessary?!" She spluttered angrily.
"Holy water." The shorter one told them, with no other proper explanation, earning some incredulous and confused looks from The Doctor and Clara. "Guess you're not demons." He put his gun down, much to The Doctor's relief, and the two lowered their arms that had been raised in surrender. "We're still not done with you. Sam? You know who they are?"
The taller brother, apparently Sam, had an ecstatic look on his face. "Oh my god, you're Doctor Who!"
"Just 'The Doctor', actually." The Doctor corrected.
"But... You're from the TV show, Doctor Who!" Sam looked like a kid at Christmas. He turned to his brother (probably). "Dean, you remember that British sci-fi show?"
"Dean?" Clara asked herself quietly. "Sam?" She had seen these two before, she knew it.
"Oh, you mean the show you were obsessed with a few years back? With the aliens and hot chicks and sciencey stuff?" Dean said, smirk crossing his face, receiving what could only be described as a bitch face from Sam.
"Who was the one who knew Dr. Sexy's shoe preference?" Sam retorted.
"That was-" Dean started, only to be cut off.
"Sorry to intrude," The Doctor broke in as politely as he could, "But could we get back to the fact that apparently I'm the main character in a TV show?"
Realisation suddenly hit Clara. "Sam and Dean Winchester! You're the Winchesters!" She proclaimed. Their eyes widened simultaneously and they glanced at each other.
The Doctor paused, and looked at Clara. "The what?" He muttered to her.
"They're in a TV show!" She said. "It's called... Paranormal? Unnatural?"
"... Supernatural?" Sam suggested, extreme amounts of pain and uncomfort injected in his tone.
"That's it!" Clara said.
Sam and Dean both groaned. "I swear," Dean growled, "I am going to kill Chuck."
"Supernatural is about two brothers - them - and in a few later series', an angel called Castiel, and they hunt monsters, ghosts and demons for a living." Clara summarised the show quickly while the Winchesters were talking on the other side of the room. "It's all Angie's been able to talk about, along with some modern Sherlock Holmes TV remake that never releases any new episodes, that comic book brand 'Marvel', and that website Tumblr. Also something called Moon Moon."
"They hunt monsters?" The Doctor said disbelievingly. "Ghosts? Demons? Angels?"
He looked like he was about to faint. This was way out of his comfort zone. In his experience, the 'supernatural' didn't exist, there was always some sort of explanation, it was some alien or something explainable. Monsters didn't exist!
Sam and Dean walked over to the other side of the room, occasionally glancing at the two people leaning against the blue box.
"You don't suppose it's one of Gabriel's tricks?" Sam speculated to Dean, shuddering at the thought.
"I dunno, Sammy. Maybe." Dean said, getting out their dad's journal and flipping through it, in case there were any answers in it. "So, geeky boy, how does this show work?"
"Well," Sam said, "The Doctor - him - and a companion, usually female, the latest is Clara, over there, and they travel through time and they... Fight aliens and save other worlds."
Dean looked at him like he was crazy, then sighed and grabbed a wooden stake. "Trickster." He said, starting to walk over to them, but Sam held him back.
"Hey, they look just as confused as us, okay?" Sam defends. "There might not be such thing as aliens here, but they have no monsters or demons there."
"Seriously?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded.
"Magic?" He asked.
"Nope." Sam replied.
"Ghosts?"
"Aliens that everyone thought were ghosts. Twice."
"Angels?"
"No."
"Okay, but what abou-"
"No!" Sam interrupted. "Nothing from our world at all!"
Dean raised his eyebrows, amazed. "But they have to ha-" He started.
"No, Dean!" Sam persisted. "Nothing!"
Dean looked over at them, shocked. Aliens didn't exist, and when they did, they were a Trickster's creation and slow danced, apparently. This was not was he used to at all. They had only come here on a small case, and they got this?! At a sudden realisation, Dean's eyes widened and he pointed at The Doctor.
"In the show... Wasn't he an... Alien too?"
Sam nodded. "Timelord. Two hearts."
Dean tried his best to be calm about this fact before adding, "Clara?"
Sam shook his head. "He travels with humans, mainly." At Dean's look of relief, he said, "What, were you thinking of hitting on her?"
Dean looked offended. "What? No!" He paused, and checked her out. "Well..."
Sam rolled his eyes at the usual flirty behaviour of his brother and walked over to The Doctor.
"Um... Sorry about the... Gun... We didn't mean..." He stuttered, still trying to believe he was actually talking to The Doctor. He hastily changed the subject at The Doctor's hard look. "So... How'd you get here?"
"Don't suppose you've been in a parallel universe before?" The Doctor asked doubtfully.
Sam shook his head, then thought about it. "Well... Sort of."
"Really?" The Doctor asked, fascinated.
"Well, we had an incident a little while back with a Tr- an archangel who trapped us in TV shows and made us play the roles, a djinn sort of made Dean hallucinate a perfect universe where we weren't hunters and our..." He paused for a second, then shook his head and continued, "Also, I was stuck in a time loop where this one Tuesday kept repeating. That archangel again."
The Doctor grinned. "Oh, a time loop! I haven't seen one of those in..." He trailed when he saw Sam's hurt face. Obviously all those Tuesdays had been terrible. "... Sorry." He said. Sam nodded. "But, anyway, although your stories are absolutely fascinating, and I will have to ask about them later, especially as I've never dealt with... Monsters, these sorts of parallel universes are quite different. You know when you're at a point where you have to make a choice? Theoretically, every time you make a choice, there is a parallel universe for the other options. Sometimes there are creatures that force people to go back and change those decisions, and feed off the time energy of what never was."
Sam thought this through. "Wait, hang on, I've travelled through time before, Dean more times than me, but we were both told that time was fluid, and couldn't be changed, no matter what you did." He said.
"Ah," The Doctor started, glad someone was keeping up with his explanations, "Fixed points, yes. Those can't be changed, but, even though most people think time is linear, it's actually a ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey... Stuff." He smiled at his old saying.
"Huh." Sam said.
"Anyway, back to the parallel universes," The Doctor said, "So, there are infinite universes, and it used to be easy to travel between them, but the technology died a long time ago." He paused at the memory. "Now, it is possible to travel between universes, with great difficulty, and it also could potentially rip a hole in reality, but let's not mention that. Clara and I got here because we flew out of the time vortex itself, fell through the Void, and landed here."
Clara had been sitting there for the whole conversation, and hadn't been able to get a word in sideways, and finally decided she couldn't stand anymore science talk, so decided to go over to Dean, who was leaning against a table and had the same bored expression as her.
"True love, huh?" Dean said flatly.
Clara laughed. "Made for each other."
Dean opened his mouth to say something, most likely an innuendo, but Clara cut him off.
"Don't even think about flirting with me, lover boy." Clara said, "You point a gun at me and my friend, now you've decided I'm attractive, so you're chatting me up."
Dean raised an eyebrow, then sighed.
"Sorr-"
"Maybe, okay?" Clara grinned. Her grin softened to make way for sympathy. "You aren't taking this too well, are you?" She asked.
His grin faded as well. He shrugged. "The last time I even heard of an alien, it was a slow dancing, probing prank, courtesy of an archangel pretending to be a demigod. Monsters, I've been dealing with all my life. Ghosts and demons, ditto. I got saved from The Pit itself a couple years ago, and currently I'm fighting with a dropout angel to stop the Apocalypse by killing the devil, all while Lucifer and Michael want to wear my brother and I to the prom. I'm fine with that, but aliens?"
Clara processed this information, hiding her shock. They'd been through much more than she'd thought. Angie did mention that Dean had been to Hell and back, though she hadn't considered that the saying had been literal,
"You should have seen The Doctor." She said. "He looked like he was going to faint. 'Lore? Monsters? Demons? ANGELS?'" She imitated, receiving a snicker from Dean.
"Yeah, the angel thing is pretty crazy. I didn't believe it at first. I have seen crazier though. You wouldn't believe it."
Clara smirked. "Try me. I once got preserved by prehistoric parasite venom in Victorian Yorkshire."
"Whoa," Dean said. "Okay, that's pretty crazy."
Soon they were both sharing their funniest and ridiculous escapades. When Dean was recalling the time Gabriel had trapped him and Sam in TV Land, Clara realised she remembered what he was telling her.
"Actually, I think I saw that episode." She told him. "The girl I babysit for loves your show. I watched that episode with her. Do you really watch Dr. Sexy?"
"It's actually a sophisticated show, okay?" Dean argued. "So, Supernatural. Good show?"
Clara nodded. "Big fan base. Though, from what I've seen of the actors, they're nothing like you. Misha Collins, who plays Castiel, has a completely different voice, and started an international scavenger hunt where people all over the world did absolutely insane things for charity."
"Misha?" Dean exclaimed. "Wow. I wonder how Cas would take that."
"What's Doctor Who like?" Clara asked eagerly.
"From what Sammy's geeked about it, it's been running for nearly 50 years or something."
"Wow." Clara said, then remembered something he'd said when they'd first realised they were a TV show. "You mentioned that the show had other girls in it. How many?"
"Rose, Martha, Donna, River, Amy - she was awesome -, you, and that's just the long running companions since 2005." Dean explained. Clara looked shocked. She looked towards The Doctor (talking about space-time travel in TARDISes and devices, compared to angels).
"Excuse me for a moment, Dean." She said, and got up. She walked over to The Doctor and slapped him.
"Ow!" He said, rubbing his cheek. "What did I do now?"
"Why haven't you ever told me about anyone you've travelled with?" Clara snapped. "I know nothing about your past! Why did you have a nervous breakdown when you mentioned New York?"
The Doctor sighed and rubbed his forehead. He knew that he would have to face this eventually. "Clara-"
He was cut off by Dean looking behind him.
Everyone (except Dean) jumped. There was a new addition in the room, and he had apparently come out of nowhere. He was shorter than both brothers (but still really tall, much to Clara's annoyance. She didn't like being 'vertically challenged', as she sometimes put it) and wore a crumpled tan trench coat and suit. He had messy black hair, shockingly blue eyes, and a hard, but almost passive - or maybe bored - look. Clara recognised him as Castiel.
Dean grinned. "Hey Cas."
Castiel's hard look softened and what seemed to be a smile flickered across his face. "Hello Dean. Sam." He greeted in his deep, gravelly voice.
The Doctor got out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at Castiel. He stiffened and looked at The Doctor with a look of fury and shock, quite the opposite of The Doctor's ecstatic look. The sonic screwdrive made a high pitched, whirring noise while buzzing furiously. The Doctor looked at it in shocked elation.
"Off the scale!" He beamed. "It's off the scale, that is impressive!"
Dean decided to be responsible for introductions. He pointed at Cas. "Doctor, meet Cas," He pointed at The Doctor, "Cas, meet The Doct-"
"I know who he is." Castiel growled, in a venomous tone Dean hadn't heard from Cas since before he rebelled. "What is he doing here?"
And the drama increases! I actually have almost no idea what to do next, I just really wanted that ending. I'll figure something out.