A few weeks after the mentally exhausting encounter at Midnight, the Doctor and Clara sat on the roof of a building, their feet dangling over the many groups of people below them. They watched in excitement as the parade floats traveled past them below on the streets, the people cheering and music playing. Clara reached over, threading her fingers through the Doctor's. She was about to thank him for taking her there, when they heard a loud gunshot.

The Doctor was on his feet in seconds, racing down the stairs into the building. Clara looked down at the crowd, wondering if anyone was hurt. The crowd seemed to have either completely ignored the gunshot, or simply didn't hear it. She frowned as she ran after the Doctor.

She found him in an alley way, talking to an attractive man holding a shot gun. She walked up to them, the conversation coming into earshot.

"Look, I'm fine. Go back to the parade." The attractive looking man said. He was American, which wasn't really shocking seeing as they were in America.

"What were you shooting?" The Doctor asked, eying the shotgun suspiciously.

He looked down at it, and then back to the Doctor. He smiled as he pulled out a badge from his pocket. "I'm with the police. Everything's handled here. Go enjoy the parade." The man persisted, quickly putting the badge back into his pocket.

"Um, Doctor. Who's this?" She asked, looping her arm through the Doctor's.

The man's eyes immediately went to her, a smirk gracing his features. "Well, hello there. I'm Dean. And you are?" He extended his hand towards her.

She chuckled before saying, "Sorry, but I don't really shake hands with strange men that are holding shotguns."

He chuckled as well, putting the shotgun behind his back. "Oh, it was just a chasing. We got the guy, so it's all good." He nodded at them and turned as a tall man with long hair walked towards them.

"Hey, Dean. Who are these people?" He studied Clara and the Doctor with a warm smile. He extended his hand. "I'm Sam. Me and my partner here were just chasing down a lethal prisoner escapee." He pointed towards the alley with his thumb. "We got him though, so everything's fine." He nodded in reassurance.

The Doctor frowned at the two, before nodding slowly and turning to Clara. "Okay, we'd better be…"

He was cut off by the tall one, Sam saying, "Hey wait a minute. Are you British?"

The Doctor answered, "Well, sort of. Kind of. It's kind of complicated…"

"Yes, we are." Clara answered for him.

Sam nodded and said, "Cool. We had a, uh, friend that was British. But we'd really better be going now. It was nice meeting you."

"Yeah. Hopefully we'll see you around." Dean said, giving Clara a wink.

She chuckled lightly before to the Doctor, saying, "Husband, should we get back to the parade?"

She tried not to laugh at Dean's shocked expression. The Doctor stared at her for a moment in bewilderment before saying, "Yes. Yes, we should, Wifey." She had to use all of her will power not to roll her eyes. He nodded towards the two men. "Good luck with the escapee." He turned and strode away, Clara beside him.

When they were out of earshot of the two men, she asked, "Wifey?!"

He shrugged. "What's wrong with that? Wifey is a cool nickname."

She sighed. "Of course it is, just like fezzes are cool, and bowties are cool, and Stetsons are cool. I could go on."

"But monks are not cool!" He exclaimed loudly.

Clara giggled and shook her head, the memories of their first meeting pushing their way through her mind. She was about to tell him how happy she was that day when they heard another gunshot. They looked around, no one else seeming deterred by these gunshots. The Doctor ran towards another alley, pulling Clara along with him.

A man with messy black hair and many layers of clothing was holding a shotgun, looking around in confusion. "Tell me what's going on." The Doctor said as he walked up to the man. "What are you using to make everyone ignore the gunshots, and who are you shooting? Are you friends with the tall one and the flirty one that were other there? Is this some sort of gang?"

The man frowned at the Doctor and said, "I… don't know what you talking about." His voice was deep and rumbly. He pulled a badge out of his jacket pocket. "I'm with the police." He said, holding up his badge upside down.

The Doctor frowned and took the badge from him, scrutinizing it before pulling out his physic paper. "I'm your new boss, so tell me again what you're shooting at."

The man squinted at him before clearing his throat and unsteadily saying, "Um, a bank robber."

"And your partners are following this same man?" The Doctor asked, pocketing the physic paper.

He nodded. "Yes."

The Doctor stepped toward him, his jaw clenched. "You're lying. Now why don't you tell me what's really going on."

"Doctor!" He heard Clara call, but as he turned something hard hit him in the nose. His hand was immediately on his face as he groaned in pain. He blinked once before falling back, his vision going black.

-x-

The Doctor awoke to the sound of people talking. He opened his eyes, seeing Clara sat beside him on a bed. He sat up, groaning at the pain in his nose. He reached a hand out to rest on Clara's shoulder. "Did they hurt you?" He asked immediately, glaring at the three men who had now gone silent.

She shook her head, gently pushing him back against the pillow, telling him to take his time. He ignored her, sitting up again. "Doctor, be careful. Your nose is broken, and it's going to be hurting for a while. Unless you let me fix it." She said, staring into his eyes hopefully.

"No." He said firmly, making room for no argument as he glared at their three kidnappers. "So, what do you want us for, eh? You some kind of aliens? Using perception filters so people in the crowd won't notice you?"

Dean laughed, "Aliens? Everyone knows that's stuff bogus." He took a sip of his beer.

Sam sighed, turning to the couple. "Look, we've explained everything to your wife, and we want to apologize. Dean kind of got… carried away. He thought you were," He looked towards Dean, who was prominently ignoring their gazes. "He thought you were attacking Cas." Sam said unsurely.

"Cas?" The Doctor asked. "Oh, the one with far too much clothes on."

Dean glared at him and said, "Do you want another broken nose?"

The Doctor frowned at him in confusion as Clara giggled beside him. Sam smirked and turned to the Doctor. "I'm sorry about Dean being overly flirtatious back there. He had no idea you two were married."

Cas frowned and said, "Dean, you sent flirtations toward a married woman?"

He fidgeted with his beer bottle. "I didn't know she was married to the guy." He muttered.

"Dean, that is disrespectful. You should apologize."

"But why do…"

"Apologize to them both now."

He sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry for flirting with you. I did not know you were married." He told Clara.

"And the husband." Cas said, raising an expectant eyebrow.

"I'm sorry for flirting with your wife. I did not know you were married to her." He said. He turned to Cas. "That good?"

"Yes." Cas answered.

"You are so whipped." Sam muttered under his breath.

Clara chuckled as Dean protested, both the Doctor and Cas not understanding what Sam had meant.

Once Dean had settled down Clara gripped the Doctor's hand and said, "Okay, would you like me to explain to you what's going on?"

"Yes! Please!" He said, running a hand through his hair.

She nodded and said, "Dean and Sam are brothers. Cas is their friend. They hunt demons, monsters, ghosts, etc."

The Doctor scoffed. "That's where you're wrong. Demons are not real."

"Oh yes they are. Believe me. I should know. My brother slept with one of them, and can I tell you that did not work out well." Dean said, chuckling into his beer bottle.

Sam gave him a withering glare as Clara continued. "Anyway they were hunting down a ghost that they'd been tracking for almost a week. They said it was tricky because you would see the ghost or ghoul, and as soon as you looked away you'd forget about it. They could only remind themselves that they had seen it by making some sort of mark on their skin. They try shooting it, but it seems to escape before the bullet can reach it, and then they'd forget what they were shooting. They aren't actually policemen, obviously, and now we're in a bunker somewhere in Kansas. Doctor, are you listening to me?"

He was staring at something, but just as Clara was about to look at it he turned back. "So you guys hunt 'demons' and 'ghosts'."

"Yes, without the 'quotation marks'." Dean said.

The Doctor ignored him, continuing with, "So how did no one notice your gunshots?"

Sam and Dean shrugged, as Cas frowned at his wrist. He looked up. "It's here."

Dean pulled his pistol out, ordering for the Doctor to get Clara out of there. She protested, exclaiming that she could take care of herself. He threw her a shotgun and then another to the Doctor. "No, I don't use guns." The Doctor said as he threw it back to Dean.

"God damn it, its shoot or die! Now get moving!" He threw the gun back towards him, turning to examine the room. He saw it, and he immediately raised his gun. "I'll get you this time you tricky bastard." He muttered as he pulled the trigger, blinking as the gunshot rang out. He looked at the wall with confusion, wondering why he had shot a bullet into it. He shook his head and returned to the commotion, aiming his gun at every corner of the room.

Cas looked at him and said, "Dean, you saw one. Can you remember what it looked like?"

He furrowed his brow. "What d'you mean I just saw one?"

Cas sighed as Sam turned toward Clara and the Doctor. "You need to get you and your husband out here now! These things can kill. They're very dangerous, and we can't risk anything."

"We've had our fair share of fights, we can handle ourselves." She said back, cocking the shotgun.

"Well you better be prepared to shoot because more marks are appearing on Cas' arm!" Dean said, looking around the room and shooting at where he saw the ghoul. He laughed as he knelt down beside the weird creature, which was now crumpled on the ground. "Ha! Got him! After a week of screwing around we finally got him!" He didn't take his eyes off of it as the others came to join him at his side.

The Doctor swallowed. "I'm afraid that's not a ghost." He said.

"What could it be? An alien." He said sarcastically.

"Yes." The Doctor answered, very seriously.

Dean looked up at the Doctor, blinking as he stood up. "What are you guys looking at?" He asked. He followed their gaze. He frowned as he stared at it. "Oh my god, who shot it? Wait. I shot it."

"They're called the Silence. They're a religious organization, their main belief that Silence will fall when the question is asked. You already know what they can do. Now, we are going to look away. When we do, Cas, you hug Dean."

"Why?" Cas asked.

The Doctor sighed. "When we look away you're going to hug Dean. Now on three. One."

"Doctor that might not be the best..." Clara began.

"Two. Three."

They all looked at each other as Cas hugged Dean. Dean hugged him back, chuckling and saying, "Whoa. What's this for?"

Cas smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, I got the idea in my head after seeing you render a man unconscious because you thought he was sending flirtations toward me. Although it was rather uncalled for."

"How did you…"

"I was obviously in no immediate danger, and the last time you rendered a man unconscious for me was when you said, and I quote, He was eying you up and down like you're some prize to be won and taken. In which I replied, You always eye me up and down with a smile on your face like he just did. Somehow angering you in the process, causing you to walk away."

Clara chuckled and Sam laughed. "How come I never heard of this conversation?" He asked.

"Because it's none of your business!" Dean spat, glaring at all of them. "I'm gunna go… reload my guns."

"Oh, I bet you are." Clara replied after him, Sam laughing along with her.

Cas squinted at her and said, "I do not understand the humor in that statement."

Sam patted her on the shoulder, shaking his head. "Don't worry about him. He doesn't find humor in anything, except in that horrible joke he made a while ago."

Cas grinned awkwardly again, his eyes shifting through the group. "Do you want to hear it?" He asked, his voice light.

The Doctor nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay. So an angel gives a group of humans a 'spell', which exorcises demons faster. What they don't know is that the 'spell', in Enochian, actually says you breed with the mouth of a goat." He and the Doctor chuckled.

The Doctor caught his breath, saying, "That is hilarious!"

Sam and Clara rolled their eyes. She felt those two were going to get along splendidly. She turned to Sam and asked, "Enochian? Angels? What the hell is he talking about?"

He sighed and replied, "It's complicated. It would take far too long to explain it all." He looked down at her left hand which was visible from her crossed arms. "How come you're not wearing your ring?" He asked as his brow furrowed.

She looked down at her hand, and shook her head. "Oh, well, I didn't want it to get dirty or anything."

Sam chuckled. "Oh come on, I've lied all my life. I can tell that you're lying. So why aren't you wearing it?"

She suddenly realized how very close they were, he must've knelt down a lot for his face to be that close to hers. She felt a twinge of pain in her arm. She reached for it, feeling nothing and then turned back to Sam. Her breathing suddenly became more rapid, her eyes darting to his lips.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This isn't right. I've just met this man! And I'm… I'm already taken. The Doctor, yes, yes. That's it. She was with the Doctor.

Her eyes became lidded as she could feel Sam's breath against her lips. She wanted so much to close the so very small gap between them, and she wasn't sure if she was about to or not when they heard Dean calling from outside the bunker.

Everyone turned toward his voice. "GUYS! YOU BETTER GET UP HERE NOW!"

To Be Continued