The Doctor turned to Sam and Dean. "What's happened to her? What's happened to her eyes?! And who's Sarah?!" He asked frantically.
Dean walked up to pull him away from the group. "Doc, I'm afraid she's been possessed by a demon. Well, I guess that's one way of breaking a cherub's spell." He turned the Doctor away from the demons.
Sam stepped forward. "What do you want him for? He's just an innocent man!"
"Oh, he's no man, sweetie. Crowley wants him for… experiments." Clara said, taking a step forward. "Just hand him over and we'll promise to leave your little group alone. You're the least of Crowley's problems now."
The Doctor frowned. "Crowley? Who's Crowley?"
"The King of Hell. We don't have time to explain." Dean said, brandishing his demon blade. "If you want him you'll have to go through us."
Clara smirked. "Oh, that can be arranged." She flicked her hand and the demons charged. The Doctor helplessly soniced them as the others fought them off.
He soon came to the realization that they weren't going to be able to take on this many, and he yelled, "Stop!" Everyone turned to look at him. "I'll go. No one needs to die. I'll go with you." He stood in front of Clara.
Dean walked up to him. "Doc, you don't need to do this."
"Yes, I do." He replied. Dean nodded, pressing a piece of paper into his hand. The Doctor made sure not to let anyone see it as he glared at Clara.
She smirked. "Let's go, Chin Boy." She turned around, walking away as two demons grabbed the Doctor on both of his sides, pushing him along.
-x-
The Doctor pulled against his restrains, wondering how whoever made the leather straps knew Gallifreyan. He lied back, glaring at Clara. "So, is my Clara still in there?" He asked coldly.
Clara nodded. "Yep. I can feel her fighting for power. She's quite annoyed of being trapped while someone else took over her body. She's been in this kind of predicament before?" She twirled a few of the torture instruments in her hands.
The Doctor sighed, resting his head back. He swallowed. "Where's this so called Crowley?"
Clara smirked as she answered, "Oh, he said I get to have my fun with you before he comes in to… interrogate you." She picked up one of the knives. "He said these symbols will make it hurt extra worse." She eyed the circular Gallifreyan writing.
He smirked. "Yeah, sure it will." She looked up at him. "It's just writing. The only thing that's going to hurt is the sharp knife the writing is written on. What'd you think it was going to do?" He shifted, feeling the piece of paper in his back pocket.
She frowned at him before bringing the knife up to his face. "Okay, then what does this say?" He squinted, laughing once he'd read it. "What's so funny, Chin?" Clara asked.
He stopped laughing to answer. "It says peanut butter." He spat, before continuing laughing. "What're you gunna do. Use a knife that says peanut butter to cut out my insides?" He chuckled.
She frowned at the knife, and then glared at the Doctor. "It'll still hurt all the same." She said as she stabbed the knife into his stomach.
He choked on his laugh, looking down in shock. He looked back up at her, his eyes full of panic. She smiled with satisfaction, bringing the knife up. He groaned in pain. He looked down as gold wisps floated around the wound. She pulled the knife out, watching in awe. He shook his head frantically, trying to stop the regeneration energy from healing him. "No." He choked. "No, why isn't it stopping?! Why isn't it letting me die?!" He looked at the leather straps confining him, his eyes widening as he read the circular Gallifreyan written on them.
Clara chuckled evilly. "I can torture you all I want, and you'll just keep healing."
"No! That's not what's going to happen!" He said. She cut a long cut against his cheek. "Believe me, that is not what's going to happen! Please! Listen to me!" She stabbed him in his chest, piercing his left heart. "Stop!" He choked. "Too much…" He squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm going to…"
"Oh, this is interesting." A low British accent said. The Doctor looked up. "You are interesting." The man walked up to him. "Oh, Crowley, by the way." Crowley studied him. "Sarah, go away." Clara walked away, setting the knife down. "So, what's happening here?"
The Doctor gritted his teeth together in pain, tasting the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. "I'm going to…" He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Crowley pressed his hand over the Doctor's right heart.
"Two hearts." He muttered.
"You don't know what…" He forced his eyes open, spitting out blood. "It's not working. I'm going to die." He gasped. "I'm too close to death. It can't heal me. I'm going to die!" He shouted in Crowley's face.
He didn't even flinch. "Calm your horses there." He snapped his fingers. The Doctor sighed, all the pain gone. "Just seeing how far you can go." Crowley said before turning around and picking up a scythe.
The Doctor breathed heavily, looking down at his bare chest. "But, I was just… I was going to die!" He looked up at Crowley in disbelief. "What are you?"
Crowley smirked at him. "The King of Hell. Nice to meet you."
-x-
"What did she mean, 'he's no man'?" Sam asked, looking through books. "What would he be? A shape shifter? A vampire? A were wolf?"
Dean set down his coffee. "The real question is, what would Crowley want with him?" He shut a book exasperatedly. He rubbed his eyes. "Cas, you got any ideas?"
"Not at the moment. I don't, however, believe he could be any of the creatures Sam named. He's too kind, and too human like. He also had no fighting tactics against the demons." Cas answered.
Dean nodded in agreement. "Right, he didn't bare any fangs or wolf out. So what the hell is he?" He looked toward Sam. "Do you have any idea? I mean you and Clara were all lovey dovey earlier. She say anything about him?"
"Ugh, don't mention that. That was just embarrassing." Sam groaned, closing his book and getting another. "But no, she didn't."
Dean nodded, taking another sip of his coffee. "Well, we gotta help 'em somehow. I mean, for all we know they're mistaken and the guy is just a guy." He said as he stood up. "And I'm not letting them hurt that girl. Hopefully the Doctor understands what to do with the paper I gave him."
"He's intelligent. He'll figure out what to do with it. And funny." Cas said with a half-smile. "He got my Enochian jokes."
Dean turned towards him with a frown. "He did? Then he's probably an angel!"
"But all of the angels fell." Sam said with a frown.
"Yeah, but what if this one somehow kept his powers or something? For Christ's sake, they could be torturing him right now, for all we know! We gotta do something!" He picked up his jacket, heading for the door.
Sam stood up, calling out to him, "Dean! We're not even sure if he's an angel!"
Dean turned around, walking backwards. "Yeah, well I'm not risking it." He flipped up the collar of his jacket as he turned around, running towards the door.
-x-
"I… don't… know… what you're… talking about!" The Doctor said between pained gasps.
Crowley twisted the knife placed skillfully in between the Doctor's ribs. "Fine, if you won't tell me about the tablets, tell me where the Time Lords came from."
The Doctor gritted his teeth together, growling in pain. "Gallifrey in the Kasterborous constellation." He breathed.
"What are you talking about, constellations? Did you come from purgatory?" He asked, taking the knife out of him.
The Doctor breathed as the wound automatically healed itself. "No! Purgatory? Like the myth?"
Crowley clicked his tongue, his fingers running over the variations of torture weapons he had set out. "It's no good to play games with me, Doctor." He turned to him, holding a spied hammer. "Everything would be easier if you just said the truth."
"I don't know what purgatory is! I'm a Time Lord, from the planet Gallifrey located in the Kasterborous constellation. I had to watch my planet burn! I killed all of the Time Lords! What else do you want from me?!" He yelled in frustration.
Crowley frowned, setting down the weapon in his hand. He stepped forward, his face level with the Doctor's. "You killed all of the Time Lords?" He asked with a smirk. "Well, that changes things." He looked down as his phone started ringing. "Sorry, if you don't mind, I need to get this." He turned around, pulling out his phone. As he answered it he called, "Sarah!"
Clara walked in as Crowley left. "Hello, Chin." She said as she stood in front of him.
The Doctor ground his teeth together, shifting again, pulling at his restraints. "Only Clara gets to call me that." He snarled, his hand working itself nearer to his pocket.
"Clara's in here. She's pretty distressed, seeing you in pain. It's quite hilarious to be honest." She said with a chuckled. She turned around, looking at the different weapons. "Should I have some more fun with you then?"
The Doctor worked quicker, just two fingers feeling the paper in his back pocket. He skillfully pulled it out, his hearts beating in his chest. He hid it in his palm as Clara turned around. "You know, if you hurt me enough I'll soon run out of regeneration energy. You know what that means? I'll eventually die. You wouldn't want your boss getting mad at you because you killed me, would you?"
She sighed, turning around and looking at the door. She replied, "I don't know. He'd probably find some way of bringing you back." She started walking toward the door, continuing on.
The Doctor opened the paper, looking at the words. He recognizes it as Latin, reading the first line he translates it as, 'We exorcise you, every impure spirit,' He nods, clearing his throat softly before starting to read.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spritus,
omnis satanica protestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,"
Clara turned to look at him, her eyes raging with anger.
"Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam secure tibi facias libertate servire,"
Clara's head started twitching as she groaned in a mix of anger and pain.
"Te rogamus, audi nos!" He finished the incantation, Clara throwing her head back, black smoke shooting out of her mouth as she screamed. She collapsed, breathing heavily. "Clara! Clara get me off of this thing! Hurry, before Crowley comes back!" He said quickly, tugging against his restraints.
She looked up, swallowing. "Doctor?" She asked weakly.
He nodded eagerly. "Yes, Clara! Come on! We need to hurry!"
She pushed herself to her feet, stumbling over to him. She pushed her hands against his chest for support as she stood in front of him, her eyes swimming with sorrow. "I hurt you. I stabbed you and cut you and…"
"Clara, don't think about that. What we need to think about is getting me out of here!" He said hurriedly. She nodded undoing the straps on his arms and legs. He toppled down, trying not to crush her. "Oh thank god!" He breathed, hugging Clara close to him. He looked around the room. "Okay, now how do we get out?"
They heard yelling coming from the hallway. The Doctor quickly pulled Clara behind the standing up table he had just been strapped to. They heard the door getting busted open. "Damn it." They heard someone mumble. They heard walking, and the moving of metal. "Christ, I knew they'd torture him." The person said.
The Doctor frowned before poking his head from behind the upright table. "Dean?" He asked.
Dean looked over to him, quickly running over to him. "Doc! You're alright!" The Doctor and Clara moved into view. Dean smiled. "You understood the paper? Great! Now come on! Baby's outside waiting for us." He started walking back towards the door, before stopping and turning back to the Doctor. "How come there is blood on the knives but not a scratch on you?" He asked suspiciously.
They heard rustling outside. "I'll answer that later." The Doctor said, moving protectively in front of Clara. Dean nodded, brandishing his demon blade as he stepped outside.
-x-
They made it back to the bunker quickly after escaping. Dean sat the Doctor down in a chair, the Doctor awkwardly placing his hands over his nipples. "Um, do you have any shirts I could borrow? They kind of… took mine." He said as a blush developed on his cheeks.
Clara half giggled as she looked at him, and he was surprised she didn't have some sassy comeback. He looked at her worriedly as Sam handed him a plaid shirt. He nodded his thanks and threw it on.
"Okay, Doc." Dean said, sitting across from him. "We have a few questions for you."
"And I you." The Doctor responded. "Such as, who calls their car Baby?"
Dean glared at him. "I'm asking the questions here. Anyway, so… because of the fact that you understand Enochian, and you returned without a scratch on you after being tortured, I'm going to assume that you're an angel. Which brings me to the question of, how did you keep your angel powers after you fell?"
The Doctor frowned in confusion. "After I fell? Angel?" He looked between Dean, Sam, and Cas, before laughing out loud. "Right. Me, an angel."
"Doctor, don't be so hard on yourself." Clara said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He looked up at her. "No, Clara. I'm not being hard on myself at all. To be honest I'm being easy on myself. Is that a phrase? I don't know." He studied her face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just got possessed by a demon. I'm peachy!" She turned towards Sam and grimaced. "Also, sorry about that… whole thing with…"
He shook his head quickly, bringing his hands up. "No, there's no need to apologize. It wasn't either of our faults and it was just… embarrassing." She nodded her agreement.
Dean shook his head before saying, "Back to the point. If you're not an angel, then what are you?"
The Doctor stood up abruptly, looking at his wrist. "Oh, they stole my watch too. Well that's rubbish. Anyway, I and Clara need to get going. I really don't want to be around here anymore, seeing as I got tortured, my girlfriend got possessed by a demon, and I'm currently wearing plaid." He frowned down at his shirt. "So, thank you for saving us, and I won't be seeing you later." He pulled Clara along, ignoring their protests as he left, using his sonic to summon the TARDIS.
As they stepped inside Clara said, "I'm sorry."
He turned to her as the doors closed. "Sorry for what?" He asked.
She walked over to the console. "Well, for torturing you." She said quietly.
He set his hands on her shoulders, kissing her forehead. "Clara, that wasn't you. It wasn't your fault." He said softly.
She sighed, grinning half-heartedly. "It seems wherever we go I get something stuck in my mind don't I?" She asked with a chuckle.
The Doctor smiled sadly. "Yeah, sorry about that. How about we go somewhere completely safe next?" He asked, already flipping levers and switches.
"What, like how the parade was supposed to be completely safe?" She asked.
"Nope, actually safe. I promise." He said, flipping a final lever and smiling as the TARDIS took off into the time vortex.