Info: A Superwho (Crossover between Supernatural and Doctor Who): The Darkness is running amok and Lucifer's free of his Cage; what if, while researching, one of the boys come across mention of a Goddess that might be able to take them both? Pairings Doctr/Rose (mentioned), Dean/Castiel.

His eyes narrowed as he reread the text, before shouted out, "Sammy! Found something!"

His gargantuan brother came quickly enough, "What?"

"Listen to this; 'While there are many deities one may call upon for a price, none are more powerful and more mysterious than the being known simply as Bad Wolf'—"

"Bad Wolf? Dean—"

"I know, but I checked, book's from 1945, way before the show, listen, there's more, 'Not much is known about Bad Wolf but much is speculated; what is known is that She is older than all other deities, including the Abrahamic God, but remains the hardest to reach. All accounts state She takes female form and is kind to supplicants. It is speculated that She is a manifestation of Time itself, due to her abilities.' It even has a list of what we need to summon her."

Sam hunched over, scanning the list, "Gallica Roses, gold dust, holy water or honey, wood from a tree over a hundred years old, salt, three drops of human blood, and the hair of a white wolf."

"Yeah, we're supposed to make a paintbrush from the hair and wood, make some paint from everything else, and then draw this," Dean turned the page to reveal a sigil, "big enough for someone to stand in."

"Dean, you can't be—"

Dean stood up, "We don't have many other options; if she's as powerful as it says—as she was in that show—she can definitely deal with Amara and Satan."

"At what price Dean? We always do this! We run headfirst into something and it bites us in the ass!"

"I won't say no ta some chips an' a cuppa." She grinned.

She had crossed the floor from the sigil and had plopped down in a chair as if she owned it and was now looking up at the men who summoned her.

"Gotta tell ya, boys," she hummed, "not many people actually call me, usually have ta send my herald an' pop in all unannounced. Did half my work fer me."

"You're Bad Wolf?" Sam questioned; she seemed too human, all blonde hair and brown eyes and British accent.

She shook her head, "Nah, Bad Wolf's been gone fer…well, a long time. 'm Rose Wolfe."

"Rose? As in—?"

"Rose Tyler?" she nodded, "See my home universe is fiction ta ya. When Rose Tyler merged with Bad Wolf an' the Doctor took it outta her, he left a bit. It grew an' then we got pulled inta a parallel universe so now we're just tryin' ta get home. We're made ta stop by other universes an' lend a hand. You were on my list, but not very high. Apparently, ya decided ta line jump." She looked at the ritual space, an eyebrow rising, "If I wasn't already aware of ya, that wouldn't've worked."

"The Truth."

She stared at them, "That's my price, there's a powerful Truth being hidden here, not by me, an' I want it out in the open, ya hear me." she crossed her arms and stamped her foot, gold eyes flaring.

When neither made to spill their guts, she sighed and turned, gathering her things, "Good luck with yer problems, boys, 'm sure ya can get a handle on 'em."

"You're leaving?" Sam burst out, shock coloring his voice. He glanced at his brother, who had gone very pale and very still.

"What can I say? 'm a busy girl," she replied with a shrug, "'m not even supposed ta be here yet; hopefully, when I get back 'round ta ya things will still be fixable."

"You have to help us!"

"No, I don't; not yet at least. Ya could pay me what I want an' get things done now or wait 'til ya come up on my list an' get it done fer free, but you'll have ta hope things haven't gone completely ta pot by then." She paused, now staring at Dean, adding, "Yer okay, Sam. Ya don't have the Truth. Ya can't tell a Truth ya don't have."

Now Sam was looking at Dean, "Dean…"

"No. Whatever she wants I can't."

"I don't judge," Wolfe spoke quietly, "'if ya really do watch that show, ya know some of the stuff I've done."

The man shook his head, licking his lips, "No, not that. Anything but that. I've done a lot of bad shit, shit I ain't proud of. But I'm doin' what's best right now. That needs to die with me, best for everyone."

"He already knows, Dean," she retorted, "ya can't hide anything from him; 'specially nothing like that. Shit, I've dampened down my telepathy ta just touch an' I can hear it. Yer screamin' it, Dean; those marks he put on yer ribs, they should've muted ya ta any telepath. I've fucked this up before, real bad. Ya know that. Don't make my mistakes an' don't take this universe with ya on yer death wish."

"If I say anything, something will happen," he argued, "it always does."

"Yer gonna lose him if ya don't speak the Truth," she all but shouted, "him, Sam, everyone ya care about are gonna die if ya don't tell the Truth! If Amara doesn't destroy the world to remake it, Satan's gonna burn it and empty out Hell. An' if he doesn't manage it, he'll still have Castiel all locked up an' without him, the dicks upstairs will restart the apocalypse. All the other ends are the same; the world goes bye-bye before I get back here; in fire, in ice, in darkness, in light, Unless ya find yer balls an' tell the Truth, everything ends."

Dean mumbled something; Wolfe cupped her ear, "What was that? Couldn't quite hear ya."

"I'm in love with Castiel!" he bellowed, "Ya happy now?!"

"Oh, Dean," she chuckled almost flatly, "I haven't been happy fer a long time," she cracked her knuckles, a light coming to her eyes that was almost maniacal, "Now sit back an' watch a true goddess work. Now. What's first; ah, let's deal with Satan an' move onta bigger fish."

She snapped her fingers, and there in front of her stood a very surprised Lucifer.

"Hiya!" she said brightly as they watched the sheer horror move over the Devil's stolen face, "Been a long time since we last met huh? Boy, you were only knee high. Now, ya know what I am an' what I can do. So, why don't ya let Castiel go an' I'll put you back inta yer cell all nice an' gentle like." A smile spread over her face as she watched him try to escape, "An' don't try ta run, I got ya locked down tighter than, well, the Cage. An' if ya try ta escape by killin' Castiel's vessel; well, I can resurrect him and still get ya."

"And if I destroy Castiel," spoke the Devil.

She shrugged, "I rewind time a bit, an' well, I can promise ya you won't like what happens then. C'mon Lucy, yer not stupid. Better ta surrender now and survive ta plot another day right?"

"Or I can kill Dean Winchester," hummed the Devil.

She snorted, throwing up a barrier around the humans, "Right, an' I could resurrect him too; same with Sam. Oh, an' if ya try ta jump inta either one, I'll destroy you."

"What's in this for you?"

"I get ta knock this universe off my list, true love can get back on course, an' I get ta go home a little bit quicker. Personally though, I don't have a dog in this fight. Well, not yet. You wanna leave Castiel now or what?"

"He invited me in."

"Yeah, bit thick like that," she sighed, turning to the Winchesters, "you got a thermos or somethin'?"

Sam went to retrieve it, coming back quickly and tossing it to Wolfe.

A simple flare of her power, the cheap thermos was transformed into one of pure silver and became both demon and angel proof.

"Last chance Lucy," she said, unscrewing the lid and opening the thermos, "Come out an' spare yerself some pain."

When he made no move, she sighed again and said, "Close yer eyes, boys."

Then she snapped her fingers again.

With a shriek so inhuman it shattered most things, including human eardrums, light began pouring from every facial orifice of the contested vessel.

Then it began to go into what seemed to be epileptic fits as Lucifer was fighting his eviction, and failing, badly.

"C'mon," Wolfe muttered, setting the open thermos down and beginning a movement with her hands like she was pulling an invisible rope, "c'mon. Don't have time fer this."

Hand over hand over hand over hand, she manually drew the fallen angel out; eventually, she managed it, being rewarded by a slumping body and a ball of light like a miniature star that pulsed angrily at her.

"Not my fault, I did warn ya." She told it shortly before stuffing it into the thermos and locking the lid tight, "Now, sit tight an' I'll get ya home soon enough."

Another pulse of her power and she healed the humans, even as she moved to crouch down beside Castiel.

"Wakey-wakey," she spoke in a singsong voice, "C'mon Castiel, wake up."

She rolled her eyes, pressed a hand to his sternum, and put a bit of power into him; it was rather like jumpstarting a car, indeed, he woke up, catapulting into an upright sitting position as Dean came rushing forward and Wolfe moved back to allow them space.

No one, least of all Castiel himself, expected the Hunter to grab the angel by his trench coat, haul him up a bit more, and kiss him as if the Universe depended on it. Perhaps it did.

Sam pointedly looked away, though he was smiling widely; Wolfe closed her eyes and soaked up all the energy the happy angel was broadcasting.

One day, hopefully soon, she would get home, she was would become Rose again, and she would kiss the Doctor the same way, damn whatever the universe threw at them.

As seconds ticked by, the men broke apart, foreheads pressed together.

"You idjit," Dean breathed, "you do something like this again and I'll destroy you myself. Got it?"

"Dean, I—"

"No, just ever do it again and I'll put you down. No matter what's goin' on."

"I had to protect you, Dean."

"And letting Satan use you as an angel condom did that? As soon as he got rid of Amara, he'd go after everyone else. Jesus, Cas; he killed Rowena and made Crowley mop the floors of his throne room with his tongue. He got into the Bunker!"

A delicate cough interrupted, "'Cuse me, God's sister is still on the loose."

Dean stood up, hauling Castiel with him and put him into a chair with a look that said they would finish the argument later.