Hi Everyone! Thank you for your patience, and welcome to all my new followers! I think I am finally out of my mental block, however it's busy season at work and home (and Baby Boy is Teething!), so the amount of time I have to concentrate on my stories has been cut in half :( I hope you all like what I have coming up for the story! Oh and for all my Destiel lovers, I thought I would give you a little something to squee over this time so keep an eye out!

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The Doctor slid his hands into the front pockets of his trousers and leaned a shoulder against the side of a large Oak tree. The bottom of his trench coat waved in the slight wind. The air was crisp, but refreshing for winter and it helped him think. He did have to admit that the Winchester boys were good with their proximity choice for the motel. It hadn't been a very long walk to the University of Pennsylvania campus. In fact, the Doctor had enjoyed the jaunt.

It wasn't that he distrusted the boys. In fact, he found them to be admirable humans in their attempts to save the human race from the beings that preyed upon them. What he didn't approve of was their methods, the guns blazing mentality that they had adapted in their quest to save the world. It was far to... human, for his liking. He didn't want Rose mixed up with their type any more than was necessary.

Rose, he thought, hiding a grin. She had been so perfectly timed with her responses to Dean and his Cowboy outlook. She had become so independent in the time he had known her. He depended on her almost as much as she depended on him. The Doctor did not look forward to when it came time for her to leave him, and set out on her own adventures.

But they all have to leave in the end, old boy. He thought to himself. Being a Time Lord was both his blessing and his curse. The loneliness always won out, at least for a little while.

Sam had some promise as a companion, but he was what kept his brother grounded. And he had been too tainted by his brother's deeds to be easily redeemed. The line of work that would be required of him, as the companion to a Time Lord, would be a difficult one for him to shift into. That and he wasn't all that sure the TARDIS would accept a passenger with Sam's unique history.

He looked across the snow dusted lawn at the Romanesque building that loomed before him. The Laboratory for Research on the Structure of Matter. It was here that the Vibranium was being kept. He could almost hear the reverberation it caused in the atmosphere. This was where they would discover if Leria was involved in this whole nasty situation, or if his hypothesis was completely off base. He hoped she wasn't, at least for her sake. It was too depressing to think about how she could have become wrapped up in this mess.

He felt her presence before he saw her. She was standing, off to the side of the path, watching him. Her honey, blond hair kept falling in her face, and she absentmindedly brushed it behind her ear. His heart warmed at the gesture, and he cocked his head when she moved to join him.

"Rose, you should be sleeping. I told you I would be back soon."

"I slept in the car on the way here." She replied, stiffing a yawn. "You felt a little distant this morning. I thought you might need someone to bring you back from yourself."

He nodded in acceptance of her answer. He was feeling trapped in this own thoughts, and her being there would help keep him in the present. Once again, his dependence on her was brought to the front of his mind.

"I think I figured out a way to get us unrestricted access to the building. I just need to figure out how to throw the boys off my trail." The Doctor explained to Rose. She frowned, thinking and opened up the newspaper she had been carrying.

"I have an idea." She exclaimed excited, and showed the Doctor what she was looking at.

"Do you think we can spiff up the Winchesters enough to pull it off?" He asked her after scanning the article.

"Are you speaking metaphorically or physically?" She asked laughing. The Doctor smiled in response.

"Well I trust you if you think it will work." He answered back, not answering her remark. He straightened up and extended his hand to her.

"Allons-y?" Rose questioned, taking his hand. He nodded.

"Let's get started!"

...X...

Sam stepped out the Impala, narrowly missing hitting his head on the door frame. It was probably the biggest nuisance he had with his height. The number of bumps he had taken to the top of his head over the years would be staggering to an average height individual. Sometimes he wondered if he had lost IQ points as he aged. Slammed out of his head by sheer clumsiness.

Reaching for the back door, he extended a hand to help Rose out of the car. Her long blue silken dress cascaded behind her as she climbed out of the rear seat.

"Thank you." She added as she let go of Sam's arm.

"I figured that you might need a hand so you didn't get tangled in that thing." He replied, motioning to her attire.

"Long dresses can be rather tricky, and I haven't had the pleasure of wearing one in a while so we will see how well I can pull this off." She smiled and reached up to straighten his bowtie. "You, however, look amazingly handsome in that tux."

"I do clean up well." Sam answered smiling, staring up at the building in front of them. He hoped that this plan worked and they would be able to figure out a good way to get to the Vibranium supply and stop the deaths that they had been tracking.

...

"The only way I am going along with this is if I get to be James Bond." Dean replied crossing his arms.

"Dean it's not a costume party, it's an awards banquet." Rose replied.

"How often do I get to wear a tux? Seriously, MI6 worthy." He countered. Sam cleared his throat and put the newspaper down on the table.

"If you call yourself James Bond, it will blow our cover. This may be the only way we can effectively get into the building without having to sneak in." Sam replied. His brother sighed.

"Fine. But I'm still an international man of mystery."

"Whatever you say Dean." Sam remarked, turning toward his computer. He rolled his eyes when he heard Dean start to hum "Secret Agent Man" under his breath.

Sam knew that he may not be as good as his brother with weapons or machines, but he had his own useful set of skills. He typed away, hacking into the school's database and, after some false starts, found the guest list for the gala. He added code names for himself, Dean, and Rose before replacing the existing file.

The Doctor and Cas would be entering through the employee entrance, poised as banquet staff. Their part in this scheme was to find the store of Vibranium and figure out a way for them to get back into the building at a later time to retrieve it. Sam, Dean, and Rose would be upstairs learning what they could about the scientists who had created it and the material itself.

It would be tricky to say the least, Sam knew that he and Dean had plenty of experience with information gathering, but he was nervous about the others. One misstep and all of this work could be for absolutely nothing.

"Alright lets go over the plan again." Rose spoke up. Sam nodded.

"Rose, Dean and I will be entering through the front entrance as guests. Dean your code name is Steve Rodgers."

"Seriously Sammy? You wouldn't let me have James Bond but you gave me Captain freaking America instead?" Dean retorted, incredulously.

"Well you said you wanted to be a counter intelligence agent right?" Sam replied, trying not to smirk.

"You know what I meant jerk." Dean replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Sam could have sworn that he saw a tiny smile forming on his brother's face, but it was gone before he could say anything.

"I will be Mr. James Rodgers." Sam continued with his role call. "And Rose you are going to be Mrs. Margaret Rodgers. You and Dean are going to pretend to be..." Sam coughed. "Married."

"Wait what the hell? Why do we have to be married?" Dean demanded.

"I thought it would be less conspicuous that way. You and Rose can talk freely because everyone would think that you're married, and Dean would still be my brother to anyone who questions it." Sam cleared his throat. "Besides, the way you two react to one another, everyone will believe you're and old married couple anyway."

"I still don't understand why I have to be Steve Rodgers." Dean huffed.

"Well we are going after Vibranium." The Doctor remarked. "So it does make quite a bit of sense really."

"And a name like Steve Rodgers is innocent enough that no one is really going to question it." Sam finished, nodding in agreement.

"Meanwhile, Castiel and I will go through the back entrance, and find the Vibranium." The Doctor added. "Good. We all have our jobs. Let's get to it!"

...

"You be good to baby, you understand me?" Dean barked at the valet, before finally relinquishing the keys. Rose wrapped her hand around Dean's arm, tucking herself into a position that looked as though she and Dean had been doing this for years.

"You look stunning, if I haven't mentioned it." Sam heard Dean remark to Rose. She turned to him, the smile on her face faltering a little at her surprise over being complimented by him.

"Thank you Dean." She answered honestly. "I always thought TARDIS blue suited me well. The Doctor seems to think so."

"Well he isn't wrong." Dean replied, gracing her with one of his most charming smiles.

"I'm glad you're finally being nice." Sam interjected, rolling his eyes. Dean frowned.

"I may have been raised a hunter, but I do have some manners." Dean answered, clearing his throat.

"Alright, here we go." Rose remarked as they joined the line of patrons entering the event.

'This should be interesting' Sam thought, plastering a smile on his face and following his companions inside.

...X...

"Ahh. I love the smell of chemistry in the morning." The Doctor remarked, smiling to himself as they walked. Castiel was surprised at how easily they had gained entrance to the building. No one really questioned that they were employees, as it seemed that many of them were temporary employees themselves.

He had been a little confused when The Doctor had flashed a blank sheet of paper at the woman who was signing people in and told her his name was John Smith. That was definitely not the Doctor's name, but Cas had remained silent throughout the whole thing and let the time lord take the lead.

He wondered if Sam and Dean were having any difficulties upstairs. Not that he should be worried, they were much better with human interactions than he could ever possibly be, but he did worry. He worried about them all the time. In fact, Castiel couldn't seem to remember a time that he didn't worry about the Winchesters. 'Human feelings again' He remarked to himself. Maybe he would end up with those same grey hairs that Sam was always teasing Dean about.

Maybe this was what it was like to be a father? Or a spouse? He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts away so he could focus on the task at hand. Dean was counting on him.

...

Dean growled again as he worked to straighten the bowtie on his neck. He had never been good with them, neck ties were much more his speed, but this was what the Doctor had brought back to the motel so he had to figure out how to make it work. He cursed again as the fabric rumpled into a sad excuse for a bow. The door to the bathroom opened just as he was ripping it off of his neck for the 3rd time.

"Sam wants to know if you are ready to go yet." Castiel explained, taking in Dean's appearance and frustration.

"I would be if this damn bowtie would stay put." The oldest winchester snapped, gesturing to the item he had balled in his hand. "I've never been any good with these things."

"Give it to me." the angel replied, retrieving the wrinkled black fabric from Dean's outstretched palm. Slowly and methodically, he pulled it into a tidy bow around his friend's neck. After some manipulating and straightening, he stood back with a small smile on his face.

"Thanks." Dean grunted, turning back toward the mirror. He nodded at his appearance. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

"The Titanic." Castiel answered. He expanded on his remark when Dean fixed him with an incredulous look. "Balthazar always had an unnatural fixation about that ship."

"Of course it couldn't have been something simple." Dean chuckled, rolling his eyes. Looking back up at the reflection that Castiel was reflecting in the mirror, he frowned and turned toward his friend. "Cas I need you to keep an eye on The Doctor for me tonight."

"Something is troubling you about him." The angel replied, taking in Dean's expression.

"I just don't know if I can trust him. If the shit hits the fan, I want to make sure that you, me, and Sammy are looking out for ourselves. I can't tell if our new "friends" will work with us, or try to save their own skin." Dean answered, putting a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "Just be careful."

"You don't need to worry Dean. I can handle this. There will be no shit on any fans tonight." Castiel declared in a tone meant to convince Dean, as well as himself, that everything would be fine. After a moment, Dean nodded and released his grip.

"Alright, well it sounds like everyone is waiting so let's get this show on the road."

...

"Doctor. Do you know where we are going?" Castiel asked, passing by yet another door that he thought they should have gone through. The Doctor flashed his sonic screwdriver around in the air and paused as if reading the calculations.

"No." He paused for a moment. "No, I'm certain it's this way."

Turning the corner, they set off again, winding and twisting through classrooms and hallways until the Doctor finally came to a stop in front of an innocent looking door that read "Test Room". He frowned, looking down at his tool and back up to the door again.

"It's a bit odd, this room. The sonic seems to be having trouble reading frequencies, which makes me think it's in there. But it's also picking up a reading on something else entirely. Something humanoid, but not human." The Doctor remarked. He reached a hand up to the door, caressing the wood with his fingertips. After a moment, he lowered his hand to the door handle and pushed the lever down. The latch made a soft click before releasing and letting the door swing open wide.

"Should we notify the others first?" Castiel started, before being shushed by The Doctor's waiving hand.

Quietly, they crept into the room. The tiered rows of curved benches tapered toward the center of the room as they made their way down the levels toward the front of the lecture hall. The window in door behind the lectern glowed softly, with an ethereal light that seemed to move in a hectic pattern. The Doctor continued to move toward it, curiosity and excitement drawn across his face.

Castiel stayed a few steps behind his companion, letting the time lord take the lead. No longer having the ability to teleport had made him more cautious to the unknown. He could almost hear Dean shouting to be careful as he followed The Doctor into the lab behind the mystery door. The sound of breaking glass and cursing made his heart jump and he reached inside his coat pocket for the phone that Sam had given him. He was able to send out a quick text before a blast of cold air hit him.

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