ENGLAND

A stiff breeze tore across the sandy beach. It seized the Doctor's coat tails as he stepped out of the TARDIS, the material straining as it struggled to break free. Seeing no immediate danger, the Doctor turned and held the door open for Rose. His blond assistant bounded out of the TARDIS, ready for any adventure.

"So, where are we?" Rose asked anxiously. Her eyes eagerly scanned the ocean before her.

"Somewhere a little more familiar than our usual haunts," he answered cryptically. "A while back you said you'd never been, so I thought 'why not'?" The Doctor grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. Before them towered the white cliffs of Dover, glistening in all their glory.

"The white cliffs of Dover?" Rose deadpanned. She was severely lacking the enthusiasm the Doctor had been hoping for. "All of space and time and you take me to Dover? Not even Egypt or India, but Dover?"

The Doctor peered at her. "Well, yes. We were nearby so I thought we just pop in…" The Time Lord's sentence trailed off as he caught sight of three men in the distance. A moment ago, the horizon had been empty, the cliffs stretching off into the distance. The three figures had appeared without warning, no more than a short distance away. "Now that I wasn't expecting," the Doctor muttered. Interest piqued, he moved to intercept the men, leaving Rose to trail after him.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor!" the Doctor announced. He wore his best grin, enthusiasm shining in his eyes. "Who are you?" He peered at the three men. They were a tall lot. One was exceptionally tall, a lingering trace of fear visible in his eyes as he glanced over his shoulder repeatedly. The second tallest looked furious, his green eyes watching the unnaturally tall one with something akin to worry and familial protectiveness. The third stood stock still, hands abandoned at his sides as if he didn't know what to do with them. The blank face and remarkable blue eyes suddenly struck a chord of remembrance within the Doctor. "Oh, wait! Are you…yes…no. But yes! You are! Brilliant! Castiel, long time no see. Well, longer for you really. When was it we last met—1020 or there about?"

"It was the year 1018. Doctor, this is Sam and Dean Winchester," the angel replied. He gestured at each of the men in turn. "They require your… expertise." Without further ado and with a rustle of invisible feathers, Castiel disappeared into the ether.

"Somebody better tell me what the hell's going on or I swear I'll start throwing punches," Dean growled.

Sam waved a hand in his brother's direction. "Dean, calm down." He turned to the Doctor and Rose. "Hi. I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean. Castiel called you the 'Doctor'? Who are you? Can you help us?"

"I'm the Doctor. This is my assistant Rose."

Dean's eyes alighted upon the curvaceous figure of Rose and all traces of irritation vanished. He swaggered up to her confidently.

"Rose, I'm Dean." He proffered a hand.

"Delighted," Rose answered. Handsomer than the average male she encountered, Rose allowed Dean to continue.

"So, a doctor's assistant, huh? Does that make you a nurse?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"What if I am? Will you behave yourself or do you need to be restrained?"

Dean flashed her a winning smile and opened his mouth to retort.

"Dean! Come on!" Sam was already in the process of jogging after the doctor, who was high tailing it across the rocks to a blue phone booth. Idly, Dean wondered what a phone booth was doing in…wherever the hell they were. Seeing Rose's blond figure bobbing ahead of them, Dean paused to admire her as she walked away. It certainly was a nice sight.

"Dean, today please."

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Samantha. I'm coming." He caught up to his brother just in time to Rose and the Doctor disappear inside the weird blue phone booth—which Dean could now see read 'Public Police Call Box'. Whatever that meant.

Sam was obviously excited. He was pacing small circles, a stupid grin plastered across his face. "Dean, you have no idea what the Doctor just told me. It's unlike anything we've ever encountered before. It's amazing!"

"Out with it, dude. What?"

"Those angel statues we saw? They really were moving!"

"Sam…"

"No, no. Just listen. The Doctor knew all about them. He called them the Weeping Angels. See, they're quantum locked so whenever someone looks at them, they're frozen. It's the best disguise I've ever seen. And when you're not looking, they can move faster than, well, not faster than the speed of sound. Then they'd have to move like 340 meters per second—"

"Enough with the science lesson, Bill Nye. Move on. How do we kill the sons of bitches?"

"Uh, I didn't get that far. Once the Doctor heard what we'd encountered, he kind of… ran away."

"Okay… so bring your nerdy buddy out here and we'll figure out how to kill them ourselves and send the good Doctor packing."

"No, Dean. We need the Doctor's help on this one."

Dean rolled his eyes. "No, we don't."

"These things can move faster than we can blink, Dean. We're in way over our heads here. We can use the extra help."

"Sam…"

The door to the Police Box opened and Rose's face appeared. "If you gentlemen are done arguing, we're ready to go."

Dean peered at her. "Go where exactly, sweetheart? In case you haven't noticed, you're standing in a phone booth."

"It's not a phone booth. It's a TARDIS."

"A what?"

"Think of it like a spaceship, Dean." Sam pushed his brother toward the doors. "Come on."

"Spaceship, huh? Does it time travel too?"

"Yes," both Sam and Rose answered in unison.

"Of course it does," Dean deadpanned. "And I'm not going in there. Time travel and me—we don't mix. It's like Cas' teleportation. Bad mojo."

"Dean," Sam rolled his eyes skyward. "What else are you going to do? In case you haven't noticed, we're at the White Cliffs of Dover. The Impala's kind of far away."

"White Cliffs of Dover… as in England?"

"I'm impressed," Rose smirked.

"Bite me."

Rose's grin turned lascivious and she made a show of licking her lips.

Sam intervened before Dean could respond and effectively ruined the moment. "Dean, get in the TARDIS."

"Shut your pie hole, Sam. No way I'm getting in the box of death."

"Oi!" Rose yelled, all traces of playfulness gone. "It's a TARDIS, not a box of death!"

"Doesn't matter," Dean dismissed. "I'm not going in there." He turned away from Rose and Sam to look off into the distance. "My baby is so far away…"

"Gentlemen!" The Doctor suddenly appeared outside the TARDIS. "We must leave now. Expediency is key. Mr. Winchester—yes, you—I believe you'll find your Impala parked in the garage inside."

Dean eyed the Doctor warily, half torn between stark disbelief and various protective urges. He settled for disbelief. He looked around, seeing that no, the Police Call Box was still the same size it always had been. "My Impala is parked inside your phone booth? Dude, they want you back on the set of Cuckoo's Nest."

"Take two turns to the left, a right at the ballroom and go straight past the aquarium."

Dean looked at the Doctor as if he had Tarflaxian Slime Eels crawling out of his ears. "You're serious?"

"In here!" The Doctor's shout came from far, far away.

"It's bigger on the inside," Rose grinned.

"Kinky." Dean tentatively stepped inside the TARDIS, promise of seeing his beloved Impala calming his apprehension. The doors closed behind him and the motley trio left the White Cliffs of Dover behind.