Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been on holiday.

So the Angel Knows The Doctor

Glances were exchanged quickly, all of them confused, shocked, and completely and utterly lost. Castiel continued to glare at The Doctor (if looks could kill, he'd have gone through all of his regenerations and died. Twice) and his hand twitched towards his angel blade. Dean and Sam walked in front of The Doctor, blocking him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean said, "Cas. You know him?"

"Unfortunately." He snarled, gripping his dagger.

"I'm guessing... Time travel?" Clara asked The Doctor.

"Maybe. Possibly. Probably." He quipped distractedly, looking at Castiel over the Winchesters' shoulders, shocked, fascinated, and (but Clara doubted this very much, of course) slightly nervous. "I do hope he's not another River."

"Who's-" Clara started, but The Doctor cut her off.

"Shh."

"Cas?" Dean said, "How do you know The Doctor? Because something's telling me you don't watch the show."

"The Doctor is known throughout all universes." Castiel explained. "He is not human, but a monster of hatred and rage, recognised as the destroyer of worlds, The Oncoming Storm. He can manipulate time and turn armies at the mention of his name, he is so frightful."

"Blimey, not very flattering." The Doctor mumbled.

Castiel continued. "Young angels are told the legend of him as warning of interference with time. Your... 'TV show' is based on the legend."

Dean looked over at The Doctor, then back at Cas. "Wait... So... He's based on a scary angel bedtime story?"

"I had assumed he was only a legend, meant for discipline..." Cas said. "Until now, apparently."

The Doctor relaxed slightly. "Oh! I see! So you're not another River!" He said. "Thank goodness for that. Legend spread throughout universes... Fascinating. Reminds me of something, well, a couple somethings... Ah yes, the Mentiads and the Toclafane!"

Clara looked at him, confused. "Hmm?"

"The Mentiads!" The Doctor beamed. "They're from Zanak, and legend spread that they were evil zombies who claimed the dead. Lovely fellows, actually. Psychic, too."

The Doctor continued. "The Toclafane were a fairy tale told to young Timelords, so as to scare them into not interfering with time - much like Mr. Glare-y over there said. And then another Timelord turned humans into what he called the Toclafane in a year that never was. Long story." He finished.

There was an awkward silence - no one really knew how to respond. Thankfully, The Doctor broke the silence.

"So, you're an angel?" He asked Cas.

"Yes." He replied succinctly.

"You don't say a lot, do you?"

Castiel proved The Doctor's point by staying silent, continuing to glare at him, with marginally less ferocity than before.

"Cas-" Dean began, but Castiel disappeared before he could say anything. Dean yelled a few profanities directed to Cas at the ceiling for a minute or so, then turned around awkwardly to face the others, who'd been watching him.

"He's usually a great guy." He said sheepishly.

"I'm sure." The Doctor sounded less than convinced. "So, are we going to stand around all day in this room, or are we going to swear at the light fittings some more?"

Only then did everyone realised that they hadn't left the room since they had all met.

"Took you long enough." The Doctor mentioned, as if reading everyone's minds.

"Oh crap..." Sam muttered, worry laced through his voice.

Dean immediately turned to look at Sam. "What?"

"We came here on a case." Sam explained.

Dean's blank expression meant he evidently didn't understand. "Yeah, s- oh. Crap."

Clara looked between the two of them. "What's so bad about coming here on a case?"

"Because we didn't finish it." They said in unison.

A silent agreement passed through the four of them as they all ran out the doors. They decided to split up, The Doctor going with Dean, and Clara going with Sam.

"What are we doing, exactly?" The Doctor asked Dean while walking through the hallways of what appeared to be an empty hospital.

"We find the demon, exorcise it, and send it back to Hell. Should save its meat suit - the person it's in. Unless it refuses to cooperate, then we gank it." Dean replied, getting out a jagged knife with symbols carved on it while he walked.

The Doctor decided to ignore the impossibility of the explanation, and angrily focused on something else Dean had said. "Kill it?" He asked furiously.

"Yeah. It's a demon. Pure hate and evil. No point reasoning with it, okay?"

"But you can't just kill it!"The Doctor argued.

"I told you," Dean said, "that's only if worst comes to worst. We'll probably just send it to the Pit, then get out of here, move on and find another case."

The Doctor decided to end the conversation there, and they walked on in stony silence.

Sam and Clara went through the hallways quietly, Sam with the Colt - which he didn't really want to waste, but Dean had Ruby's knife - and Clara with some holy water. Sam had offered her a gun loaded with salt rounds, but she refused, following The Doctor's tradition of no guns.

Suddenly, Clara gasped and ran forward to inspect an unconscious woman on the floor ahead of them. Sam, who had been watching behind them, turned around at her gasp, and ran over with her.

"Is she alright?" Clara asked, concerned.

"She'll be fine. I think she was possessed by the demon we're looking for. Which means..." Sam trailed off, and looked back at where they had come. "Dean!" He yelled, and started running back. Clara followed suit, worried.

Just as Dean was considering breaking the silence, 6"5 of little brother ran into him.

"What the hell, Sam?" Dean said, shoving Sam off him.

"We found the girl the demon was possessing unconscious in the hallway." Sam explained.

Clara arrived from around the corner at this point, panting. "How fast do you run?" She complained, still catching her breath.

"You alright, Clara?" Dean asked.

She grinned at him. "Yeah... Fine."

"Sorry to interrupt," The Doctor said, "But, if the demon has left its host, where is it?"

"That's why we came back." Sam responded gravely.

"We'd better keep looking, then." Dean said as he pushed past them all and back down the hallway, the others copying him.

"Just a second, guys," Clara called out as she stopped walking. "I just need to catch my breath."

The two hunters and Timelord continued to walk, meaning they didn't see Clara's malicious smirk and they certainly didn't see the black that swept over her eyes when she blinked.

She blinked again, her eyes clearing the black away like windscreen wipers, as she ran to catch up with them.

*cue dramatic transition music* Clara's a demon!

By the way, brownie points to those who know the Mentiads. I've been really into Tom Baker episodes lately.

I don't know when the next part will be out, I don't have a schedule.