Alright, this is my first fic and it happens to be a crossover.

Basically, if you know the Ninth Doctor and Castiel, you're good.

I do not own Supernatural, Doctor Who, if I did...things would be a lot different on the shows.

Memories or Dreams

Dean and his guardian angel, a being Dean has always and will always trust, flew across the void and saw a man he didn't think existed, save for dreams he had as a child. He had to be imaginary, didn't he? Dean hasn't dreamed of the man since his father asked him to give up the childish nonsense of having an imaginary friend, it was the same day Sammy took his first step, and Dean said goodbye to the Doctor. He remembers the Doctor looking sad as he left in his blue box, Dean could sometimes hear the sound the TARDIS made if he concentrated hard enough. As he grew older, the memories of the Doctor became more and more fuzzy and the adventures he shared with the Time Lord became nothing but wishful dreams, a dreamer's hideaway from his life and family. He treasured those rare moments of remembering the Doctor, though just dreams to him now, and he would sleep peacefully knowing the Doctor would protect him until morning's light.

When Dean turned 10, a dream of the Doctor was so vivid he swore he was there, the Doctor was in a room with lots of wires and a pretty blonde girl, the Doctor was telling her to get something from the TARDIS and once she was inside the Doctor closed the door and sent the girl away. He looked so sad as he did so, like when he said goodbye.

There was sounds of gunfire as the Doctor continued working on whatever he was doing, but in the background with the gunfire, he detected a noise he's only heard in his darkest nightmares; the sounds of Dalek weaponry. Dean felt fear. The Daleks were after the Doctor, and the TARDIS was gone! He called out to the Doctor to make him leave, but the Doctor replied he couldn't. He wasn't going to let the Daleks take over his favorite planet and destroy everything he cared about.

The sounds were getting closer and Dean's fear grew. He was going to watch the Doctor die and there was nothing he could do to stop it. "Please, I can't lose you again!" Dean cried. The Doctor stopped what he was doing and looked straight at him, "It's the only way. Please, Dean, let me do this and save your homeworld. Please." It was the first time the Doctor begged him for anything and it was the one thing he couldn't do. He couldn't let the Doctor die!

Fortunately or unfortunately, the decision was taken out of his hands by the reappearance of the TARDIS and the blonde girl from before. He cried with joy, however short-lived, the blonde girl...something was wrong. Even the Doctor looked worried. She stepped out of the light, she glowed with the Soul of the TARDIS, Dean could feel the power rippling off of her. "Rose," he heard the Doctor say, "what have you done?" Dean closed his eyes and prayed that she would save the Doctor and everything would be alright. The blonde girl, or Rose, did save the Doctor from the Daleks and reanimated Jack, the Doctor's other companion, but she could not survive with the Vortex inside of her. The Doctor took the Vortex into himself and channeled it back into the TARDIS, but not without a price.

The Doctor was dying. Dean felt his heart break; he was going to lose the Doctor again, this time for good. The last thing Dean saw was the Doctor saying goodbye. He smiled at Rose, then looked at him, gave a wink and smiled once more. Bright, golden light burst from within the Doctor, enveloping him, and Dean awoke with that last image of the Doctor burned into his retinas.

His heart was racing. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, his senses heightened, as he took in his room, the familiarity doing wonders to calm him down. It was just a dream, just a dream he told himself as his heartbeat slowed. Shaking his head, Dean let out a puff of laughter as reality set in. He couldn't believe a dream shook him up this bad, a dream of his imaginary friend of all things, a dream of his imaginary friend dying no less. God, maybe he should see the head doctor. Still laughing, Dean headed to the bathroom to freshen up for the upcoming day, which is promising to be long and filled with schoolwork and babysitting Sammy until dad got home.

Dressed and ready for the day, Dean descended down the stairs to find his dad fighting with the toaster, and Sam waiting impatiently for his breakfast. They both greeted him before their dad returned to his war with the appliances, for even the stove was waging battle against Gunnery Sergeant John Winchester. Dean couldn't help it, he laughed. His dad shot him a dark glare before re-engaging in his losing battle. Their breakfast was burned beyond edibility and the boys made John promise not to try cooking again. It was one of Dean's more treasured memories of his family before his world came crashing down.

TBC

Yes, there will be other parts, I just got to proof them.

Be nice! R&R...please?