Come on, Sammy." Dean said, patting the hood of his beloved Impala. "Time to hit the road." He said, smiling widely.

"Alright, Dean. Where are we going, now?" Sam asked.

"Where ever the road takes us Sammy." Dean said, his smile growing wider. Sam rolled his eyes, and sat in the passenger seat. Dean rubbed the hood of the car one more time before getting behind the driver seat. He started the car and listened to the engine rumble, "Oh, listen to my baby purr." He said, rubbing the dash.

Sam gave him a weird look, "You're in a good mood, today."

"That I am, Sammy. That I am." He said, starting to drive.

A few minutes later...

Dean drove down a deserted dirt road, singing a Metallica song quietly with an annoyed Sam in the passenger seat. "I don't see why I never get to drive." Sam said, throwing his hands in the air.

"You never get to drive because I'm older and I'm always right." Dean answered. Before Sam could protest again, Dean spoke, "Hey Sam, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" He asked, pointing to the side of the road.

Sam followed his gaze and gaped at the sight, "Is that a telephone box?" Was the first thing out of his mouth. There on the side of the road was a blue telephone box with two people standing in front. One tall guy and one girl who seemed to be laughing at the guy.

"I'm not paying any attention to the police box, Sammy." Dean said, giving Sam a wolfish grin. "I'm paying attention to the hot blonde standing in front of it." He said.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Come on, let's pull over." Dean parked the car on the side of the road, a fair way away from them (You could never be too careful) and got out.

They walked up to the two people but stayed a fair amount away, "Hello, need some help?" Dean said, giving the blonde his best smile. She smiled back, but the guy seemed to be giving Dean a not very nice look. Of course, Dean being himself he ignored it and winked at her. She responded with a giggle.

He stepped forward, hands in the pockets of trousers, "Oh no. We're fine. Our vehicle is just having a little bit of a problem." He explained. British accent? Both of them thought at the same time.

"It's not the vehicle that's the problem." The blonde muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Oi! I am a great driver." The guy defended. She scoffed and he glared at her.

"Oh, and I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." He said, introducing themselves. "Well, you guys sound like you're not from around here. You know if you want, my brother and I could show you the sights." Sam said, sounding sincere.

"Well, that would be lovely. By the way, I'm Rose, and this is the Doctor." The girl said, gesturing to the man.

He held up a hand, "Hello."

"Doctor who?" Dean asked.

They both smiled widely, and then looked at each other as if sharing an inside joke, "Just the Doctor." He answered, before holding out his hand.