The Howling

Disclaimer: I own neither Doctor Who nor Supernatural.

Summary: While in Chicago, the Tenth Doctor and Rose meet Sam and Dean while hunting Elemental Shades.

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2007

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The TARDIS materialized in the middle of Garfield Park in Chicago, Illinois. Immediately upon materialization, the doors opened and a tall, thin man in a brown suit and overcoat ran out, carrying a radio that appeared to have been stripped down and had a lunchbox and part of a bugle attached to it. He roamed around the park, swiveling it around as though he were searching for something.

"Doctor!" a young blonde woman came running out of the doors, herself carrying a large iron circle with her, "Find anything?!"

"Just a blip," The Doctor responded, giving the device a hardy smack, "It's not working! Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute," the device seemed to wind up a bit, "C'mon, c'mon you beauty!"

Rose Tyler came up beside him, looking at him in wonder. He whispered sweet nothings to his device for a moment longer until, finally, the bugle let out a low tone.

"Molto bene!" The Doctor shouted, "Rose Tyler, we have a fix," he gave her a wide grin and offered his hand, "Shall we?"

"After you, Doctor," Rose laughed as she took his hand and the two sprinted off after their quarry.

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Elsewhere...

"Dean, I'm telling you, there's nothing we can do," Sam told his brother, carefully treating his scarred flesh as Dean drove the Impala around the city, "Those Daevas are above our pay grade, man."

"The Hell they are, Sammy!" Dean growled, practically vibrating in his seat, "We can't just let them roam around, and with that bitch dead, that's exactly what they'll do, and they'll be killin' innocent people the whole time!"

"Ok, yes, we should stop them," Sam said a bit sarcastically, "I assume you have a plan for how we're gonna do that?"

"Nope," Dean said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Don't mean we shouldn't try."

Sam shook his head, sighing at his brother, and said, "Fine, Dean. If we're gonna try, let's be smart about it. Let's hit the books, see if we can't dig up any new intel before they find their next victim."

"Great plan," Dean agreed, earning a shocked look from Sam, "What? C'mon, dude, we're both bleeding like stuck pigs, you think I wanna just rush back into it like a moron?!"

"Fair enough," Sam chuckled, "Let's find someplace to hold up, we can go through the books."

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The McCartney Building

"Oh, quite right," The Doctor smiled as the two time travelers arrived at the abandoned building, "An ancient, run down hotel, probably haunted, that's exactly where they'd go!"

"It's like every slasher movie Mickey ever made me watch," Rose stated, a little nervous.

"I was on the set of Hell Hazers 7," The Doctor stated casually, "There was a Graske loose on the set, I had to get it home before it chewed all the wires and stole everyone's left shoe. I played a wise librarian who informs the teens about the danger they're in, only to get brutally murdered at the last minute. Won an Oscar."

"You did not!" Rose shouted, laughing as her nerves were completely forgotten.

The Doctor reached into his breast pocket, only to fumble around a bit and and sag with a sigh.

"Graskes, always in your pockets!" The Doctor muttered, "Wellll, never mind, then, off we go! Once more into the breach!"

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"Seriously, Sam," Dean demanded as they packed themselves into the lobby of the McCartney Building, "You pick here?! This place looks like it's straight out of a slasher film!"

"You think we can just hole up in a hotel?" Sam shot back, motioning to their injuries.

"Ok, but why here?" Dean asked again.

"Because it's isolated and six miles away from where we were," Sam told him as he set down a bunch of books in the middle of the floor, "Should put some space between us and the Daevas."

The lobby was fairly large with desks on both sides and a large, round couch with four seats. There were several benches near the stairs, along with a frame on the wall that was empty, revealing nothing but stained brick with holes in it.

"Alright, fine," Dean said, wincing a bit in pain at his injuries, "Just sayin', this place is creepy, even by our standards."

"Suck it up, Dean," Sam started to say, only to be interrupted as a loud bang issued from the dark.

The Winchesters ignored their pain and unceremoniously dropped their bags as they withdrew their handguns, both aimed unwaveringly into the dark hallway ahead of them. The two moved forward in unison, positioning themselves to react to a threat and simultaneously guard the other's side. The two moved with an ease that bespoke not only of their kinship, but of their experience and trust in one another.

"Come along, Rose Tyler!" the two heard from the hall, causing the two to move a bit quicker to reach the bend in the hall, "We've not yet-"

The British voice couldn't continue, for the moment its owner had turned the bend, Dean had grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall.

"DOCTOR!" the blonde shouted, silenced quickly as Sam grabbed her and put his hand over her mouth.

The Doctor blinked the stars out of his eyes and looked into the face of his captor.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Dean growled, his firearm in the face of the brown-haired man.

"Oh, brilliant!" The Doctor smiled a goofy smile, "I shoulda known! I mean, here we are, middle of an abandoned hotel, all dark and mysterious, hunting after shadows that can move, and here you are, Sam and Dean Winchester, hunters extraordinaire! Absolutely brilliant!"

"Wait," Sam muttered, staring at The Doctor with wide eyes, "You know us?"

"Well, of course, who doesn't?" The Doctor asked as though he were an idiot, "Now, fellas, really, the guns? Always with the guns. One might think you're compensating for something!"

Sam and Dean both stared at The Doctor as though he were nuts, and were jarred when an especially calm Rose Tyler began to speak, even though Sam's hand was still over her mouth.

"Pardon me, but would you mind removing your hand so she can speak?" The Doctor asked politely.

Sam found himself obeying, even though he had no idea why, allowing Rose to say, "Doctor, I don't believe they know us."

"Quite right, Rose!" The Doctor agreed, "Time travel, such a pain!"

"Time travel?" Dean and Sam exclaimed at the same time, earning genuine laughs from the two English persons.

"I love it when they talk together!" Rose laughed.

"I know, it's so darling!" The Doctor agreed, "Now, gentlemen, please, if you'd just be so good as to lower your firearms, we can talk about this, have a nice, calm discussion and...hold on...blimey, what happened to you two?"

Sam and Dean traded a look, and Rose gasped as she got a look at Dean for the first time.

"Okkk," Sam muttered, "Look, first thing's first: what're your names?"

"NO!" Dean disagreed, "First thing is how the fuck do you two know us?!"

"Mind if I answer them both?" The Doctor asked convivially, "I'm The Doctor, that's Rose Tyler."

"Hello!" Rose smiled.

"And we're time travelers hunting after some Elemental Shades that have escaped from the Howling Halls and, of course, you two were doing the same," The Doctor said, "Though likely you thought they were demons or some such nonsense!"

"Oh, man," Dean sighed, a bit angrily, "They're like the Ghostfacers, Sam."

"I'm sorry, what?" The Doctor asked.

"Amateur ghost hunters," Sam sighed as well, "Must've heard of us on the web."

"No," Rose disagreed immediately, "We've met before, twice, actually."

"Ah, Rose," The Doctor interrupted, "Best not mention too much about their future."

"Oh, right!" Rose remembered herself, "Sorry."

"But that's impossible!" Sam stated, "Time travel is impossible."

"Not for me," The Doctor grinned.

"Oh yeah," Dean challenged, "Then who the fuck are you?"

"My, what a mouth on you!" The Doctor mocked, "I already told you, I'm The Doctor!"

"Doctor Who!?" Dean and Sam said together.

Before another word could be said, a snarl echoed out through the hotel. Sam and Dean completely forgot about the two Brits and aimed down the hall. Their tension was broken, however, when they heard what sounded like a horn.

"Oh, there we go!" The Doctor said, "We've got at least one here!"

Sam turned his attention to The Doctor, "You can track them!?"

"Oh, yes," The Doctor explained, holding up his broken lunch-box-horn contraption, "Can track elemental shades, fry up chips and assemble microcomputers in 80 seconds."

"Yeah, more running, less talking!" Rose shouted.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted, "Let's get these people outta here!"

"Not just yet," The Doctor objected, "We're on the hunt, same as you!"

"Some hunters you are!" Dean mocked, "Not even armed!"

"Dean," Sam said simply, gaining all three's attention, "They're here."

Somehow, even though they couldn't see them, the four could easily sense them now. They were creeping along the halls, making a beeline for them. As they moved, cracks in the wall seemed to appear, making shifting sounds that echoed in the dark.

"They're gaining strength," The Doctor muttered.

"Last one we caught wasn't like this," Rose stated.

"No," The Doctor agreed, "These ones are angry."

"Demons usually are," Sam stated.

"Oh, get off it!" The Doctor nearly shouted.

A snarl echoed out and the wall nearly split in two.

"Move!" Dean shouted.

"Out, out, out!" The Doctor echoed.

The four ran as fast as their legs could carry them, though judging by the sounds of the splintering wood and the snarls behind them, they were not running fast enough.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted, "Light up another flair!"

"On it," Sam responded, sliding down to their bag and ripping it open.

"Everyone down!" Dean commanded, ducking his head down to protect his eyes.

Sam snapped the top off and lit the flair, allowing the pure white light to envelope the room.

"Oh, that's just brilliant!" The Doctor gaped, "Beings of pure darkness, kept at bay by pure light! Quite poetic."

"Less yapping, more packing!" Dean shouted as he thrust a bag at The Doctor, "Move!"

The four sprinted out of the hotel the way Sam and Dean had entered, running straight for the Impala. They threw themselves and their gear inside and Dean started the car up and sped away.