The first time she heard the voices, Rose was in the kitchen, watching the Doctor cook. She'd been laughing at the Doctor's over-exaggerated Italian accent, as he yelled phrases in Italian, which she presumed had nothing to do with cooking pasta. She wrapped her arms around his waist, licking tomato sauce off the spoon, when four words echoed around her head.

DEAN WINCHESTER IS SAVED.

This was followed by a river of other voices and phrases, washing over her mind. She cried out and stumbled, shocked by the sudden telepathic surge. The Doctor caught her, and she gripped his arms as she tried to steady herself, attempting to block out the chatter at the back of her mind.

"What's wrong?" the Doctor asked worriedly.

"I… I don't know," she said. "I was just standing there, and suddenly there was millions of voices speaking all at once."

"Like a telepathic attack?"

She shook her head. "More like... I tuned into a telepathic network of some kind, or something."

The Doctor reached his hands to her temples. "May I?"

She nodded, and the Doctor placed his fingers on the side of her head, closing his eyes in concentration. Although he was mostly human now, he had retained a majority of his telepathy, and his brain capacity was larger than a normal human. As he shifted through her mind, she focused lightly on the voices, trying to discern what they were speaking about.

There was a lot of talk about the man she had first heard about, Dean Winchester. They wanted him for some reason, and not a good reason by the sound of it. There was talk of a relative of the man's, probably a brother, Sam Winchester. They wanted him too, but less than Dean. There was talks of seals, and demons, and what sounded like the apocalypse. She knew it was non-human, the telepathy was obviously not a human trait.

The Doctor pulled away suddenly, gasping. "They… they wouldn't let me in. Whatever it is, they are strong, and I… I can't tell if they're malicious or not."

"They barely seem to notice that I'm listening in," Rose said. "They're talking about these two men, uh, Dean and Sam Winchester. Do those names mean anything to you?"

The Doctor shook his head. "What are they saying about them?"

"Well, they brought Dean back from either a figurative or literal hell, and now they're discussing the fact that Sam is addicted to, um, Demon Blood, which could be some drug or something." She paused for a second, almost as if she was listening. "There's a lot of talk about the Judeo-Christian apocalypse, and if I didn't know better, I'd say they were angels. Which would probably send me straight to the nuthouse, but oh well."

"Angels? Fluffy wings, halo-wearing, angels?"

"It could be some sort of alien or something which the myths are based off, though," she pondered. "I wouldn't be surprised."

"That's more likely than actual angels," the Doctor said.

Rose winced. "They're loud, whatever they are. And they don't seem to be very friendly."

"I could attempt to put a block on your mind, try and quieten them down," the Doctor suggested.

"Please," Rose said, rubbing her head slightly. The voices were already giving her a migraine.

The Doctor placed his hands on her temples again, and she could feel the voices quieting, almost like turning down the volume on a radio. She sighed in relief. "That better?" the Doctor said, removing his hands from her face.

"Much. Thanks." She leaned up and kissed him, a small peck on his lips.

The Doctor smiled. "That's okay." He helped her stand, before turning to the now-ruined pasta with a sigh. "Chinese?"

She smirked. "Sure."

…

The voices persisted, and when the Doctor's walls broke down, she winced and asked the Doctor to build them back up. She gave a running commentary of the angel's movements, and as the seals broke down, there would be a burst of noise and frantic chatter over the telepathic network.

She still worked, as a field agent at the Parallel Universe's Torchwood, which was too trigger-happy for the Doctor's liking, but better that their home universe's Torchwood. The Doctor worked there as both a researcher and a field agent, where he was legally Doctor James Noble, though no-one called him that.

They were out on a mission, in a warehouse in south London. There had been disappearances reported around this area for years now, and strange energy fluctuations reported on their scanners. The Doctor suspected an alien race called the 'Weeping Angels', which she had found ironic, suggesting the angels in her head could be the angels they were tracking now. Another seal had been broken yesterday, and a major one by the sound of it. They were blaming an angel called Castiel, who she found strangely familiar, and the Winchester brothers. They seemed to blame the Winchesters a lot.

They were in the abandoned warehouse on high alert, with strange light-giving stones that had been a gift from an alien race they had helped years ago. They were said never to go out, which would be useful against the Angels, a creature that thrived in the dark. It was better than letting them sit in storage. The Doctor led the mission, because he had experience in facing these creatures, and even been affected by their deadly touch. As they snuck through the warehouse, weapons trained on the shadows, the whispers in her head silenced.

Completely.

She was so shocked, she stumbled, and when she looked up she was face to face with an angel. She cried out in shock and warning, and the team spun to look.

"Rose," the Doctor cautioned. "Don't blink. Jake, Morris, Take your teams and check the rest of the warehouse."

"I need to blink," Rose said, and when the Doctor nodded, she turned and blinked a couple of times.

"Can someone get a mirror?" The Doctor's idea had been ingenious, placing the mirror in front of the Angels to lock it into place. Someone dragged a full-length mirror over, propping it up on its stand, and they looked away with a sigh of relief.

"You okay?" the Doctor said. "I notice you stumbled."

She nodded. "Yeah, just… the Angels went silent. Like, completely silent, and it startled me."

"Completely silent?"

She nodded. He furrowed his brow. "Could they have detected you listening in?"

"No, I haven't even attempted to contact them since you tried. Maybe something happened to them?"

"Maybe," the Doctor said, and then Jake gave a shout, so they ran over to help.

…

The angels started back up when they were driving back. They had found three weeping angels in total, and had then left the mirrors in place. There would be people to do periodical checks on the warehouse, to make sure a curious child hadn't moved any of the mirrors. When the voices started up again, she winced, but listened in anyway.

They wanted a girl named Anna, and the Winchesters were hiding her.

Anna, a fallen angel.

Then suddenly she knew what she was.

Right, So this will be set in around season 4/5 of supernatural.

I'm only up to season 5 of supernatural (Swan Song killed me) so I'm sorry if i get anything wrong.

This is based off a tumblr prompt (search up superwho rose angel and it's one of the first images)

I will try and update, but school, so updates may be slow. (sorry in advance.)