Title: Busman's Holiday

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: Tag to 7x01 – AU a little crossover interlude of this show I adore with the show I have loved since I was 6. Supernatural meets Doctor Who. Takes place between Death leaving the boys at the house and the next morning at Bobby's and anime porn.

Author's note: Using the current Doctor because, and all you naysayers can bite my shiny white ass, I love him. Heh. He reminds me of Tom Baker who was and always will be MY Doctor.

Unrelated plot bunnies: The new bane of my writing life. Blame delays of my multi-chapter fics on my capricious Muse deciding my focus is never distracted enough. :D

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P

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CHAPTER 1

"What do you think he meant?" Dean asked softly.

"Huh?" Sam glanced over at him then back out the window. "Who?"

"Death, dumbass." Dean rolled his eyes. What he actually wanted to talk about was the fact that it had taken a damn Horseman to tell Dean his brother was keeping crap from him again, but since there was no way that was ending well in the car, he settled on something less potentially explosive. "Death said maybe he should spend his effort on a better planet. You think he meant it?"

Sam struggled to make his fracturing mind pay attention, to focus. "Meant what? I'm not following."

"Another planet dude! Like, the way he said it, you suppose there really is, you know, life out there somewhere? Gray, big eyed, probes in uncomfortable places life?"

Sam snorted a laugh, finally seeing where Dean was going. "Universe is a big place. The law of probabilities says there absolutely has to be other life out there somewhere." Plenty of life right here Sammy. The voice slithered into Sam's head and he squeezed his eyes shut, facing out the window so Dean wouldn't see. He missed the Impala. He missed the comfort of her interior, the smell of her seats. The beater they were driving until Dean could piece her back together just didn't comfort him like she did…and did nothing to keep that voice from his mind.

"You're such a geek." Dean muttered with a sidelong glance at the back of Sam's shaggy head. He was studiously staring out the passenger window and he wondered what exactly was going through his head just then. A loud bang, like something breaking the sound barrier drew Dean's eyes back to the road.

"CRAP!" Dean shouted and swerved the car to the side and off the road into the ditch as something large and blue spun across the road, nearly taking out the front end of the car. "What the hell was that?"

"Looked like…"Sam's voice trailed as he stared into the trees where the object had crashed through.

"Like what?" Dean asked, cutting the engine and checking himself for injuries.

Sam shook his head, afraid to answer because he was sure it had to be another hallucination. He rubbed at the spot on his forehead where he'd cracked into the window. "I dunno."

"Well let's go find out." Dean pulled himself out of the car and stepped into the cold water at the bottom of the ditch. "Awesome." He groaned, shaking out his boot and climbed up to the trunk. "Come on, Sasquatch!" Sam got out and leaned back for a moment, letting his head stop spinning. "Hey, you good?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm ok." Sam gave him a smile and clambered up the short incline to meet him. Dean handed him a shotgun and took one for himself, adding a flask of holy water to his pocket and checked his favorite Desert Eagle was where it belonged at his back.

"Ok, let's go see what the hell almost hit us." Dean shut the trunk and switched on his mag-lite, leading the way through the ditch and up to the now gaping hole in the tree line.

Something large had crashed through and gone deeper into the woods. Of course it was a lonely road so anything bad happened and they were on their own. They stepped silently through the woods, each staying to the side of the wide swath of flattened trees. Ahead of them they could hear an odd grinding sound and something deeper, like the gonging of some distant bell. They stepped past a line of crushed bushes and both stopped, staring.

"Is that…" Dean blinked hard, trying to make sense of it.

"A police box." Sam said softly, relieved to know it hadn't just been in his head. "It's a freakin police box!"

"Ok. This is a new one." Dean moved closer, shotgun raised and trained. It was a large, deep blue box inexplicably sitting in the middle of the woods and pouring smoke from various places. The light on top was dark and the windows were lit by something inside.

Sam eased up to his brother's side, eyes wide. "How…it flew across the road. What the hell's going on?"

Dean shook his head and backed up a step when the door suddenly opened. More smoke wafted out through the now open door, lit with a warm orange glow. "Heads up, Sam." Dean warned and took a step closer just as a tall, gangly and odd looking man stumbled out into the cool night air, coughing lustily.

The man waved his arms wildly in the door, trying to vacate the smoke and shouted back in a rich, British accent. "You couldn't have given me a warning?" He coughed some more and kicked the base of the police box. "Honestly!" He turned around and stopped, eyes widening. "Oh! Um…hello?" He wore a ridiculous tweed suit topped with a bright red bowtie and suspenders, his unruly dark brown hair fell over his eyes and for a moment reminded Dean of his brother. "I come in peace!" The man paused. "Well I think I do. I probably do but then you never can tell. Who are you? No, wait, where am I?"

Dean shook his head at the strange man, looking over to see his brother wide eyed and, he thought, a little amused. "Where the hell did you come from?" Dean asked, his low, gravelly voice carrying over the distressed sounds issuing from the box.

"Gallifrey." The man answered easily. "Or do you mean just now? The Barren Cascade of Androzani Major which isn't actually barren at all. Quite lovely in fact. There's this little hot spring just outside the Chapel of the Depleted Cell where the water bubbles like…"

"Dude. What?" Dean lowered his gun a little, not sensing any danger from him. "You're not making any sense. Who are you?"

"Oh! Right! Introductions." He straightened his bowtie and ran a hand through his hair that did nothing to calm the crazy spikes and stepped forward. "I'm the Doctor! Or, the caretaker most recently and you have guns."

Sam snorted. His instincts were telling him this Doctor posed no threat to them and he wondered if maybe the guy weren't just a little around the bend himself. Sam glanced at his brother, trusting him to have his back and lowered his shotgun. "I'm Sam. This is my brother, Dean."

The Doctor took a step toward the young man, noting how the older brothers'…and he was sure he was the older brother, how his gun instantly came back up protectively. "Pleasure to meet you, Sam." The Doctor focused on the boys blue-green eyes and saw quite a bit more than he was expecting stir in their depths. He gave his brother a similar study and saw the same. "Dean, you know you really don't need to point that at me and for the record, I react badly to guns."

"Most things do." Dean smiled. "That usually works for us." Dean nodded at the police box. "So how about you tell us what the hell that is, what you're doing here and what you are cause you aint human pal." Dean was as sure of that as he'd ever been of anything. This guy, goofy and British and eccentric just hit his Hunter radar wrong.

The Doctor raised a brow at him and grinned. "Perceptive Humans!" He exclaimed and clapped his hands. "Now there's something I don't meet every day." The Doctor strode back to the box, looking hastily inside and turned back. "This is my TARDIS. I'm just passing through really. Bit of trouble with the dimensional stabilizers." He sauntered back toward the boys. "Shouldn't even be here of course. Whole different dimension and really that's not even supposed to happen anymore but there was a black hole and a collapsing star and I really wasn't doing anything and figured I'd get a closer look and one thing led to another and I cracked right through the dimensional walls…"

Dean listened to the insane drabble for another minute before rolling his eyes. This guy was worse than his little brother in college geek mode. "Hey!" Dean yelled, breaking into the monologue. The Doctor stopped with a startled wave of his arms and stared at him. "What the hell are you doing here?" He tried again.

The Doctor leaned back against his TARDIS and watched the man carefully, seeing the danger in the sparkling green eyes and smiled. "You wanted to know if there was other life out there." He said then, softly and nodded up at the night sky, smiling more widely when Dean's jaw fell open along with his brothers. "I wasn't going to…drop by but something told me you needed to find some hope, somewhere." He'd felt the pain from these men even across the dimensional vortex and it had pulled at him. He felt something of a kindred spirit in them, in whatever long road of hell these men had survived and he knew they had.

"How…how do you know what I said?" Dean glared at him, done being friendly. "If you haven't figured it out yet, genius, we're Hunters. You wanna stop screwing with us. What are you? Demon? Angel? Djinn?"

"Demon? Really?" The Doctor looked down at himself with wide eyes and back up, surprised.

"Christo." Sam said suddenly but the Doctor didn't even flinch, just looked at him strangely and smiled again.

"Ok. Not a Demon." Dean growled and took a menacing step forward. "What. Are. You?"

"None of the above!" The Doctor said cheerfully. "Time Lord." He pointed at himself and raised his brows, waiting. "No? Well that makes things more difficult." A series of odd noises came from the police box and the Doctor glanced at it in irritation. "Normally I'd take you for a little joyride to the moon and back to show you but she's still got some work to do. Breaking through wasn't exactly easy." He chuckled. "Impossible actually, but that's something I excel at. The impossible."

"Ok I'm just gonna shoot him." Dean said with an irritated smile at his brother. "Can I do that?"

"No." Sam smirked. He stepped closer to the strange police box, looking to the Doctor for permission. He nodded happily and waved an arm. Sam shrugged back at Dean, trusting him to have his back and stepped to the door, peeking inside. "Holy…crap." His brain didn't want to reconcile what his eyes were seeing. He stepped back, taking a long look at the outside, an ordinary blue police box, and then stuck his head in the door again.

"Sam? What is it?" Dean kept his weapon trained on the weirdo, eyes on his brother. "Talk to me little brother."

"I…" Sam stopped, still not believing his own eyes and frankly, concerned his hallucinations were reaching a whole new level. "Um, you better come look." Sam stepped back and at a nod from Dean, raised his shotgun reluctantly. He still didn't think this Doctor was a threat and didn't like pointing the gun at him but his brother's safety came first. Dean stalked past him and stuck his head inside as Sam had done and then backed up a step in astonishment.

"No way in hell." Dean reached out and banged his knuckles on the wooden exterior. "You see that?"

"It's bigger on the inside?" Sam asked and heaved a sigh of relief when Dean nodded. It wasn't his head playing tricks.

Dean shook his head in disbelief and strode around the box, knocking his fist against it, assuring himself it was solid before reaching the front and looking inside again. It was enormous. Somehow, crammed into the narrow exterior was a whole, massive room that frankly looked out of this world. "Alright. What the hell's goin' on?"

"It's my…ship." The Doctor said with a smile and tempted fate, patting a hand awkwardly on Dean's shoulder. When he didn't receive a blast to the face, he smiled more widely. "Travels in space." He paused for effect. "And time!"

"Been there. Done that." Sam said with an eye roll.

"Got the damn T-shirt." Dean finished and looked at the Doctor's flabbergasted face with amusement. "What else you got, Doc?"

"You know, usually people are astonished or at least have the grace to pretend." The Doctor said in a huff, not at all pleased with the lack of shock on the men's faces. He'd just have to try harder. "Fine. In you go then." He waved at them. "She should have herself together enough for a little hop. Go on!"

"In there?" Dean raised his brows at the man. "Riiiight."

"You're quite possibly the two most least trusting humans I have ever met in any of my lives." The Doctor threw his hands up in the air and glared at them. "Someone offers you a ride in a dimensionally transcendental time travelling spaceship you say yes! It's not like that offer comes along ever millennium you know."

"Dean." Sam put a hand on his brother's arm and let him see the curiosity that was gnawing at him. "We're armed. He's not and we're not exactly push overs in any time."

Dean rolled his eyes. His geek brother had come out to play and had pulled out the dreaded puppy dog eyes while he was at it. "Dude, if we end up naked in a field later I'm kickin' your ass." He turned to the Doctor and lowered his shotgun at last, resigned. "Alright, but anything hinkey happens and I promise you aint gonna like what happens next."

"Hinkey?" The Doctor looked at him and chuckled. "I'm going to remember that one. In you go, boys." In a thousand years he'd never had this much trouble getting anyone into his TARDIS. This had been worth the little dimensional crack he'd have to seal up later and the not so flattering landing. "Let's see what trouble we can get in to hmm?"

Dean stepped ahead of Sam and walked in first, eyes going wide as he went further in. It was bigger than he'd initially thought and the ceiling was vaulted high overhead. He moved his shotgun as the Doctor came in behind, closing the doors and all but danced ahead of him up a set of glass stairs to a massive…well he didn't know what the hell it was but it was huge and round and covered in dials and switches. Sam came up beside him and stared around, mouth open in a silent 'oh'.

"Dude, your geek is showing." Dean said, deadpan and swallowed a laugh when Sam looked down to his fly before glaring back up at him.

"You're such a jerk." He said softly and smirked, following the Doctor up to what he was sure was some sort of control console. "This is…amazing." Sam managed, smiling at the Doctor who grinned cheerfully back at him.

The younger brother at least still had some imagination, the Doctor thought to himself. "Now, where shall we go?" He moved quickly about his console, pulling knobs and levers, setting coordinates, unsetting them all in a whirlwind of activity that left both men watching him with amusement and awe respectively. "Oh let's just see where she wants to go."

"She?" Sam ran a finger along the edge of the console, staring into the column.

"The TARDIS of course. " The Doctor gestured generally around them. "Has her own mind sometimes about where she thinks I need to be." He directed a glare at the rotor column. "Which is rarely where I actually tell her to go."

"Wait." Dean stepped up with them finally and looked about. "This thing, your ship, it's alive?" Dean regarded the interior and the Doctor with slightly more understanding. The way the strange man spoke to and caressed the console distinctly reminded him of his own affection for the Impala. In his mind, that meant the guy couldn't be all bad.

"In her own way, yes." The Doctor nodded and patted the column affectionately. He then gave a kindlier look to Dean, seeing a certain understanding in the man's eyes. "Might want to hang on to something." The Doctor warned them and flung the last few switches, sending the Time Rotor into motion. He grinned up at the oh so comforting wheezing, growling sound as the TARDIS went into action.

Dean grinned as well and chuckled. "Sounds like mah baby." He commented and ignored the roll of his brother's eyes. "So, she's like the classic muscle car of spaceships huh?"

"Ah hah!" The Doctor strode over and thumped him good naturedly in the shoulder. "A kindred spirit! I knew it! What's yours?"

"Sleek, black beauty '67 Chevy Impala." Dean said proudly with a disturbing level of fondness in his voice, Sam thought and laughed. The Doctor nodded.

"That is indeed a beauty of a vehicle!" The Doctor stepped back to the console, looking at the screen, trying to divine where they were going and then shrugged, turning back. "Tell me, do they ever tease you about taking proper care of her?"

Dean threw his head back and laughed. Sam joined in and set his shotgun in a chair at the top of the stairs. "He fondles the car." Sam said, shaking his head. "And he talks to it."

"You see if I let you back in her when we get home, Sammy." Dean threatened as the Doctor chuckled.

"You'll have to show her to me when I take you back." He said and then clapped his hands together as the Time Rotor stopped moving with a loud, growling thump. "We're here!"

"Where?" Dean and Sam asked together.

The Doctor pulled the screen back around to him and raised his brows. It was his first time in this particular universe and he'd only had the briefest time to familiarize himself with it and its idiosyncrasies. The concrete existence of angels and demons and the whole pantheon of supernatural goodies that were mere myth in his universe were real here, much to his surprise. The planet the TARDIS had chosen gave him pause.

"Well?" Sam asked and craned his head to see the screen but could make nothing from it. "Where've we ended up? Hope it's not Jersey."

"Man anywhere but Jersey." Dean agreed with a grimace.

"No, no. Not New Jersey." The Doctor smiled and pushed the screen away. "It's a world called Lycanos."

Dean's brows drew together. "Well that word sounds eerily familiar." He glanced at Sam who nodded. "You trying to get us eaten the first time out?"

"Oh it should be fine." The Doctor said airily and headed for the doors. "These aren't the sorts of Were-whatevers you're used to." He opened the door and waited for them. "I don't think."

"Well that's reassuring." Dean hefted his shotgun and stuck a hand in his pocket, feeling a dozen or so rounds of rock salt. What disturbed him was neither he nor Sam were carrying silver rounds. All they had were the silver blades they kept in their boots.

"We're not exactly prepared for this." Sam said cautiously. "I mean, a planet of Werewolves?"

"Don't worry, boys." The Doctor smiled reassuringly. "I promise to get you both home the same way you came in. Human."

"First sign of trouble, we shag ass back here." Dean told Sam and nodded to his shotgun, waiting for him to pick it up. "Give them a blast. Wont kill 'em but it should knock 'em down long enough to get a head start." Sam nodded and they joined the Doctor at the door.

"You know, you two sound an awful lot like warriors." The Doctor observed. "Normally I'd tell you to leave the guns behind but, as we're in your universe, your rules apply I think."

"Good choice." Dean smiled. "Cause trust me the guns were not staying." He stepped through the door outside.

Sam followed, trying to push down the nerves at a planet full of bloodthirsty killers. Sammy, they're going to eat you for lunch you know. He shook his head as he passed the Doctor, willing the voice to silence and didn't see the concerned look the Doctor sent after him before following the Winchesters out.

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Oddly, this was only supposed to be a one shot but it sort of got away from me so now I have absolutely no idea how long this is going to be. Bear with me. :)