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Chapter 3

Dean stared at the funny looking man with the bow tie and a tweed suit. "What?!" He asked, glancing over at Sam. Sam didn't take his eyes off of the mysterious man or the blue box that had landed merely inches away from the front of their beloved Impala. The man was staring at them, his eyebrows furrowed, causing a wrinkle on his forehead to appear. He had messy brown hair that went in a wave over his forehead. Oh God, Dean thought, knowing that this person, whomever they happen to be was going to be like Sam when it came to their hair. He looked at the man's bow tie, which was perfectly straight and the exact same color as the brown suit her wore. He had a tweed jacket, with a pocket watch attached. Dean sighed again, wondering if he would always be the only one that didn't care about appearances. Somehow, Dean sensed that this was only the first time of many he would see the odd man with the blue box.

"Hello there!" The man said, a cheerful smile on his face. Dean couldn't help but think he was a demon of sorts, appearing out of thin air. But he couldn't judge. He knew he and Sam had done the same thing when Cass poofed them to wherever the hell the now found. "I'm the Doctor!'" The man exclaimed, stepping out of the box and walking to the window of the Impala. "Now," he said, pulling an odd object out of his pocket that had a pulsing green light at the end, waving in over the Impala, as if he were scanning it. He walked around the car twice, Dean watching with wide eyes, and Sam just trying to figure out what had happened.

"Now," the man that intoruced himself as the Doctor said, "Who are you?" Dean and Sam glanced at each other before Dean slowly stood the salt gun he kept under the dash into his pocket and stepped out of the car. "Dean, Dean Winchester. Who calls themselves just the Doctor? Doctor Who?" He asked, as a smile found its way onto the Doctor's face. "Just the Doctor. Now who's the long haired one?" The man who Dean refused to mentally address as the Doctor said, pointing towards Sam. He opened his door, stepping out slowly. "Sam," Sam said, the look on his face obviously showing that he was looking for signs that the man was a demon, spirit, another hunter, or anything that they had ever hunted. Dean slightly muttered under his breath to Cass, hoping that he wouldn't have sent more hunters to deal with whatever was here.

Dean looked up at the Doctor, still weary of the blue box that was clear in his eyesight when staring out the Doctor. Suddenly a girl came to the front of the box. "What?!" Sam and dean both exclaimed at the same time. A short girl with dark brown hair was standing in the box, which was too small to have held both of them at the same time. Sam had calculated that, while Dean just stared at the girl. "Who's this?" He asked, staring at her. "Clara," the girl answered with a thick British accent, "Clara Oswald. Doctor, where are we, and who are they?" She asked slowly, looking from Dean to Sam and eventually to their car. "The Winchesters," The Doctor said, "Hunters, quite obviously. Hrer for the same reason as us, I presume. To hunt the ghost. My only question is, you two haven't even been born yet. I've met you before…but that must be in your future, so just forget about that. So, how did you get here?" Dean and Sam stared at him with wide eyes. "Can you say that again? Maybe slower and in English?" Dean said, not understanding a word that had come out of the Doctor's mouth. "Wibbly-wobbly stuff. How did you get here? You haven't even been born yet. Before you ask how I know that, I've met both of you before, in your futures and my past. I'm a time traveler, this is my TARDIS," he said, motioning to the blue box, "And the girl is my companion, Clara. She travels with me. Last time I met you, I hadn't found her yet. I'm a Timelord, the last of my kind, over a thousand years old, and that should answer all of the questions you could possibly have. Now, answer mine. How are you here? You can't be here. It's impossible. You don't have Time Vortex Manipulators yet. What year is it for you?" Dean and Sam nodded slightly, processing the information the best that they could, but still finding trouble in it. "Um…," Dean said, unsure if this man was trustworthy enough or even insane enough to believe their story about Cass, "Castiel sent us back. He said there was a case here and then, poof here we were." The Doctor nodded, seeming to understand. "Ah, Castiel," the Doctor said smiling, "He gives me a run for my money when it comes to age. Bit loopy though, but wouldn't you be too after seeing all of the things someone his age has seen?" The Doctor continued to ramble on about Cass, but Dean was already lost. Sam however was fully engaged and listening, even asking questions. Dean just wanted to know when Cass was going to get his angel ass to wherever he threw them and tell them what was going on.

"Doctor," Dean said, interrupting him, "Still confused on one thing, Doc." The Doctor's face faltered for a second, not liking the name Dean would call him for as long as they were friends. "What is it, Dean?" The Doctor asked, hoping he wouldn't have to go over everything yet again. He knew Clara was beyond confused and that's why she was being quiet, unlike her normal high-pitched, loud, sassy self. "What year is this and why the hell are we here?"

The Doctor smiled and turned slowly to face Dean. "The year is 1974. We, are here to hunt a ghost."