Sam blinked, a blue-green light flooding his vision. Everything hurt: his head throbbed, limbs aching as he sat up, chest burning. He looked around, expecting to be back int eh Impala, or inside buckingham Palace, but he wasn't in either of those places.

"What the…?" he said to himself as he looked around, his shadows casting a long shadow on the floor. Everything was made of metal- silver, bronze, you name it. colorful lights blinked happily, oblivious to the fact that someone was inside the room. In the center of the area was a console, covered with all sorts of springs, pulls levers and buttons, all waiting to be pushed.

"I see you're up," came a gruff voice. Sam looked around, truing his best to discern where the voice was coming from. Everything looked as if it were swimming, his head aching. What had happened that bought him here? And where was here, exactly? He spotted a familiar head of blond hair standing to the side, her fists clenched and shaking.

"Rose…?" he asks. Rose nodded, her lower lip quivering. Blinking away dots of color, he saw her being flanked by his brother - Thank god he's okay, he thought- as well as the Doctor and Jack, all of whom had somewhat terrified looked plastered to their faces.

"Samuel, who are these people?" came the same raspy voice- Castiel! his mind screamed, but how was he there, wherever the were?

"Cas?" came Dean's deep growl, and Sam rolled his eyes. It would probably only take a few seconds for them to start making goo goo eyes at each other any minute. Sam rolled his eyes, the floor cool against the pans of his hands as he pushed himself up. Dusting himself off, he looked around, ignoring everyone else's confuse stares.

"So," he said, "where are we?" Den shook his head. First Sam was missing, but now he was back… and with Cas no less…

"Um, we're in the- Rose, what did you cal this bite bucket?"

"Hey!" the Doctor shouted in protest.

"The TARDIS, Dean," Rose said.

"Yeah, we're in what she said," Dean grinned like a child, keeping his eyes on Cas.

"Where did you two come from?" the Doctor piped up, his accent becoming thick.

"What?' Sam asked, confused.

"You," the Doctor jutted his chin at the taller Winchester, "where in the bloody hell did you come out of?" Sam shrugged.

"I don't understand, Sam said. Cas nodded.

"Likewise," the angel agreed.

"We were just down the hall, fighting off a man with frankly, bad fashion taste," said Jack, "then we her screaming and find you two standing int eh console room!"

"Screaming?" Sam scoffed, "I don't remember any screaming…" Rose waved hand, wiggling her fingers.

"I said I heard screaming, so I ran to get them," she explained.

"And just so we all know, we left a temporarily frozen and demonic version of myself down the hall!" the Doctor pointed out. Sam widened his eyes0 there was a demon on board? And they were doing nothing?!

"Wait- what?" he guffawed. The Doctor nodded.

"Oh! And your friend-"

"Crowley is not our friend, Doc," Dean corrected him.

"Crowley was here?!" Sam asked in astonishment. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, he was here," Dean said, "and he had a hand in your little magic act earlier so-"

"Are we all ignoring me now?" Jack said. Rose rolled her eyes.

"Yes Jack," she said plainly, "yes we are." Jack groaned, his eyes fallen ton the angel. He had dark hair and a constellation of stubble on his face. His lips were a pale pink and full. His eyes, well,, they looked like they could be ice, they were so blue.

"Well, hello handsome," Jack grinned, swaggering over to the angel, who gave him a cautious glare.

"No, I'm pretty sure you've mistaken me for someone else," the angel said in a raspy baritone that sent chills up and down the time traveler's spine.

"Sure, sure," Jack licked his lips, "what's say you and I fly the coop?" The Doctor ran up t them, clapping Jack by the ear.

"Captain Jack Harkness!" the alien said curtly, "what did I say?!" Jack winced as the Doctor pinched his ear, the man's nails digging into him, drawing a thin line of blood.

"OW!" Jack rented himself away from the Doctor, rubbing his ear, looking at the drops of blood that stained his fingers, "What was that for?!"

"What's your name?" the Doctor asked the angel.

"Castiel," Castiel answered, unsure elf what was going on- but then again, that was usually the case with him.

"Well, Castiel," the Doctor sent a glare at Jack, daggers stabbing him time and time again, "I do apologize for my colleagues actions. Just ignore him and it will be fine." Jack gaped, narrowing his eyes at the alien.

"Oh, so now I'm not allowed to talk to anyone?!"

"Nope!" the Doctor shook his head. Jack slumped his shoulders in grief. Tere were a bunch of gorgeous people not eh ship and now he was not allowed to talk to any of them! Could it have gotten worse?

After settling the problems with Jack, the Doctor sauntered over to Sam, clapping a hand on his arm, since he couldn't actually reach his shoulder. The taller man gave him a nervous smile, his eyes filled with confusion, and…. Is that fear? the Doctor thought, then shook it away. For a man of his stare, he should be able to take care of himself. The console chugged away, loud and monotonous.

"Are you alright?" he asked, running a hand through his hair. Sam shrugged- was he okay? He didn't really know what was going on.

"I- I guess?" he said uncertainly. The Doctor smiled.

"Good enough!" he bellowed and suddenly began tearing away at the console, smashing buttons and yanking levers, "Now, where are we gonna go?" His demeanor became almost child-like as he began babbling about where he was int eh past, who had fancied him, much to the confusion of the hunters.

"Dean, Samuel," Castiel piped up, "where are we?"

"Uh, the TARDIS, buddy," Dean explained, hoping the didn't sound insane- although for him, insane was a good change, not at all like what he dh witnessed before. Castiel nodded, his eyes squinted at the Doctor, who was now clutching Rose for dear life, the girl having a broad grin plastered on her face, a look of pure glee.

"And that man," Castiel said, "what is his name?"

"Uh…. the Doctor," Dean said dumbly.

"Doctor?" Cas asked, "of what kind?" Dean shrugged. He didn't really know himself. While the two of them talked, Sam abled over to the Doctor and Rose, who were now in their own little world, completely ignoring them and Jack, who sulked against the console, playing with his De-Mat gun, fiddling with the insides.

"Doctor, what happened, exactly?" Sam cut in to their gales of laughter, "I still am not sure…"

"Well, you said-" the Doctor began, then cut himself off, a grave look crossing his eyes. Sam blinked- what had he said? Whatever it is, it's definitely bad, he thought, then sighed, "Well, what happened after that?"

"Oh, well, after you said… it, you sir tot had a panic attack and collapsed, unconscious outside the palace… and we probably shouldn't have left you there…"

"You left me there?!" Sam exclaimed. The Doctor nodded, sucking in his cheeks.

"Yeah… probably not the best idea, considering when we went back out to get you you had disappeared….." the Doctor admitted, shoving his hands in his pockets. By now, Sam's eyes were buggin out of their sockets.

"Wh-where…." Sam moaned, clutching his head, fingers getting tangled in his brown hair.

"Okay, okay!" Dean barked, "just calm down, Sammy!"

"Where did I go?!" Sammy cried, then jabbed Dean in the chest with his finger, "And don't tell me to calm down, Dean! I am so far from calming down!" Cas cocked his head, a puppy being adopted by a new family, inspecting who they were.

"I don't believe that man has ever been to a medical school, Dean," Cas stated, crossing his arms. The fabric of his trench coat looked ask fit were about to rip at the seams, the sleeves being pulled extremely tightly.

"Whatever, Cas!" Dean said grumpily as Sam began to sob with rage. In a blur, he connected his fist with Sam's face, knocking his brother to the ground. Rose gasped, the Doctor hanging his jaw like a clown.

"Damn it, you really don't know when to shut up!" Dean muttered under his breath, moving Sam's hair out of eh way. Already, a bruise was starting to form, and Dean winced. He really had to get some anger management, because he never liked hitting anyone- his brother especially.

"That's gonna become quite the shiner, eh?" he heard Jack. Looking up, he found the time traveler peering over his shoulder, an impressed smile glued to his face.

"What, you think it's funny?" Dean demanded. Jack shook his head, still looking at the bruise on Sam's face.

"I just haven't seen a punch like that in a few thousand years is all," Jack commented.

"What?" Dean asked, thinking, Please don't be true, whatever you just said! Jack shrugged as he stood up, muscles aching from leaning over for a while.

"Everywhere I've been-"

"Jack!" the Doctor shouted curtly, "don't you start or I swear-"

"Or you swear what?" Jack countered, "you'll throw me out of the TADRIS?" The Doctor shrugged, looking as if he was pondering the idea- which he probably is, Dean thought, because this guy is not someone I'd want to travel with either!

"I can if I really wanted to!" the Doctor said. Jack cupped an ear, leaning closer to the Doctor.

"What was that?" he joked, "I couldn't hear you over the sound of the engine!" Rose rolled her eyes.

"Please don't get sarcastic now!" she pleaded, crossing her arms over her chest. Her lower lip jutted out, and Dean thought for a second that she looked a bit like Angelina Jolie- only blond, and with a British accent.

"Dean, what is going on?" Cas asked, his blue eyes flitting from one face to another.

"Beats me, buddy," Dean sighed, "but I did just knock out my brother." Cas looked down at sam, his face one of indifference.

"I see," he said casually.

"You can't get rid of me even if you wanted to!" Jack pointed t the Doctor accusingly, a grimace on his face.

"You think I haven't tried hard enough?" the Doctor shot back, "trust me, I've tried harder then you could ever imagine! You and your stupid Torchwood-"

"I've told you, I changed it!"

"-Always mucking up with me! I swear I will no long rinvit you on these trips-"

"You didn't even invite me! I basically invited myself!" Rose blew her hair out of her face, an annoyed glint in her eyes.

"Exactly why you shouldn't ever be here in the first place!" the Doctor was essentially screeching now, a thin whine accompanied by Scottish drunkeness. As the two travelers were fighting, Dean was keeping his yes on Rose, who was now looking very bored and focusing her attention on the unconscious man laying on the floor. Her hands were delicate, Dean noticed, as she brushed away Sam's hair to aspect the bruise.

"Sam?" she whispered- barely loud enough for Dean to hear from where he stood with Cas, "Sam?" Dean sighed. Whatever she was ding, it was not going to get her anywhere.

"You know," she said, the Doctor and jack still fighting overhead, "you're very lucky that you only have one person to deal with." Dean grunted- if only she knew. Sam's head lolled to the side, and he barely noticed drool starting to form at the corner of his mouth.

"Dean, what is she doing?" Cas asked. Den shrugged.

"I don't know," Dean answered, a smile growing on his face, "but it's better then listening to the two bozos fighting."

"But what do any of these people have to do with your situation?" Cas pressed urgently. Dean pointed to the Doctor, who was flailing his hands wildly in the air now.

"See that man?' Dean asked, "he's called the Doctor. And he was possessed.

"By a demon?" Cas asked. Dean rolled his eyes.

"No, by Casper the Friendly Ghost," Dean said sarcastically, "yes by a demon! Jeez, it sometimes makes me wonder what you Angels do in Heaven all day!"

"Was that sarcasm?" Cas asked.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter," Dean said, "what matters is that the man in the brown suit with the sneakers was possessed."

"He doesn't look possessed to me," Cas said, squinting his eyes at the alien. Dean shrug chis shudders, sighing.

"Yeah, well, we left the demon version of him back in the hall," Dean said, running a hand through his hair.

"There are two of them?" Cas asked. Dean nodded.

"It's a long story," Dean muttered.

"What happens when they meet?" Cas urged starig intensely at the Doctor, who was now slapping Jack over and over again across teh face.

"The dude sid something about a time paradox, I don't really know anything about that stuff," Dean mumbled, rubbing his chin. He turned tot ace the angel, then gasped- he was no longer standing there. "Where did he…?" He ten spotted the angel standing close to the Doctor, squinting at him awkwardly yet intensely.

"Shit," Dean muttered, knowing that nothing good was going to come out of this little excursion.