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Sam and Dean gazed at the stars, leaning on the hood of the Impala, waiting for Bobby's "contact" to show up. They'd met before, and hit it off immediately. Usually, they only meet up when there was some sort of emergency, but they'd gotten a message asking to get together, as the Doctor was no longer travelling with his old companion, whatever that means. He appeared to be late, however, so they'd relaxed while waiting for him to arrive.
They were so engrossed with the view that they didn't notice and odd vworp vworp noise or the sudden appearance of a blue police box. They did, however, notice that when the Doctor called out to them he was wearing a fez. They spent a few minute catching up, then chatting about various topics that caught their interest.
Eventually, Dean gave the Doctor an odd look, then asked out of the blue, "Do you ever feel like settling down? You know, picket white fence and wife and kids and all that?"
The Doctor looked sad, then replied, "I had that once, actually. Also, I had a sixteen year old daughter that was alive for a day, so there's that."
Dean stared. "No way. Really? I thought I was the only one."
"You had a day old sixteen year old too?"
"Yeah. Her name was Emma. Sam shot her."
"Sam!" The Doctor exclaimed, shocked.
"She was going to kill him! Besides," Sam said defensively. "Dean's killed two of my girlfriends."
"No, I only ganked Ruby!" Dean protested.
"No, you killed Amy too."
"Amy?" The Doctor queried.
"Yeah, Amy Pond."
The Doctor gasped. "No! Was she a redhead? Did she have a pet Rory?"
"A pet Rory?" Sam paused, then shook his head and decided to leave it. "Never mind. No, she wasn't."
The Doctor sighed in relief. "Good. Anyways, I did have a family once, but they died a long time ago."
"Yeah, ours too. Including each other." Dean said.
"Yeah, Mom died when I was six months old. On fire. On the ceiling. Then my girlfriend, Jess, died the same way twenty two years later." Sam sighed. "I always seem to kill people."
"Please. I've committed genocide. The Daleks keep showing up, though..."
"Well, we try to commit genocide on a regular basis, so don't feel bad." Dean said helpfully.
Sam shifted uncomfortably. "If you consider being in Hell dead, I've helped kill an entire species too. The archangels. Well, I guess Cas killed the last one, but I killed half the population. On the upside, we stopped the Apocalypse. On the downside, I got possessed by the Devil and jumped into Hell."
"The Devil? I thought we got rid of him! By 'we' I mean Rose, but you know. Same thing."
"Nope. Said yes, got possessed, took over, jumped in."
"After killing Bobby and Cas and beating me up!"
"I still did it, okay? It's better than you can say."
"So the Devil is an archangel." The Doctor interjected before the argument could escalate. "I thought you said Cas killed the last one. How is that possible?"
"Yeah... Cas came back. And obviously Sam did. I have too!"
The Doctor chuckled grimly. "I know how that works. I've died ten times."
"Dean holds the record, though. He's died about a hundred times, thereabouts. Except not really. Except sort of."
The Doctor looked concerned for Dean's safety. "How do you manage that? I'm centuries older than you and I've died less than that."
"Time loop."
The Doctor nodded appreciatively. "That takes a lot of power. What caused it?"
Dean grimaced. "One of the archangels. He's dead now. Obviously. But hold on a second, you said you've lived centuries. You don't look that old."
"Dean." Sam hissed, "Come on, you're older than you should be too. Have some respect."
"I'm a Time Lord. How did you two manage it, though?"
"Hell. Time passes faster down there. Four months Earth time, forty years Hell time."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Sam, you said you went to Hell too, how old are you?"
"You first."
"Oh, I'm about nine hundred."
Sam smirked. "Ha!"
"So, how old are you?"
"About five thousand, give or take." He paused thoughtfully. "Which means I'm the older brother, I guess."
Dean and the Doctor stared.
"What?"
"You spent five thousand years in Hell?"
"Yeah. Dean, you knew that. Why do you look so shocked?"
"I thought it was about a hundred eighty."
"Nah, time is faster in the Cage than Hell."
The Doctor shifted uncomfortably, then said, "My Tardis can go anywhere, anywhen. So I'd say that she moves faster than Hell. I'm not sure if that counts, though."
Sam and Dean looked at each other. "You have a time machine?" They chorused.
"Yeah, you want to see her?"
Dean nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! The only other time I've time travelled was by angel express, and that wasn't fun."
The Doctor looked at him oddly, but decided not to comment in favor of letting them into the Tardis.
They stepped inside, then looked around the interior incredulously.
Sam glanced up at the ceiling happily. "There's enough room for me to fit in here! And it can go anywhere? Sold."
Dean, however, looked around critically, then gave the Doctor an intense, undecipherable look. The Doctor glanced around nervously, wondering what was wrong with the Tardis (absolutely nothing, cause she was always perfect), before Dean gave a short nod before saying, "She's good." He paused, then said something that would spark a bloodthirsty feud that would last for years.
"But Baby is still better."