1A/N: When I was fleshing out this idea, I initially wanted this to feature Ten but I don't know what overcame me, but I ended up having Eleven. Of course, I had to tweak with a few things while still keeping the main stuff. Overall, I like it.
Pairings: Rose/11th Doctor, Dean/Rose
"C'mon, Sam! Hurry the hell up!" Dean complained while leaning against the surface of his vehicle. He had been waiting for his little brother to order food from a restaurant and he had grown impatient. A grumble poured out and he could hear his stomach imitate the noise. "God." He mumbled aloud and rubbed his stomach in attempts to ease the sound. "Saaaamm!" He heard a voice in the restaurant call out to him to stop complaining, a voice that wasn't Sam's. "Shut up!" He barked back, having turned his head to look at the window, showing a middle-aged man with an angered face. Another groan. Dean closed his eyes and resumed leaning on the Impala.
As he waited, he heard a shift of the wind. Something strong, something almost abnormal. He felt a huge gust hit him, which caused him to slam against the car. A whirring noise accompanied to the blow. A yelp broke out and he instantly opened his eyes to spot a blue box in the middle of the street. He turned back to look at the people in the restaurant. Some of them were looking at the box in amazement while others tried to pay no attention to it at all. Sam was one of the latter; however, whenever he glanced out the window, he had a terrified look and questioned as to how the box appeared or why it was there.
He took a look back at the box and Dean took a cautious step forward, eyes wavered to scan what he could see of the box. He circled around it and he heard something. A door opening. With a leap, Dean hurried back to the front of the suspicious box, the Winchester found a younger looking man in a tweed jacket. The first thing that caught his attention was that ridiculous pink bow tie. "A bow tie? Really? Are you freakin' kidding me?" He commented and pointed at the accessory.
"Bow ties are cool." The other man said confidently with a tweak at the bow tie. A white dress shirt was hiding underneath the jacket and he had matching brown pants to go with the top of his attire and a pair of red shoes which didn't really go with his outfit. He spied Dean pinch his brows together. "What?" With a snap, the box's door closed.
Dean's eyes widened at the motion, amazed at having witnessed the box operate with just a simple movement. What automatically arrived into his head was if he could control the box. He snapped his fingers and waited for something to happen. Of course, nothing did and he rolled his eyes. He went back to focus his attention from the machine to the other man and asked, "Who are you? What are you? How'd you get… here? What the hell is that?"
"My, my. You sure have a lot of questions! Well," the man took a step closer to Dean, his dark, almost jade-like eyes investigated Dean's face and body. "You dress weird for an American!"
"Just answer my questions!"
He raised his hands up a little and made a large leap back. "Okay, okay. I'm the Doctor! Hullo!" He waved at Dean, who in return, just gave him a strange look. "This thing," the Doctor patted at the box, "this is my TARDIS. It stands for 'time and relative dimension in space' but I simply call it a TARDIS. It's a time machine, in simpler terms. I'm pretty sure that explains a lot, don't it?" He heard Dean's stomach growl. The Doctor jumped, surprised, but eventually eased down and laughed at Dean's hunger. "Okay, looks like you're hungry. Do you want to go for a ride? I know this great place in London! Just gotta hop in here and we'll be all set!" He patted at his ship again.
It took a while for Dean to process everything. Time machine disguised as a police box? Is this guy for real or is he joking with me? What… the hell? He pushed the thoughts away and shook his head. "No, I don't want to jump into that thing. And what kind of doctor are you? You don't look like any damn doctor."
"I'm not that kind of doctor," the Doctor gave Dean a cheerful look and a grin that reached to both ears, "Come on, it'll be fun! Food you can't get here! You'll love it! Come on, come on!" He encouraged eagerly, pulled at Dean's jacket sleeve, and snapped his fingers with the other hand. The TARDIS' door opened up and he tried to lug Dean inside, but the hunter supported his ground. "Come on! Let's go!"
Dean shook his head again, unwilling. "No, I'm not going to jump into your freaking time machine or whatever the hell that is!" He was not planning to give in to something like this, even if this guy, 'the Doctor', was telling the truth.
The Doctor let go of Dean's jacket and sighed. He leaned against the blue box with his arms crossed. "You can either wait for your friend to get you your food or you can come with me. He's in the back of the line. I'm pretty sure I can get you something to eat before he can get to the counter!" The Doctor bit at his bottom lip and swayed.
It was difficult. He tried to decide on whether he should wait for Sam or to go with the Doctor. After a moment's hesitation, Dean finally picked his answer. "Fine, fine. Just…" he looked back at the building that Sam was in. A low sigh was made in a desperate and flaccid manner. Dean diverted his attention from Sam to the Doctor, nodded, and took a peek into the box. "It's… bigger on the inside?" He asked, both confused and strangely amused.
"Yeah… funny, right?" With an excited yell, the Doctor leaped into the TARDIS' interior right after Dean and closed the door behind him. "Right, right. London! Modern London or…?" He heard the hunter say 'your pick' and the Doctor glided over to the center of the TARDIS to where the console panel was. He hoisted a lever up and tinkered with the other buttons. He managed to type out coordinates. "All right, all right. You better hold onto something! It's going to be bumpy!" The Doctor slammed his hand at one last button, which made the TARDIS jerk forward before making that familiar wheezing noise. He took a glimpse at Dean. He was holding tightly onto one of the rails near the stairs. "Good, good! It'll be over, don't worry!"
It took the TARDIS to get to its destination in a good four minutes. Dean had turned a faint green, groaning and moving violently with the movement of the box. The Doctor, having already experienced the trips countless of times, simply grabbed a hold of the console. The TARDIS stopped and the younger looking man let go of the console, and strode over to Dean. "Hey, come on! Oh… I forgot, what was your name?" He walked past Dean and opened the door. With a step forward, he exited out of the box.
"I didn't… ugh." Dean still was experiencing the after effects of the TARDIS. "That was worse than a trip on an airplane! Dude! I'm finding my own way back when we're done!" He snapped while having held his head. The green tint on his cheeks disappeared, but he was still very unstable. With a tiny groan, the sick man replied, "I didn't tell you my name… it's Dean. Dean Winchester. See, that's a name. Not the Doctor."
The Doctor rolled his eyes at the response and gestured at Dean to come out. "Come on, come on!" He still had his eager tone going on; it was like it would never leave. He looked around the area. Somewhere in London. He could see Big Ben… though, something felt strange. With a continuous squint, the Doctor turned his head from left to right. The Doctor paid no attention whatsoever to the people that walked past him. He was more interested in the buildings. It was not right. Some were new when they should be old. There shouldn't be certain things here. "That's weird… this is London, but it's not…" He didn't finish the sentence, but the thought still stuck to him.
Dean, finally having gotten over his sickness, managed his way out of the TARDIS without stumbling. "Okay, okay. I'm good… so, uh, where are we gonna eat?" He looked around curiously. It was weird, unlike home. Sure, it had buildings and people, but he was so unfamiliar with everything that it almost brought an uneasiness to him. "We should probably find a place to eat. I can feel my stomach starting to eat itself, you know." The Winchester took the first step, an aimless walk aroused.
"Dean," the Doctor called to him and firmly grasped at the bottom of his jacket, "Come on! This way!" He tugged him back and started to travel to the other direction. Dean didn't struggle too much, now just going along to wherever the Doctor planned to take him. "I'm pretty sure this is modern-y London but I don't think we've got the right year. Somewhere in the past. I remember seeing some of these buildings, just not all of them. There should be some other buildings here," the Doctor pointed at an empty space between two tall buildings, "and that shouldn't be there." He then pointed at another building; broken and vandalized. "Anyway, just follow me. I'll take you to the closest restaurant here. Or wherever there's food!"
After about half an hour, they ended up at Bloomsbury Coffee House. The Doctor looked at everyone's orders and then at the menu. He was having trouble with picking things that Dean might like. "How about this? You like tomato soup?" Dean shook his head. "Okay, well, what about a sandwich? And some coffee? What about cake? Brownies?" He heard Dean chuckle and said that he would like a sandwich and some coffee. "All right." He went up to the counter. "Regular sandwich for this guy. He wants coffee. Two sugars, um… and cream?" The Doctor looked at Dean and hoped that he'd like the set-up. When he saw Dean nod, he continued on, "Okay, I'd like a dish of brownies. You've still got those, right? Yes, yes, I'd love that! Also, an espresso, please." He dug into his pocket and pulled out some money to pay for the food. "Here you go."
The still very hungry individual claimed a vacant seat and the Doctor sat on the one next to him. "We're going to have to wait for your sandwich and drinks. The brownies are already made, but I'm not that hungry. I'll wait until everything's all set and we'll eat, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. They better hurry it up. I'm starving!" Dean opened his mouth to continue talking about how hungry he was, but the door opened and it caught his attention. He turned his head to look at a young female, probably no older than 18, dressed in a pink jacket and a pair of blue jeans with new caramel-colored boots. "She is hot." He commented and settled his eyes on her. He watched her tuck her blonde hair behind her ear and walk over to the counter, asking if she could get a cup of coffee.
The Doctor, on the other hand, didn't say anything. He lowered his head down to look at the table. He knew who she was. He could tell the minute she walked into the building. Is she on a break? Why is she here? It's not that cold out, I mean… wait, what? No, no. This… what year is this? She's not suppose to be here. But she looks the same. She's so young, so… innocent. He sighed and the Doctor still waited for his and Dean's order to get prepared. Though, his patience was wearing thin, for he wanted to get out of the place as soon as possible now that he found that she was here.
"Hey, come over here! I've got a seat for you, right across of us!" Dean exclaimed after seeing the blonde woman look around the place. She treated Dean with a small smile and sat at the seat across of Dean and the Doctor. "Hey, I'm Dean. And this is-"
"The Oncoming Storm." The Doctor replied, his eyes still down at the table. His ears twitched when he heard Dean and the girl laugh.
"What is that, your stripper name?" Dean joked and nudged at the Doctor with his elbow. "Well, anyway… uh, what's your name?" He changed his interest from the Doctor to the woman. When she said that her name's Rose, Dean instantly formed a smile. "Rose. Like the flower. That's pretty. Pretty name. Now if only there's a rose somewhere 'round here…" He straightened his back and scanned around the area, in hopes to find a flower. Unsuccessful. "Well, sorry. No roses here. But if I did find a rose, I'd certainly give it to you." He winked at her.
Rose simply shook her head shyly and fumbled with her hands. "I've got a boyfriend," she noticed Dean's face drop and the Doctor bring his head up a little. "Um, hi. What's your name?" Dean opened his mouth to say something, but she kept her concentration on the Doctor.
The Doctor glanced away from Rose. "I'm Jonathan Smith. John Smith or simply John. Maybe J.S. but… you know…" He casually shrugged. He took another brief look at Rose and found that she still has got that heartwarming smile that always made him feel safer, calmer, always comfortable. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks and as a reaction, he immediately got up from his seat and head over to the counter, asking the worker behind the counter if his food was ready. When she said it would take a couple more minutes, he nodded and went back to the table.
With a laugh, Dean patted at the Doctor's back. "He's not really this shy! You see, he's got this-yahh!" Dean screamed out in pain when he felt a sharp stab at one of his feet. He glared at the Doctor in hostility and twisted his lips, reluctant to go on. His glare softened after a while and he looked back at Rose. "Sorry. I mean, he's just not… this shy. He's really outgoing."
"You've been friends for long?"
"Oh, no. No. Just met him," Dean stroked at the Doctor's back. He was trying to comfort him. It wasn't helping. The Doctor tensed up with Dean's touch and Dean could feel it. He retracted his hand away from him and set his arm back to his side. "But he sure talks super speedy. He's excited 'bout anything."
Rose gave a hesitant nod while at the same time, tried to figure out what was the relationship between the two. "So you just met him? It sounds like you guys have been friends for a while." She produced another smile, but the Doctor didn't acknowledge it. He was too focused on getting his food and leaving the place as soon as possible. Dean Winchester nodded. "Ah. That's fine. You guys sound like you'd be great friends, anyway. You're not from here, are you? From your accent, that is."
"No, he's not. He's from America. The states… of the united." The Doctor interrupted and placed his hands on the table. "I'm obviously from here. Been living here almost all of my life. Then again, I do some traveling." He was babbling. He knew he was, but he couldn't stop. Rose asked him where he has traveled to and he instantly froze. "Uh… I've been to many places, you know. Canada, the States, of course. I think I've been the Bahamas once, I'm not sure. It's a bit hazy for me with my old age."
"Old?" It was Dean's turn to cut in. He asked it with an arched an eyebrow. He opened his mouth to add something into the conversation but the worker called out that his coffee and sandwich were ready. He scooted the seat back to move from it and took the plate and the mug, then set it on the center of the table. The woman also handed him a plate of brownies for the Doctor and his espresso. The woman then informed that Rose's coffee was ready. Dean took the cup from her and handed it over to the blonde. "Here you go."
She nodded and thanked him. "You're not old, John. You look like you're in your 20s! Mid 20s, maybe! That's not old at all." She blew at the steam rising from her beverage and took a ginger sip of it, along with a content sigh.
"Um, thanks? I-I guess." The Doctor took a brownie and bit a chunk of it. Crumbs fell onto the table but he didn't mind; he wiped it away and left it on the floor. "What do you do? I travel, Dean… travels, too. Not with me, of course. Well, what about your life story, Rose?" Her name slipped out with elegance and simplicity, as it rightfully should, in his opinion.
All Rose did was shrug and continued taking small sips of her coffee. "I wake up and work, I go home, I take care of the things I do at home with my mum. I shower, eat, sleep. Then I repeat the cycle again. It's really boring. I'm just waiting for something to happen. Something exciting."
Dean was far too busy eating his sandwich to participate in the conversation so he just nodded and made noises in agreement. He washed down his dry mouth with the coffee and winched when he almost burnt his tongue in the process. "Yeesh." He smacked at his lips for a moment, then went on to eating the rest of his sandwich.
A smirk arrived and the Doctor relished in the memories he had with Rose. "I'm pretty sure something will happen to you. Everything always happens to people. Like today, I met two fabulous people! You and Dean! Best day of my life so far, huh?" He tried to stop with the act and tries to be his casual self again; happy-go-lucky and silly. "Really, Rose," he unconsciously reached his arm across the table to touch Rose's hand in reassurance, "you're going to experience a lot of things. You just got to wait. Give or take a year, maybe two. And maybe your boyfriend can come along, too." When Rose looked down at his hand over hers, he widened his eyes. "Sorry." He proceeded to yank his hand away from her, but she showed a gentle smile and brushed her thumb against his.
The Winchester looked at the two of them and started to feel as if he was the third wheel to this could-be date. When he was done with his sandwich, he cleared his throat. "Doctor, are you going to eat your brownies? Or should I? 'cause I'm still hungry…"
"No, you can have some," the Doctor brought temporary interest to Dean and the plate of brownies. "I don't like them too much, anyway. Too… sugary." He took the smallest brownie and stuffed it in his mouth; one of his cheeks puffed out. "But they're still good. You want one?" He asked Rose, but she giggled and declined. "More for Dean." He gulped at the treat and coated his lips with his tongue. "Are you on a break right now?"
The blonde teenager shook her head. "I'm off today. It's been awfully slow today, but that just means I don't have to work too much! Though, my mum is expecting me to come home soon. A bit protective, even with Mickey."
"I still can't believe you have a boyfriend." Dean interrupted. He was given two looks at the same time; Rose with a bit of an offended look while the Doctor showed him a confused one. "I mean, you're hot. I cannot lie, but I just wished you didn't. If I were a few years younger or you were a few years older, I'd totally date you," Rose's expression changed into a more sincere one; her cheeks having flushed with redness at the announcement, "but I don't think we'd make it. You see, I'm not really the relationship-y type of person. Kind one of a one-night-stand dude. Not sure about the D-John… yeah, not sure 'bout him."
The Doctor's face transformed into one that's somewhat appalled and shocked at where the conversation was heading to. "What are you…?" He gaped his mouth. He wanted to say more to Dean but didn't. "I don't really date people. It's weird. I'm weird. I just don't date people," he moved his hand away from Rose's,"I like people, yeah. I've had my share of crushes and all, but I don't really get into relationships." He took a short pause and scratched at his hand awkwardly before going on, "People find me attractive - I don't know why or how - and they've snogged me a bunch of times, but I don't like getting intimate." And it's true. He didn't. He didn't like getting close to others. He feared so many things that could go wrong, but the thing he was afraid of the most was losing them. Curse of the Time Lords, it seemed. He added in a whisper, "I might not get the chance to tell them I love them. Don't you ever get that feeling? You think you're going to be with them forever and you don't think you'd need to say it, but then when you - or they - leave, you wish you could go back and tell them how much they mean to you."
"Dude… that was really sappy." Dean commented bluntly and patted at the Doctor's back once again. He was trying to make him feel better. Again. "But yeah, I've got that feeling. Always happens." Sam, Castiel, and Bobby popped to his mind. He knew they won't be together forever, but he never realized that maybe saying it might make some kind of impact. Dean grew silent as he buried deeper into his thoughts, but he remembered where he was at. He's away from them; he's with the Doctor and Rose. Two people he just met. He snatched at a couple of brownies and took huge, greedy bites out of them.
Rose had a face of understanding. She took a gulp of her coffee and combed her hair back. "Well, then you two should tell them that you care about them before you miss out on the chance," the blonde cupped her hands around the mug and added, "it'll be worth it."
Rose's advice gave the Doctor the encouragement to say it. To say those three words. He felt the passion engulf his hearts, but he was unable to. Saying 'I love you' to Rose was just as difficult as saying goodbye to his companions. Both pained him emotionally, he wasn't ready to say it. He would never be prepared. The Doctor always thought he'll be with his traveling buddies until the last star faded. That was never the case. The desire didn't weaken, yet he refused to let it go. The Time Lord tried to form words that could give out the same message. "If anything, I'd like to say that I care about you two a whole lot! I may never see you again, but I gotta say I like you two! So fantastic, so quirky in your own little way! Just like me."
"Yeah, just like you, John," Dean said, "we like you, too." He ate at the last of the brownies and wiped the crumbs away from his mouth. "And I definitely like you." He winked at Rose and clucked his tongue. Dean swallowed the liquid from his mug and felt that sense of satisfaction. "Okay, John. Let's go… wait." With a moment of reconsideration, Dean grabbed a napkin from the table and a pen from the counter and started scribbling down digits. "Here's my number. If you break up with your boy toy, why don't you give me a call sometime?"
She couldn't decline it so Rose took the napkin and stuffed in her pocket. "You're leaving? Um, it was nice to meet you."
The Doctor got up from his seat and left the trays and Dean's cup on the table. He swiftly grabbed a hold of the espresso, took large gulps until it was half empty before having planned to leave. "Maybe I'll see you some o ther time?" Dean was already out of the building, but the Doctor didn't mind.
"Yeah, maybe. I'd like that. Bye, John."
"Bye, Rose." The Doctor nodded and patted at her shoulder on his way out. Now outside with the American, the Doctor advanced to the location of his TARDIS. "Missing home?"
"No," he said, "but I gotta make sure Sam's doing all right without me." Dean got his phone from his pocket and realized he was not getting a strong signal. Dean groaned and dropped the phone back into his pocket. "Looks like I gotta ride in your damn box, Doc." He followed the Doctor's trail and confessed, "I liked her. She's hot. Cute. Blonde. I've got a thing for blondes, actually."
"Heh, you're not the only one." The Doctor agreed and straightened his jacket. "Though, you're too old for her. She's probably not yet 20 and you're… how old? In your 30s?"
Dean scoffed and caught up to him so they're walking at the same pace, side-by-side. "So? Maybe she likes older guys. You don't know that." The Doctor didn't say anything even though Dean had expected him to say something. "Oh, and do you mind if you can stop with the moving thing with the box? It's like I'm in the middle of a freakin' earthquake!"
The Doctor laughed at Dean's request. "Sorry, it's like an aircraft; it moves no matter what. You could always take the plane back to the States, but that would cost money and it'd take longer." He widened his mouth for a yawn. "Besides, I think you'd like traveling with me than with a bunch of strangers." The Doctor looked at the hunter and smiled. "You know I'm right. Don't fight with me."
"Whatever." Dean dismissed the alien's logic and tried to bring a new topic forward. "So what's with you? You're some kind of alien?" When he heard a sound of confirmation from the Doctor, he continued, "but you look human."
"And you look Time Lord. That's what I am. An alien that travels through time and space."
"Okay, okay. I'm a hunter. I can kill ya. You know, if I wanted to. You served me with food so I won't kill you for that. Just don't do anything to kill anyone and I'll let you go. Say, any more of you and your fancy blue boxes?" Dean shoved his hands in his pockets as the two took a turn. He saw the Doctor shake his head. "Why? What happened to them?"
"Gone."
He blinked, actually anticipated a response far better than the one he was given. "Gone where?" He took another look at the Doctor. He had a different look on. One Dean's familiar with; one he has worn. A look of pain. Not just pain, but anger and self-blame. Guilt and hopelessness. "If you don't want to tell me, it's cool. I understand." The Doctor's face didn't soften. Dean decided on staying quiet for the rest of the walk.
Upon finding the TARDIS, the Doctor snapped his fingers and walked in when the door opened. He rushed to the center and waited patiently for Dean to get inside and prepare himself. When he did, the Time Lord pressed a button without warning; the ship started to push forward and then rock back. The wheezing sound returned and the TARDIS began to spin. "Hold on tight, Dean!"
"What do you think I'm doing, Doc?" Dean shouted back and gripped fiercely on the metal bars of the rail; his knuckles had turned white. "I think I'm going t' be sick!"
"Just don't puke inside! Do it when you're out of here!" He said. He hoped his order would make Dean hold it in until the TARDIS got to its designated place. "You're going to clean it up if you do! I won't let you do that to Sexy!" The Doctor tweaked at one of the buttons, which forced the box to travel faster. "Just a minute or so and you'll be all set!"
Dean's collapsed on the floor, one of his arms lazily was hanging at the rail while he sat on the stairs. "God! This is the worst thing ever, man!" He complained as he puffed his cheeks out. When he got the feeling of extreme nausea, he covered his mouth with his hand and tried to keep it all in. "Come on, Doctor! Can't this go any faster?" Dean closed his eyes, leaned back, and rested his head on the floor of the TARDIS. He still had his mouth shielded.
After a minute, just like the Doctor had predicted, the TARDIS reached its location and the violent ride was over. Dean's scattered his limbs over the staircase while the Doctor swayed around as he essayed to regain his balance.
"Oh, man…" Dean's head shifted heavily, a headache was about to form. "Damn. Big mistake, traveling with you." He didn't budge from the stairs and placed his palm over his forehead. "You got any medicine or something in here?" When he heard the Doctor said that he didn't have any, Dean's moan in agony rose. "Damn! C-Carry me…" He reached his other arm out as he waited for the Doctor to step closer to him to pick him up. All the Doctor did was scoff and walk over Dean's sick body, and opened the TARDIS' door. "Come on!" Dean begged. He looked out the door. Everything was upside down, but he was familiar with the location. The two were right outside the same building he last saw Sam in.
The Doctor simply rolled his eyes and took Dean's hand. He pulled him up with all his might. His might wasn't strong enough when he realized that Dean hadn't moved two inches from his spot. "Dean, get up!"
"Dean!" It was a new voice. One that the Doctor's not familiar with, but Dean was. "Dean? You… you here?" It was a male's voice. A tall, muscular figure stepped into sight with a doggy bag in one hand and a can of soda in his other. "Uh, hi?" He blinked, confused at seeing the interior of the TARDIS and at the Doctor. He then found out that Dean was lying on the floor. "Dean, get up. Come on."
"This is Sam?" The Doctor asked as he pointed at the brown-haired male standing right outside the box. When Sam nodded, the Doctor grew a big grin on his face. "Hi! Sorry I've kidnapped your brother, but he was hungry and he didn't want to wait for you. This… I really don't want to explain it so I'll let Dean! Take it away, buddy!"
Dean, having successfully gotten up from the floor, wiped at the dust and other material from his clothes. "This is the Doctor. He's an alien. Not from Mars. Um, he looks pretty damn human. This is his spaceship. It's a box annnd… 'The Oncoming Storm' is his stripper name." He smirked and walked out of the TARDIS and with a sneaky grab, Dean took the can from Sam's hand. "Mine now." Dean took a sip from it and let out a content sigh. "Well, Doctor, I hope to God that I don't hop into this crazy thing of yours. C'mon, Sam. Let's go back to the motel." He began to walk away and hopped into his car.
Sam was registering all the things Dean explained to him, not having moved his eyes away from the Doctor. "You're… an alien? And you took my brother to someplace? Without his permission?" He swallowed thickly and the Doctor confirmed. "Okay, yeah. Dean? I think we're dreaming! Or Gabriel came back from the dead… dead and is pulling a trick on us!" Dean disregarded Sam's theory by saying that the TARDIS' trip felt real. "Um, yeah. Whatever! Bye, uh, Doctor?"
"Yeah, that's me! Just the Doctor!"
"Uh… yeah." He narrowed his eyes, still very perplexed at the whole thing. "Tell Gabriel to knock it off." He shook his head and walked away from the Doctor; he completed a small jog towards the vehicle and took the passenger seat.
The Doctor saw Sam and Dean open their mouths, having created a new conversation, but he didn't do anything about it. All he did was give a smile and closed the door. The Time Lord walked over to the TARDIS' center. "Now what am I going to do? Oh. You really need to stop being an old bat. Bring me to a place that I want, not a place you want. It was all by accident. I didn't want to be in 2011 Inkster, Michigan! Then you bring me to London, England! In the bloody past!" He stroked at the controls with a heavy sigh. He knew that it was useless to get angry at a machine. "But it was nice to meet her again. It was nice meeting Sam and Dean! I guess you pick where we're going, huh? Not me?… I'm just the madman that stole you." The Doctor softened his smile and pressed at another button, pulled down a lever and the TARDIS removed itself from the street. The box and the madman inside it were going on a different adventure.