Dean walked out of the bunker, it was his turn for the supplies run and he grumbled the whole time. He got back getting the usual things: beer, pie, medical supplies, food for dinners, and some extras. He walked to the door for the Men of Letters base and saw a big blue box by the door. Walking back to the impala he grabbed his gun and walked to the box knocking.
The door of the big blue box opened, and out stepped the Doctor. "And who are you then?"He asked Dean. Suddenly he whipped out his sonic screwdriver and scanned Dean. "Hmm... what do I see here?" he muttered to himself.
"Who are you, what are you and how did you find this place!" Dean looked at the screwdriver and at the Doctor. "What the hell is that?!" He pointed his gun at him and walked to the base door.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" shouted the Doctor. "No guns, No guns! My name is the Doctor, and... um, I crashed!"
"Doctor who? And what kind of doctor has a blue police box?" Dean put the gun away and looked at him weirdly.
"It's just the Doctor. and I... um... this is my... spaceship." The Doctor looked at Dean like he knew Dean wouldn't believe him, but he had tried anyway.
"Like alien spaceship?" Dean calmed slightly opening the door. "In now." He grabbed his things out of his car and walked in.
"Yes, an alien spaceship." As the Doctor followed Dean something occurred to him. "You believe me? Well, this is certainly interesting."
"I deal with the crazy for a living. Plus this isn't the first time an alien space ship has come here." He walked to the main seating area and looked around. "Sammy, Kevin Cas?! Where are you?"
The Doctor started walking around and pacing. He muttered to himself, "Strange things, hmm? this might be why she brought me here."
"She?! There are more of you?" He looked around more trying to find them. He found Castiel in his room asleep, Sam and Kevin were taking a break playing ping pong. "There you are..."
"No no no! My ship, she brought me here for an unknown reason... and then crashed." The Doctor sighed. "Why can't she have just one accurate flight?"
"Ah...you tired, hungry, anything?" He walked to the kitchen setting down the supplies. He looked at the Doctor and turned his head quickly. He was hot, like hotter than Cas hot.
"Do you have fish sticks and custard?" the Doctor asked. He leaned against the counter. "I'm joking, I'm fine." The Doctor eyed Dean. Goddamnit, he thought, this is one hot human.
"Fish sticks and custard...that sounds like the weirdest thing ever." He chuckled and grabbed a beer. "Want one?"
"Actually, no, not once you try it. And no thank you, I don't drink." The Doctor smiled apolegeticly. "So what exactly do you do for a living then, if what you do is so crazy?
"Saving people, killing things it's the family business." Dean opened his beer up and drank some. "What do you do?"
"I go around from planet to planet and protect them from alien invasions. Not exactly a paying job, but it can be very rewarding."
"Mine doesn't pay either. But it's got it's perks." Dean sat at the table looking at him trying to not blush.
"Ummm... I don't mean to overstay my welcome or anything, but can I stay the night? Since I have nowhere else to go I mean." He looked at his feet. That came out entirely wrong, the Doctor thought. He could feel himself blushing.
"Down the hall three doors down empty rooms make yourself at home." Dean looked at him and smiled.
"Thank you"said the Doctor. He lingered in the kitchen before going into the room. Better rest up, and tonight I can try to get her going again, he thought.259Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1YqGaFwhMU
