Superwholock - Revelation Ch. 1 Pt. 3 Fanfiction

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Revelation

Chapter One, Uneasy Introductions Pt. 3


The three men eyed the odd character suspiciously. He was tall, but not as tall as Sam. He had a red striped shirt and suspenders under a beige tweed jacket. His bow tie was small and deep red, and he had a light brown coif of hair. His eyes were big and bright, reminiscent of an excited child, and he had a brilliant, friendly gleam on his face.

Sam felt oddly comfortable around him- like he wouldn't spontaneously lunge for his throat like everything else that was unexpected since..well, forever. He didn’t meet very many excited people in his life, not of late. The only person he could think of with this kind of enthusiasm was Charlie. But there was something he recognized in the man’s eyes. It was the link of a man meeting another man with an old, experienced soul. Dean could sense it too. Like the youth had been through as much difficulty as the Winchesters- which was a helluva lot.

“Uh...” Dean found himself saying. He was at a loss. Castiel remained silent at his side, his eyes analyzing the Doctor thoroughly.

“Erhm, hello,” Sam said, extending a hand. “It’s nice to meet you, um, Doctor...?” His tone echoed the question ringing in his head, but he continued.

 “I’m Sam Winchester, and that’s my brother Dean and our friend Castiel. Er, did you just ask where you are?” He looked briefly at Dean, mouthing Doctor who?

“Yes, yes,  I did,” the man replied quickly, shooting out a hand and shaking it fast. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sam!” He sounded like he meant it, and tension oozed out of Sam's shoulders as the hand he had placed on his knife fell off the hilt. “The TARDIS is having some trouble and one of its readouts is malfunctioning.” He turned briefly towards the box, his face turning concerning. “Poor girl. Sexy’s having a bad day, I suppose.” He gave it a small affectionate rub, then turned back to Sam, who’d felt like he’d seen Dean comforting the Impala when it sprung a fuel leak. “My location?”

“Um...Wycatt, Montana,” Sam informed him. How could he not know where he was?

“Ah, the States,” the Doctor said knowingly, eyes twinkling. “Well, it’s about time I went somewhere different. It explains your accents of course.”

“Speaking of accents, yours is...British?” Dean put in, wanting to confirm Sam’s hypothesis about the police box myth.

“Ah, well, I suppose we can stick with British. I’m not, of course, but it just works best.”

“Okaaaay,” Dean said, looking like he had been hit in the head with a stick.

“What year?” he asked.

“What?” Sam wondered. This was even worse that asking the location.

“What’s the date?” the Doctor asked again, patiently.

“Uh, April 30th..." The Doctor raised a faint brow, and Sam slowly finished the entire date. "Um...2013.”

The Doctor nodded with a smirk. “Right, still twenty-first century. Good. That’s nice.” He took a look behind him and up the walls of the alley. “What are you doing here?” He eyed Sam up and down. “Were you...expecting me? That’s impossible, I wasn’t even expecting me.” He whipped out a glowing object, looking like a silver flashlight with a green bulb.

Weapon! Dean’s trained brain shouted. “Hey!” Dean yelled, stepping forward. “What the hell is that?” The Doctor started waving up and down Sam, who was watching, eyes wide. “Get it away from my brother!”

“Just a sonic screwdriver, it will do no harm,” the Doctor said calmly, giving the two brothers reassuring looks. Dean was not reassured, but Cas put a hand on his shoulder.

“I sense no evil from this man or his tools. Or his...box,” Castiel said. Dean’s eyebrows pinched together with frustration and looked back and forth from Sam and Castiel, worry etched on his face. But his trust in Cas trickled through and Dean resisted the urge to tackle the slender Brit and his weirdo flashlight.

The Doctor stopped waving it all over, to their relief, and he lifted it to his eye as if examining a readout. “Interesting,” he said curiously. “Say, Sam Winchester, are you psychic? There are certain...lingers...And something else...something...” His voice drifted into murmurs even Sam couldn’t hear.

“What?” Sam asked, shocked. “It told you that?” Shaking it off, Sam replied quietly, “No. Not anymore. I mean, I don’t...” It was hard to explain that Sam stopped using his powers long ago due to abandoning his source of power...demon's blood. Sam frequently tried to never ever think about it, and the reminder itself gave him chills.

“Yes, it’s a sonic screwdriver," the Doctor replied to Sam's first question. He didn't notice Sam drift off, as he was too lost in his own brain to focus completely. "It’s very smart.” The Doctor bounded over to Dean and Cas, who squared his shoulders. Cas remained stoic, but his eyes followed the Doctor's every movement.

“Whoa, hold it there, Mr. Bean.” There’s the English reference, Sam thought, rolling his eyes. Dean gritted his teeth, then finally the questions they’d all been thinking burst from his mouth. “Who are you? How’d you get here? What’s the box? What the hell’s a sonic screwdriver? How come you don’t know the date or where you are?”

“Wow,” the Doctor said. “And I thought I spoke fast.” But his smile spread farther across his narrow face. “Ah, I’ve missed this.” He jerked his arm around, the screwdriver whizzing incessantly. He paused at Castiel, and it was like the Doctor just noticed the silent man with the tie and trenchcoat.

“Ooh,” he said quietly. He paused, his eyes widening with absolute wonder. “What are you, Castiel? That’s your name, am I correct? Interesting...You’re like nothing I’ve ever come across before.”

Castiel blinked. “I am an angel of the Lord.”

For once, the Doctor seemed completely and utterly floored. The flow of words from his mouth ceased and his hand dropped to his side. Silence enveloped the four for a moment.

“Ooookay,” he said, just as Dean had. “That’s...new.” He waved his hand again, and he ran it over and around Castiel many times and reading it. “It detects some sort of...matter...that I can’t see. Angel you say? You don’t happen to have...”

“I do indeed have wings,” Cas said, his voice low and as surprised as the Winchesters had ever heard it. “That device tells you of them?”

“Yes...That’s...incredible,” the Doctor breathed. He ran in circles around Cas excitedly, as if hoping the wings would magically appear. “Fascinating. I’ve never met an angel before.” Castiel shifted uncomfortably. “Sorry. I love new things. Beautiful. It’s about time I had some fun.”

“Doctor,” Cas muttered. “You are new to me as well. What are you?” He cocked his head, as if listening to something. “You are certainly not human.”

“What?” Sam and Dean asked in unison. They both came closer to Castiel and the Doctor, hands entering their pockets.

“Ooh, you can tell? Ah, you must be listening to my hearts.”

“I’m sorry, did you just say hearts? As in plural?” Dean asked, shock slapping across his face.

“Yep,” the Doctor said. “I have two. I’m a Timelord.” Dean couldn’t think of a response.

“I’ve never heard of a ‘Timelord’,” Sam pondered. “Cas?”

“Your race is not known to me,” Castiel said.

“You’re not in Dad’s journal,” Dean said. “We’ve never come across one of your kind before.”

“Why would I be in a journal?” the Doctor asked. “And of course you’ve never come across my species. I’m the last of the Timelords, from the planet Gallifrey.”

“Hold up!” Sam shouted, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. “Gallifrey. A different planet?!”

“Yes. My TARDIS- Time and Relative Dimensions in Space- is a spaceship. Well, a time machine too. It’s a TARDIS. It...travels. Why it brought me here in this century to this planet I have no idea. I was on my way to Brixton in the 3007, to be exact. Then the TARDIS started shaking and ricocheting around the time curtain and bam. I was here. Exciting, don’t you think? Makes me wonder how you expected me.”

“No. Friggin. Way,” Dean said. Sam’s throat felt dry and he started coughing, leaning against the wall. Concern wiped away all of his confusion for a moment as Dean eyed his brother, who kept coughing. Damn Trials.

“That’s impossible. Only angels can travel through time.” Castiel said, with absolute confidence in his deep voice. “I sensed a disturbance, a temporal wave like that of an archangel or demon. Not an...” Castiel paused. “...off-Earth lifeform.”

“It’s really not that impossible. Before today the idea that I'd be meeting and and speaking with an angel of the Lord was, but I was wrong, wasn’t I?” He paused and suddenly looked at Sam, who was wheezing now. “I detected something...odd about you besides your abilities. Sam, are you feeling alright?”

“I’m...I’m fine, Doctor,” Sam replied roughly, but then shut his eyes as his whole body racked with coughs.

“No. No, you’re not.” A flicker of worry passed through the Doctor’s eyes.

Desperation to keep his brother safe formed a rock in Dean’s chest. “Doctor, do you know what’s wrong with him? How do we save him? Can you fix him? You’re an alien doctor for God’s sakes!”

“I dunno, Dean,” the Doctor whispered. “I’ve never come across such an affliction before.” His hope crumbled in his chest and Dean pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Damn it,” he grumbled.

“I can try to fix it...maybe a visit to...” the Doctor said, his eyes gazing at nothing and wondering aloud. Sam stopped coughing in surprise.

“No, it’s just a symptom of Trials,” he said.

“What Trials?” the Doctor enquired, half in his own mind.

“To shut the gates of Hell.”

“What?” the Doctor asked slowly, downright confused. He walked closer to Sam and looked into his eyes.

“Dean and I,” Sam explained hoarsely, “we’re hunters.”

“Hunters of what?” the Doctor’s tone grew dark at the word.

“We hunt...monsters. Creatures of the night, like ghosts and vampires and skinwalkers- demons too.” Sam stood up straight, the coughing fit over.

“That’s...most of the time odd creatures are aliens,” the Doctor said. “Like spirits...often they’re trapped time travelers trapped in pocket dimensions.”

“Nope,” Dean said. This alien stuff was wigging him out. Speaking of real stuff, stuff of nightmares that he’s known his entire life, seen, fought, like werewolves and zombies, made him relax. I need therapy, Dean thought to himself. “The spirits- at least that we hunt- are dead people. Dead angry people.”

“Hmm...continue,” the thin man with the bow tie mumbled, returning his attention to Sam.

“Demons have been in our world for a while now. After stopping the apocalypse they keep causing trouble. So we found a friend of ours, a prophet of God, and he had a tablet- God’s written word- and he interpreted it.” He was intentionally cryptic on the subject of Kevin. “It told us the spell that could close the gates of hell, to keep the demons out of the living world so they would stop killing people...and ruining lives.” Determination filtered through Sam’s features as he was reminded of his mission. Personal experience with demons that had wrecked his family’s life had hardened his vicious hatred of them.

“Right,” the Doctor said. “Demons. Okay. So...in order to perform the spell...”

“Sam has to go through trials.” Dean crossed his arms. “Different things he has to do to shut the gates. And they’re making him sick.”

“Indeed,” the Doctor agreed. “On a subatomic level.”

“It’s beyond my power to heal,” Castiel said regretfully.

“It’s my problem. I’ll be fine after the Trials are over and we get the demon problem out of our lives.”

“Right...” the Doctor said again. “Well...would you like to step inside...? I have a feeling that the TARDIS brought me here...for a reason. And I think that reason is to help you boys. I mean, I can’t come up with another. Besides the fact that it’s so...quiet.” He gestured to the end of the alley, and suddenly Dean and Sam felt like they had landed on Earth again. “Why is it so quiet?”

“I don’t know...we thought that it was caused by something...unnatural.”

“Well, for you I’m as unnatural as they come. But I didn’t cause...emptiness. Rather the opposite, really. I make things noisy.” The Doctor scuttled over to the edge of the alley and poked his shaggy head out, jerking his attention in all directions. The sky above was dark and rainy, but not a drop had fallen. Castiel, Dean, and Sam followed.

“What do you think it is? Surely this town’s not deserted.”

“This town used to be populated,” Castiel said. “But my celestial senses feel...dampened. Something is here. And it’s blocking me. I don’t feel any humans nearby.”

“Think it could be demonic?” Sam whispered, unease stilling his voice.

Dean’s mind suddenly felt deja vu. He remembered his trip into the future, with a pot smoking, hippie Cas and a Lucifer-possessed Sam. The world had been full of zombies, victims of the Croatoan virus. The memory sent chills down his spine. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

Suddenly, the light of the TARDIS behind them began to blink, glancing across the four jackets donning the boys.

“Blinking?” the Doctor asked. “My TARDIS doesn’t blink...unless it’s about to move. And it can’t be...no, no, no WAIT! Sam, Dean, c’mon! NO NO WAIT!”