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 Doctor Who On Holiday
The Doctor
Posted: Oct 10 2011, 08:13 PM


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Stuff like this never happens in New York. Or Los Angeles. Or Chicago. Or Houston or Philadelphia or Seattle. Nope, it happens in places like Yoder, Wyoming, with a whopping population of 169 people. Or, more specifically, it starts in the parking lot of shady motels hidden off the beaten path in towns like Yoder, Wyoming.

If someone were inside one of said shady motel's pint sized rooms, they wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary until the sound of metal colliding together with a tell-tale screeching noise ripped through the air, followed immediately by what sounds suspisciously like an aluminum trash can getting knocked over and kicked several feet off to one side.

Outside of the rooms, in the parking lot that only houses one black car and a rusty old pickup truck, things are a bit more exciting. At least, that's one word to use. For a moment nothing odd seems to be happening, and the next there's a bright flashing light far off in the distance and a whirring vorp vorp vorp sound as a blue police box tears through the air, tumbling and twisting this way and that until it collides most ineloquently with that black car. A black Chevy Impala, to be exact, and when the police box collides with it, the parked car skids off to one side, a fine dent in its exterior and a smashed to hell and back tail light left in the box's wake.

The police box continues on, slamming into the ground and grinding across the concrete until it manages to slow to a stop, at which point it teeters, flops forward, and slams against the ground with a very loud thud. And then, silence.

For now.
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Dean Winchester
Posted: Oct 13 2011, 10:34 PM


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It's a fairly average night for Dean, all things considered. Take out the hunting job (who knew ghosts could puke on a person?!), the hour spent cleaning himself and the interior of his car, and then the half hour picking up food from a far too busy take out joint, and things are pretty standard for him.

After a scalding hot shower that was VERY needed he's sprawled on a basic motel bed, this one equipped with a magic fingers box that's been fed quarters until it couldn't hold any more, while he eats cheap lo mein out of a take out box with a plastic fork.

There's nothing special on the TV, just some trashy Mexican soap opera that Dean doesn't quite understand but hey, he knows enough to catch the name calling and such and that's good enough for him. He's in the process of lifting a mouthful of food with said fork when he suddenly hears a horrible noise outside.

The noodles go flying all over the room as he jumps out of the bed clad in nothing but a pair of boxers, and the curtains fly open when he tugs them aside. What. The hell. Is that? He stares in utter disbelief as something appears out of nowhere, spins like a drunken top, then crashes into his belovedcar.

His hazel eyes widen and he's too stunned to do anything but watch as the box goes to and fro, leaving more collateral damage in its wake.

"Son of a BITCH!" he yells in a panic as he throws open the motel room door and goes running out into the parking lot in his underwear. "MY CAR! MY BABY!"
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Sam Winchester
Posted: Oct 13 2011, 10:53 PM


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Speaking of the shower, that's where Sam's been. Oh, sure, Dean got puked on. Like he's the only one who did. He's such a big baby about things sometimes. On the up side, since Sam's got the shower second, that means he can spend as much time as he pleases in there, which is pretty relaxing.

Until he catches that horrible noise and, well, they're not all that close to the highway where they've decided to bunk down for the night, but it could be a truck or an eighteen wheeler. Something metal definitely hit something else.

Then, he hears his brother scream something along the lines of 'my baby!' and Sam knows the worst has happened. Someone's hit the Impala and he should get out there before Dean either kills someone or breaks down in a sobbing, grief-stricken mess.

He jumps out of the shower, makes a feeble attempt at patting himself down, then pulls on a pair of jeans, tugging them up and fastening them as he rushes out of the bathroom to find his brother.

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The Doctor
Posted: Oct 14 2011, 03:33 AM


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Oh Sam. At least someone has some modesty in that family.

The box is perfectly still as Dean books it outside aside from the light on the top, which is flickering like its bulb is about to burn out. In fact, the thing's smoking. Not just the light, but there's small wisps of grey smoke curling out from the thin crack in the middle of its doors, and by the time Sam makes it out, the immediate area around the box is thick with the stuff.

And then finally the doors to the police box burst open and there's a hand grasping on to the outside of the box, a nasty fit of coughing fills the air, and a moment later something-- a man?-- is pulling itself out of the wreckage. He doesn't step out of the box so much as he climbs and it looks like it's taking some effort to do so. Which is werid, isn't that thing like, two feet deep at best? Still, the guy finally spills out onto the gravel with a sharp gasp, and he rolls over onto his back, wide eyes staring up at the night sky.

If things were weird before, they're about to get straight up bizarre.

The man's not much of a looker; he's got closely chopped hair and one helluva big nose, the latter of which isn't helping his otherwise plain features any, and he's clad in all black, jacket, pants, shoes, the works. He blinks several times, and sits up, one hand coming to his head as he mutters, "Smoke inhalation? I just vanish an entire fleet of Dalek ships and it's smoke inhalation that does me in, eh?" Famous last words, it seems, because a second later the man's skin starts to glow and a second after that his head and hands sort of... explode into glowing, glittery beams of lights, like three flash light beams caught in a glitter storm.

It's bright, insanely bright, enough to light the entire parking light up like the fourth of July, and then, it's over. Poof, the lights are gone, and the man's sitting in the exact same place. Only he looks completely different. Full head of hair (and what a fine spastic head of hair it is), a much thinner nose, and some fine stylin' sideburns to boot. He's wearing the same outfit, but it looks about two sizes to big on him all of a sudden.

He stands up and dusts himself off, looking no worse for the wear, and it's about that point when he notices the two men in the parking lot. He quirks on eyebrow, smiles like nothing out of the ordinary just happened, and opens his mouth to speak. "Hello, I--" The man cuts himself off, making a face like he just ate something sour for a moment as he moves his tongue around in his mouth. "Mmm, new teeth, that's weird. Very very weird..."

Yeah, that's weird.
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Dean Winchester
Posted: Oct 15 2011, 03:05 AM


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Dean can't do more than stare, at first. Each impact, every movement, causes his eyes to widen just a touch more until he looks exactly like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching 18 wheeler. He slowly turns his head to look at his car, his BABY, and lets out a pained sort of whimpering noise at the damage done to herit. He instantly pales and looks like he might just pass out, but then Sam appears behind him and he turns, slowly, choking back what very well may be a sob.

"M-my baby," Dean stammers in utter disbelief. This is just a bad dream. This is not happening. This is a side effect of the hot wings he ate earlier. Right? Wrong. He's about to just drop to the pavement when a man, a freaking man steps out of the phone booth and starts speaking. Okay, sure, Dean's seen some weird things in his life but this is just ridiculous. Maybe he's finally lost it. Maybe he's died (again) and this is just some really bad torture happening down in hell.

"...what the?" he croaks out, arms hanging limply at his sides, his legs just barely shaking. Hey, seeing his beloved vehicle being pummeled like that makes a man weak, all right? He's allowed to have a moment of weakness! And then the man glows like a freaking exploding My Little Pony and Dean just has to step back from it all. He can only take so much within a certain amount of time.

His jaw goes slack and he stares blankly at the stranger in the parking lot. All he can do at this point, until his brain reboots, is watch.
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Sam Winchester
Posted: Oct 15 2011, 03:27 AM


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This is not the first time Sam's seen Dean almost at tears due to something with the car. One time, a tire blew on a stretch of highway and he damn near had a breakdown.

However, the time for damage control is not now.

Now is the time for utter and complete disbelief. What the hell is he even watching. Did someone seriously crawl out of - what is that? A British call box? A fucking phone booth? That doesn't even make sense. Even for them. Even for them. Their lives consist of chasing ghosts, exorcising demons, and fighting monsters. This is definitely the most non-nonsensical and strange thing that's happened thus far.

They've fought a racist pickup truck and this takes the cake.

Sam, is a bit more coherent, but he still mutters out, "What the hell?!' He didn't have his precious love damn near destroyed by a flying police box, after all. He debates grabbing a weapon from near the door, but decides against it, wanting to figure out what this thing is before they go wasting ammunition on it.

"Hey, man! Stay right there!" The taller Winchester shouts at the stranger. "Just...don't move..." What if he just slinks back into that blue box and flies off again. Then they'll never know what the fuck is going on.

Before Sam can continue on, there's commotion towards the front of the dingy motel they've chosen for the night. An employee peers their head out the door. They're an older woman, probably in her fifties, gravelly smokers voice as she calls down, "Y'want meh to ring the po-lice?" Sam groans. Anything but the police. "No, ma'am, that's fine. We have everything under control."

A grumble comes from the woman, followed by a wet, hacking cough as she waves a hand dismissively at the trio in the parking lot and goes back into the building.
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The Doctor
Posted: Oct 17 2011, 01:12 AM


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"Your what now?" The man cocks his head to one side and glances over Dean's way, looking confused, but not nearly as confused as either of the Winchester brothers. "Your baby? Are you not human? Because you look a bit mannish, unless you're able to asexually reproduce to which I say hooray for progress and what an achievement you've--" The man cuts himself off and glances at the Impala, then back at Dean, then back at the car, then once again back at Dean. "Ohh the car, right then." A beat. "Sorry about that, the old girl got a bit buggy and things went all wibbly wobbly timey wimey there for a moment."

And there's Sam, all yelly and what the helly, and the man glances his way, lifting his eyebrows. "I doubt I'll be going anywhere for the time being, what with the TARDIS in the shape it is, so-- oh hello!" Cue one hand lifting up to wave in the direction of the woman who hollers across the parking lot, and as soon as she slithers back into the building, the man returns his attention back to Sam.

All over the place, this one is.

"Where were we-- ah! Right! Your car-- again, sorry, so very very sorry. Don't mean to keep losing my place but regeneration takes quite the toll and--"

And this is about the time when the man's eyes roll into the back of his head and he drops down to the ground like a bag of bricks, out cold.

You boys have fun with that.
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Dean Winchester
Posted: Oct 18 2011, 11:17 PM


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Dean stares at his poor, poor car while Sam goes into questioning mode. It's why they work so well together; he shoots, his brother asks. Though it only works in the proper order. A dying man can't answer anything. He takes a few steps towards the Impala and rubs at his face like he's trying to wake up from a dream. Or, rather, a nightmare. A horrible nightmare where things fall from the sky, crush all that he loves in the world, and some weird lanky guy babbles mindlessly in the meantime.

He runs a hand over the area right before the large dent and, dear god, does he whimper? Yes, that's a legit but quiet noise of pain coming from the elder Winchester. "It's okay, sweetheart, daddy's here," he coos to the car as his jaw tightens in a grimace-slash-frown.

It's a good thing Sam's the civil one because, passed out or not, Dean would be all too glad to take out his agony on the good Doctor right now. And there's nothing worse than being beat up by a pissed off guy wearing nothing but his undies.
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Sam Winchester
Posted: Oct 20 2011, 12:59 AM


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Sam...honestly isn't sure how to approach this, admittedly, bizarre situation. Does he deal with his brother first? Or the crazy, rambling man who's talking about asexuality and things being wibbly-wobbly. Also, what the hell is a TARDIS?

Then, the tall, strange man drops to the ground as if he's dead. Or fainted. He totally could have fainted. But he could also be dead.

When Dean goes wandering towards the Impala, despite there not being much that can be done with it at the moment, Sam goes forward to closer investigate this strange, strange man. Could he be a demon? Could he be some kind of monster? He really doesn't seem all that much of a threat to Sam, but appearances can be deceiving.

Since the man seems to be out cold, Sam eyes the Impala before retrieving a tarp from the trunk - regardless of how he has to get to it. "Dean, help me out here. We can't have this mess lying around for people to see." Ever the forward thinking half of the duo. Sam lays the tarp out and goes about pulling the stranger onto it. He doesn't need Dean's help with that part, but he will need Dean to put on pants and a shirt.

Which is what he does, pulling a v-neck on as he throws some...useful items into a duffle bag. "We'll take him into the woods across the way," Sam comments to his brother, "Stick him in a salt ring, wake him up, and see what the hell is going on."
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The Doctor
Posted: Oct 20 2011, 01:18 AM


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No no, he's not a demon, and he's not a monster. He's definitely something, but the boys'll have to figure that one out on their own. Spoilers and all that!

The man doesn't stir. Not when Sam grabs the tarp or lays it out or starts to manhandle him. Nope, just scrawny, dead weight all the way. So he's still lying there, out cold, when the boys get back from making themselves more modest, and he doesn't move when they start to drag the tarp over towards the woods.

At least, not at first.

It's about the time they hit the edge of the woods that the Doctor comes to, and quite loudly at that. "...What-- what what what?!" Is he... is he being dragged? Oh that simply won't do. The Doctor straight up rolls off the tarp, in a world where 'roll' means 'flails his legs around madly and swats at the air until he hits the grass'. "Is this-- is this customary now? This is 21st century Earth isn't it? Did I miss the memo about replacing handshakes with impromptu draggings through the wilderness?"

This is all said whilst sitting on the ground and staring at the Winchesters, the Doctor's head cocked to one side and his eyebrows arched up curiously.
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Dean Winchester
Posted: Oct 24 2011, 02:42 PM


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Dean slowly turns to stare blankly at his brother, but behind those eyes there's a rage storm a-brewin'. And when it fully forms it's not going to be a pretty sight. "...mess. Yeah," he mutters back at his brother as he heads into the motel room.

A few seconds later he can be heard yelling at the top of his lungs, using every swear word he knows and some he's probably just now made up on the spot. There's also a crash; that poor lamp didn't stand a chance. Not one. Once he's had his little temper tantrum he tugs on a pair of jeans and a purple flannel shirt, gets his boots on, and briefly considers taking a tire iron to the mysterious stranger who's now out cold in the parking lot.

His only reply to Sam is a grunt as he helps his brother relocate the downed Doctor to somewhere prying eyes can't watch them interrogate. "I say we just tie him to a tree and let the squirrels take care of him," Dean growls out as he goes to loom over the unconscious man...who is apparently no longer unconscious!

"The fuck?!" He hops back, away from those flailing lanky limbs, while pulling a pistol from the back of his jeans. "Freeze! Don't move!" He's just looking for a reason to put a bullet in the monster that mangled his precious baby.
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Sam Winchester
Posted: Oct 24 2011, 03:02 PM


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Sam, of course, means the mess with the big blue phone box. Not so much with the smashed Impala. His anger for that will come later when they have to song and dance to get the car somewhere and fix it up. Plus, he'll have to defuse his brother's temper. So, overall, not particurarly enjoyable for the younger winchester.

Still, Sam lets his brother have his lamp-throwing tantrum in the room.

"We can't leave him for the squirrels," Sam hisses to his brother, then pauses before adding, "...yet." Because they do need to find out what this strange man is, after all.

Sadly for Sam, they're not even getting that far because the tarp starts flailing around and both the brothers drop it to hop back. Sam's gun is out shortly after Dean's, both of them aiming for the lanky man on the ground. He glances at Dean as silence falls between the three men before inquiring, "What are you?"
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The Doctor
Posted: Oct 24 2011, 04:08 PM


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For the first time since he crawled out of the smoking blue police box, the Doctor's eyes narrow and he glances between the two pistols sudddenly pointed in his direction. But this isn't a look of anger or some sort of unspoken threat. No, he looks more offended than anything else. Not so much because the guns are focused on him, but by the fact that they're here at all.

"Alright, no need for that, now," he says, lifting both his hands up in a 'don't shoot!' sort of way. "Always with the guns, you humans." He keeps his eyes trained on the pistols until Sam speaks up, asking him what he is, and the man makes a 'tsk' sort of sound.

"I'm not a what anymore than you are," he says, then seems to get over his beef with the firearms and smiles widely. "I'm the Doctor."

Oh, well, that explains everything. Only it doesn't, at all.
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Dean Winchester
Posted: Oct 26 2011, 02:34 PM


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Dean sneers, sort of similar to how a dog looks right before it gets the utterly delightful idea of feasting upon someone's throat or entrails. The narrow eyed look from the Doctor doesn't even phase him, after all he's stared down bigger and nastier things than some fruity guy in a flying phone booth.

The flying phone booth. His car. His FIRST MATERIAL POSSESSION. There's a flicker of utter hatred that flares to life in those hazel eyes of his and it takes all the self control that the elder Winchester has not to just shoot out the strange man's kneecaps or something. If he kills him, he'll be wanted by the law all over again. A small wound, however...

Dean shakes the (oh so tempting) idea from his head and grunts when his brother decides to go ahead with the interrogation. Sam always was better at that, well, unless females were involved. Then it's Dean who prefers to do the, uh, questioning. And whatever else that involves. In the meantime he'll just be the bad cop to Sam's good cop, gun still aimed at the Doctor, though the position switches from his head, to his chest, and back again depending on just how angry Dean's feeling at any given moment.
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Sam Winchester
Posted: Oct 26 2011, 07:08 PM


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You're dealing with the Winchesters here, Doc. Of course they're going to be brandishing guns, they're named after them. Sort of. In a way.

When the stranger gives his explaination, Sam raises an eyebrow. "You're a doctor?" He shakes his head, "That's not what I mean. What are you. A box that fell out of the air, some strange regenerating man, that's some awfully crazy shit there." To say the least.

It really doesn't make any sense to Sam. This is nothing they've ever seen. The things they've dealt with make sense. Well, in the paranormal sense. Not in the things-dropping-out-of-the-sky way.

"Start talking. Tell us everything. Make it quick." When in doubt, play the intimidation angle. They're the ones with the guns, so they're the ones in control here.
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