I woke up a few hours later in so much pain. I looked around and, once again, saw that I had bags of blood
attached to me. There were also sigils placed all around the room so I couldn't leave. My head felt as if long spikes were stabbing into it. Well...there were metal rods poking into my head.

"Good morning sunshine. Nothing like a bath in Holy Fire to near-kill an archangel. No worries you are still that. Two graces and now the mixed blood of Lucifer and myself . You are such a prize to have."

I swore and fought my bonds.

"Your friends are all gone, I sent them back to their homes with some shady memories. You sent Castiel away, so thanks for that. Your daughter still has no soul. So it's just you and me. Oh what fun we shall have. Eh?"

"I am going to kill you." I grunted as I tried to heat my skin to burn the wet ropes.

"Ah. Ah. Aahh. I wouldn't do that. Those ropes are drenched with Holy oil." He chuckled as I swore.
"I'll let you go after I have done everything to make you...or break you. Whichever comes first. I am going to try and understand how you work." He raised a large vial of black blood. "This is a mix of every monster in creation. Vampire, werewolf, angel, demon, multiple gods, wendigo, etcetera. If you don't comply it will be injected straight into the girl. Kapish?"

"Understood. I'll do whatever, just give her back to me unharmed."

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All of a sudden the pain stopped. His carving into my flesh and injecting different bloods into me ceased. I was no longer bound. In fact I wasn't even in the dungeon. I was in a dark, dense forest. It was peaceful, cool I took a deep breath and got up. I was wearing a black overcoat, a blue blouse, and black slacks. I was barefoot on the cool grass.

A twig snapped and I drew my blade. This creature attacked me.

"The Archangel of Time is dead! She has joined us!" He yelled as we fought. I beheaded him and black goop replaced blood on my blade.

"Where am I?" I wondered aloud.

"Your in purgatory." An angel jumped from the tree above my head. He had brown hair and fuzzy chubby cheeks.

"I'm Gabriel. Was it the halo patrol or the sulfur smokers?"He stuck his hand out.

"Crowley." I shook his hand. "So I'm dead? I don't feel dead."

"Well welcome to death. There are some people that you will want to meet." We walked through the woods in silence for a good hour before we came to a large clearing with several people in it.

"Gallel, Hailey, Isaac. She is here."

Two angels walked up from the group. A small, dirty, child ran into my arms.
"Mommy! You come fow me!"
"Oh." I started to cry as I held my dead child.
"What happened sweetheart? What did they do to you?"
"The Angel took my soul, and the demon killed me. I woke up here. There are monsters here momma!"

"Hello, I am Gallel, Hailey's father. Thank you for trying, and for loving her." I nodded as the darker angel spoke.

"I am Issac. I protected your family as you grew. I must say that I am disappointed. You didn't last long. I hope you do better in here."

"Yes sir." I couldn't remember much of my death, just that I had heard my doctor one last time before the pain ended.

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The Doctor's pov.

Cass found me and then we teamed up with the Winchester brothers to find Riley.
After three weeks of nothing we were close to giving up.

"Look John, there isn't anything to go off. Shady memories of what happened, no lore on an archangel with demon blood or anything like that. Unless you count Lucifer. And there is even less about the 'Angel of Time'." Sam was getting frustrated.

"Look. In my dreams she is alive, in a forest, and is fighting and being called the Angel of Time. She is my- " my argument was cut off.

"What? What is she? Not your wife yet. Not your lover. Your girlfriend? Your fiancé yes, but what else? What exactly is she to you that you would keep at it this long?" Dean practically yelled.

I lowered my voice and straightened my bowtie, because I was mad now.

"You listen here boys, and you listen good. We are both Timelords, but we are also both perfect copies of real ones that once lived. Timelords have soulmates. So to put it simply... she is THE ONLY REASON I AM ALIVE! The only reason I haven't quit is the fact that she loves me and that she is alive. I have to get her back." The boys nodded in sober realization.

"Well you can have her, and the kid. They are of no use for me now she time jumped us here, from our point of view it's been five years... Oh I made her do so many things. The first was kill her child. I made her kill, maim, torture, everything and everyone to test her limits. Even you Timelord. But now she is dead. I broke her."
Crowley had just dropped a bloody apron on the floor of the hotel room and was now wiping blood and bits from his smiling face.

"Goodbye. Moose, Squirrel, Giraffe, goodbye Wolf and Pup." He gestured to the beds where two bodies lay then left.

No.
"NO! RILEY! HAILEY! Oh don't be dead. Please don't be dead." I ran up and shook them, slapped their cheeks and checked for life signs.

Castiel popped over and sniffed Hailey's hand. Then shook his head.

Riley opened her eyes, or what were her eyes. Now red holes replaced the orbs. Her breathing was laboured.

"Riley! Come on you can heal! You can. Please hang on. I love you."

"I have done so many bad things. I can't. He has destroyed the woman I was. Turned me into something worse than the daleks. Will you forgive me?Take care of Hailey please like she is your own?"

"I still love you. I burned our planet, i dont think you have done anything to that extent. Lets make Hailey our own.Do you know what day it is? It's our wedding day." She nodded and I wrapped my bowtie around our hands.

"Castiel, say I consent and gladly give."

" What am I gladly consenting to give?"

"Good enough. I do."

"I do. Now one last kiss, husband."

Her hand grabbed my hair weakly ad we kissed. A golden glow was moving through her... and to me.

"No Ri. Regenerate. Please."
"Don't waste my lives, look after my baby. I love you."
Her eyes glassed over and her arm dropped. The bed burned beneath her. Eight wings singed onto the comforter. The death of an angel.

"She gave me her regenerations...she wanted me to live and raise Hailey." I broke down looking at my girls' broken forms.

After a few hours Dean spoke up.
"So what now?"

"Timelord burial. Only way. So many species would go to war for one cell of her dna."

"What is a Timelord burial?"

"Cremation and scattering her ashes into the time vortex."

Dean nodded. "Sounds good."

...
We gathered the avengers, Bobby, a few of her friends from Asgaurd, discussed their deaths and prepared the bodies. I heard the familiar sound of the Tardis behind me."

"She's dead? Riley is dead without regeneration?" The twelfth Doctor asked, his voice sounded heavy as mine.

"Yes. They are dead. You know what we have to do." The thin gray man nodded, grabbed an Indian paintbrush flower, and stood with the others.

"I will always love and honor my wife and daughter. Especially in their deaths." I tossed a burning rose.

"Goodbye my little beast, and lady Riley." Thor whispered as he tossed a lilly.

The others tossed theirs with their respects and we watched as the flames devoured our loved ones.

When the ashes were cooled and the rest were gone, I scraped them into urns with shaking hands.

"Ready?" The Scottish me asked. I nodded and shuffled into the Tardis. He stopped in the vortex.

"It's time." I said as he opened the doors to a cascade of swirling orange and purple.

I poured Hailey's first and watched as they spiraled out of sight.
I opened Riley's and tilted it.

"Wait." Twelve placed two fingers and a thumb on his lips and, with a furrow of eyebrows, withdrew a gold strand of regeneration energy.
"So that she can fly forever, or give life to some barren planet. They are her lives. I'm giving this one back to her." He dropped the strand in the urn and nodded for me to resume.

"What did you mean 'they are her lives'?" I asked him.

"Crowley sent her to torture and kill me for more information about time. She was about to kill me when, I guess the soulmate gene kicked in, she didn't. She broke down and started crying, saying she was sorry and she couldn't stop him." A tear rolled down his wrinkled cheek.

"She spared you...but not her baby."

We watched the gold ashes swirl away, then closed the doors. I had him take me back to Asguard.

I we into her apartment and turned on her ipod. Her favorite song came on. How she would rock out to that song when she thought no one was watching. I cried and sang as memories flooded.

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Ah
The first time I saw her

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

Our first kiss, she made a vase fly across the room.

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say
The I love you after we picked up the vase shards.

Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man,
Well, it surely means that I don't know

Our first fight, over her powers getting out of controll.

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune,
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more no!

Quiting the Time agency for more time with her daughter. Because she knew time with her was short.

Carry on,
You will always remember
Carry on,
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Her nodding her head through tears as I asked the most important question.

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry,
Don't you cry no more,

Her saying yes.

No more!

Her dying.

My poor poor readers, what are you going to do with me? (Not kill me I hope) I copied the lyrics from a website. (A-zlyrics maybe?)

Ah purgatory such wonderful memories for us supernatural fans.

For the whovians, she pulled a river song.

And for the avengerites they all forget and Loki gets put back in jail yay.

This story actually took a lot less time than I thought it would...maybe my chapters were just longer.

Any ideas for what could happen next? *Moffat summons me and I am brought to his office*

"Oh come on Moffat! I was in the middle of writing the end of the book!"

He shook his curly head.

"No you weren't. It's the mid book finale. Stop lying."

I flashed my purple eyes at him.
"You better watch it. Besides that's rule one! I lie I'm a writing demon, that what I do."

"Yeah well I need a bit of advice from the writing demon. When should the next season of Doctor Who premier on BBC America? August like last year or sooner?"

He sat down on the desk and started to clear away the summoning spell.

"It's your show do what you- crap really? A devil's trap?"

"You get out on two conditions. One, you tell me when. Two, you continue the book."

"And if I don't?"

He pulled out an angel blade and holy water. "I give you over to Mark Sheppard and Robert Singer, and they give you to the Winchesters. Who will make you pay for their friend's death."

"You had me at holy water, low pain threshold. September 18th. 6+6+6 on the eighth month."

"And the book?"

"Planning it now. You will get it within the week. Maybe a birthday resurrection."

"July twenty fourth? Sounds good."

"How did you know when my birthday is?"

He looked to the side as if wondering whether to tell or not. Then he took a cane and broke the trap on the floor.

"Go write."

I rolled my eyes and popped back to my bedroom. Took out my phone and saw that it had been recording that conversation. Oh well...the readers will love this.