When The Doctor awoke, he had a new cut on the back of his hand, his face was wet, and salt stuck to the dampness of his coat. Several people were in the TARDIS. One of them was pacing, and he did not look happy at all.

"Alright, I have called every hunter I know, and none of them can explain what you are. Why do you have two hearts?" Dean demanded

The Doctor tilted his head. "I...was born with them...?"

Dean's fists clenched.

"No, no, no!" The Doctor said hastily, "Honestly, I am not looking for trouble, I'm just following a call for help through a time rift! It took me here, that's all! I'm a time traveler, see?"

Dean's eyebrows furrowed. "Who are you?"

"The Doctor,"

"Doctor Who?"

"Just The Doctor,"

"Tell me your name!"

"The Doctor!"

Dean crossed the room in one step and punched The Doctor hard in the face. "Stop playing games with us!" The Winchester growled.

"Ow! I'm not!" cried The Doctor, "honestly, I'm not!" The Doctor rubbed his cheek. "Was that really necessary? All I'm doing is trying to help here."

Dean crossed his arms. "Give us one good reason why we shouldn't kill you."

"Lower your guns and then we'll talk,"

"Or, how about you answer me or I shoot you anyway?" Dean pointed the gun straight between the Doctor's eyes.

"Dean, please," a soft voice spoke, and John walked forward and took Dean by the arm. Dean tensed and swung his gun toward John instinctively, but John, being trained in the military, hit Dean at the elbow and bent his arm behind his back in one quick move. The elder Winchester dropped to the ground.

"Let's handle this like adults, shall we?" John said, dusting off his sweater.

Dean, Sam and Castiel stood to the side while John spoke to the Doctor alone.

Sherlock, while usually very talkative and interjecting, stood quietly to the side. It had taken him almost a full minute to recover from the shock of this "TARDIS" being impossibly larger on the inside than the outside.

He watched both parties speak, watched the Winchesters interact with each other and something not like them. He watched John. His eyes stayed on Castiel and The Doctor for a bit too long, before he hurried forward and flipped a switch on the TARDIS console.

"No, stop! What are you doing?!" The Doctor broke away from John. "You're sending us straight into the time--"

CRACK!

The TARDIS lurched and everyone fell to the right, then rolled or slid to the left as the tiny blue box crashed through the bright light and into the street.

"--rift...,"

Everyone picked themselves up, and The Doctor looked dumbfounded at Sherlock.

"How did you--?"

A very loud alarm blared suddenly through the TARDIS, cutting off The Doctor mid-sentence.

"We'll talk later. Come on, we found the place that called for help."

"Where are we?"

"I don't know, Sammy, but it sure as hell ain't Kansas."

Above their heads in an old, deserted city, hung a torn white banner, and on it was written in bold red letters, "I BELIEVE IN TEAM FREE WILL."

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