The Hunt for a Time Lord (A Doctor Who, Supernatural fanfiction)

Just Like Old Times

(Still don't own Doctor Who.)

We had been catching up for a while, Dean groaning and complaining, though Sam had happily joined the conversation.

"So, how long have you guys been traveling with our dear Doctor?" Rose asked the Winchesters.

"About two hours and the whole time we've been here!" Dean commented.

"Well, don't take it for granted," Rose sighed as a guilty look crossed my face, "he always has to leave in the end."

"Like a Nanny Mcphee sort of thing?" Sam asked seriously.

"Basically, except it's either total makeover or basically the same exact look with him," Amy replied.

The little bell on the diner door rang as their angel friend walked into the diner, an annoyed look on his face. "Doctor," he nodded in greeting.

"Apple," I acknowledged.

"You're traveling with three men?" Amy raised an eyebrow.

"Four men in a TARDIS," Rory added.

"Tag alongs," I frowned angrily, "especially that apple right there," I jabbed my thumb in the direction of the angel.

"I am an angel of the lord, my name is Castiel," Apple responded in a serious tone.

"Blah, blah, blah."

"I have never said that word in my existence."

"Shhhhhhh! Grown ups are talking."

Castiel's face scrunched up in annoyance, "you are very difficult to be around, Doctor."

"And you are a sad, sad little apple-flavored jammiedodger."

"I am not sad. I am quite calm, yet you are making me irritated."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"As mature as ever, I see," Rose grinned, elbowing me slightly. "But what is he talking about, angel of the lord stuff?"

"Ignore him," Sam said hurriedly, "Cas, don't go around saying stuff like that."

"Sammy, we're surrounded by British people, who cares?" Dean groaned angrily.

"We care," the 'British people' responded.

"So, what happened, Doctor? Unless you don't want to share." Rose turned to look at me.

"Poisoned," I briefed shortly.

"What are you talking about? You were poisoned?" Rory turned his eyes toward me.

"Oh you've seen me poisoned multiple times," I waved my hand dismissevely.

"In all my travels, it was kind of like I was traveling with a whole new Doctor. I- I miss both of them."

"Still here," I said, though a part of me felt slightly hurt, "and still me... sorta."

Sam winced, drawing the conversation towards him. He looked like he'd been hit by a very painful migraine. Dean was over at our table in a flash while Amy caught the moose before he fell off the seat. Rory went to help but Sam was already righting himself.

Sam rubbed his temples, but whatever had happened must have died down because he seemed a little better.

"You alright?" I asked, concerned.

Sam gave me a pained look and diverted his eyes.

"Sam just gets headaches now and then," Dean lied. He seemed to have fooled my former companions, but he couldn't fool a thousand something year old timelord.

"Uh-huh," I nodded, narrowing my eyes. But I nevertheless dropped it as the two brothers went off over towards the other side of the room to have one of their whisper, whisper session. They did that a lot. Very secretive and very irritating to nosy little me.