The broken son

3. The journey begins

As both men got inside the TARDIS, the Doctor showed Dean what to do, in order to make the spaceship fly back in time and save Castiel.

At first the hunter was a little hesitant, since he never really believed going back in time was possible. He wanted to, but it seemed too... Unrealistic and crazy.

Seriously, Dean?! You have been brought back from hell like 500 times, your boyfriend is an angel, your best friend is the King of Hell and your little brother used to have some demonic-blood-mojo running through his veins. Let's not forget that you were freaking Michael's vessel, damn it!, Dean though while pressing the buttons the other man showed him. They'll make it. There was something in this Doctor Dean found relaxing and loyal.

Well, who cares, right? He had nothing to lose. Not anymore.

The Doctor's POV:

Why did I decide to help the poor human? I don't know. Maybe because he was like me, he lost his only love even before showing his feelings properly. The angel died before knowing that his love wasn't unanswered. Me? I lost my true love too, and I sweared I wouldn't let anyone else experience what I have.

When I lost Rose, I was broken, I couldn't bring myself together, both my hearts torn apart in pieces. I can't even dare to imagine what it would've felt like if I had just one heart. Besides, I could help Dean. Because that's what Rose'd have done if I was forever gone-she'd move on, because of me. She'd know that I'll do anything to help the scarred and broken, like me.

She would, indeed. But she wasn't here. I shook my head. I had to concentrate.

I took a glimpse of the young man-he was doing everything I told him, the hollowness inside him being filled with hope, but also fear.

Then the crash happened.

End of the Doctor's POV.

Dean heard it too and straightened his back, ready for a fight. The Doctor shot his head up and listened to the silence. Suddenly, the buttons on the round board began to flicker in all kinds of colours, some which Dean haven't ever seen. The alien cursed under his breath.

'Damn, we took the wrong way, and obviously the TARDIS is a little... Um, broken. We'll have to land wherever time takes us. And as I can see, that would be... 2010. Good year, a little bit boring, but good. Hold on something!', yelled the man as the box loudly crashed at something.

'Ah! London! I bloody love this city!', murmured the alien and fell a little forward, as the Winchester gracelessly stumbled and fell on the ground.

Awesome, he thought as he stood back on his hurting legs.

A few moments later, the door flung open, smoke filling the whole huge place and causing both of them to stumble out.

As the hunter exited the TARDIS, he gasped, eyes wide-they were infront of a typical British building with a number on the greenish door.

221B.