Into Murky Waters

Highway to Hell

The TARDIS landed with a wheezing sound and a thunk.

"April 19, 2007. We're right outside of Springfield. Are you going to get out of her, now?" The Doctor said, licking his dry lips. The demon smiled, but didn't put away the knife yet.

"Let's go outside and see if you did this right, then I'll decide."

The demon stepped outside, cautiously. It was starting to drizzle in the late afternoon Springfield sky. She tried to take another step, lowering her knife in smug success.

But she couldn't.

The demon swung around wildly, suddenly breathing hard, looking at the grassy ground:

She was stuck in a spray paint Demon's Trap.

"What's the matter? Let her go-" The Doctor began, stepping out as well, but the demon's shrieks cut him off.

"Ohhhhh no. I see what you did here. You little-! I'm going to-! I OUGHT TO RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!" Clara screamed.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOU-"

All of a sudden, two men stepped from behind nearby trees. One was holding a large gun, and the taller one carrying a leather bound book.

"All right, sweetheart." The shorter one growled. "Go back to hell."

"NO!" The Doctor shouted again. "STOP! DON'T SHOOT HER!" What the hell was going on??

"We aren't going to shoot her, you asshat-" The shorter one started angrily, but the taller one cut him off.

"Dean, stop it, don't do that." He said, gently. Then he addressed the Doctor. "Don't touch her, Doctor, we're just going to exorcize her. Nothing will happen to Clara, I promise."

"How do you know Clara's and my name? How-" But the Doctor broke off in realization. "She's got a knife! She's about to stab herself!"

"You dumbass. You gave us the knife. It's right-" but the man called Dean broke off as well in dumbfounded silence. He and Clara held up the same Swiss Army knife.

Clara gave a yelp; someone pulled the knife out of her hand. An older looking man yanked her wrist back behind her when she wasn't paying attention, and pried it loose. He walked over to the three men, and gave it to the Doctor calmly.

"Bobby!" the two men cried, bewildered in this change of events.
Dean didn't lower his gun, but pointed it at Bobby instead.

"I'm not a demon, Dean-"

"That's what they all say. Sam!" Dean spat.

Sam threw Bobby a flask from his jacket pocket. Bobby took a swig, and stepped back, arms apart, as if to say, 'ta da!'.

Sam and Dean broke out in broad grins.

"Bobby! Where did you come from? How did you know-" Sam began hysterically, but Bobby shook his head.

"I'll explain later. Start the exorcism, Sam."

The Doctor thought he was going completely nutters. He had seen some strange things in life but definitely not this mad.

"What the HELL is going on?? Why can't she move? How did you know that we would be here? Can you help me please, my friend is in her, and I don't know what to do. That's a phrase I don't use often, so that makes it a scary one." The Doctor nearly shouted, but know one answered. Clara, who had been remaining silent throughout this confusing event, spoke up.

"Well, well, well. The Winchesters. Do you know how much trouble it was for me to find you? And here we are. We haven't even had a formal greeting, and you want to kill me." The demon fake pouted.

"Well, sweetheart, that's about the jist of it. Sam, excorsize this bitch." Dean growled again, but his gun was down. The man called Sam looked down at his book, and began reciting Latin.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus..." Sam recited, and Clara gave a loud shudder.

"What is he doing to her?" The Doctor demanded, not too quietly, to Dean and Bobby, and Dean put a finger to his lips annoyingly. The Doctor stewed in bitter silence. Was Clara hurting when he said those words as well? He fiddled his bow tie and fixed his floppy brown hair. Everything was happening too quickly, even for him.

"Ergo, draco maledicte ecclessiam tum securi tibia facius liber tate seruire..." Sam went on, pacing slowly. Clara let out a blood curdling scream, and crumpled where she could move. Gasping, Clara looked up at the Doctor with such a murderous glare, that the Daleks would have stopped in their tracks, and retreat.

"Cl-Clara has a secret, you know. Not one that you know about yet. And she's been keeping it from from you for s-so long."

"Don't listen to her, demons lie-"

But the Doctor shushed Dean, and held up a hand to stop Sam from reading.

"What did you say? I already know who she is, and where she came from." The Doctor said, frowning.

"She has one more, though. It's so cute, you two. The way you would kill to make sure she's safe. The way she calls inside of my head for you. Remind you of someone, Sam? Dean?" She rasped, laughing. The two brothers looked at each other knowingly.

"The way you look at her, even now. God, why don't you two just elope, already?" The demon laughed maniacally. The Doctor looked down, blushing. His two hearts were fluttering, but not from the recent confusing events. Then, he nodded at Sam, to begin again.

"Audi nos." Sam concluded.

Clara screamed, and black smoke erupted from her mouth. The ground started to shake. The screaming went on and on....

"CLARA!" the Doctor yelled. The black smoke stopped coming from her, and she collapsed to the ground. The Doctor picked up her head. "Clara! Can you here me? Are you all right?"

Clara coughed hard, and the Doctor held her to him, slightly rocking.

"I'm so sorry, Clara, I mean it. I thought that I would lose you for sure."

"Wh-what happened? When are we? Doc-" she whimpered, but Bobby's voice cut across her's.

"Sorry to break up this romantic scene, but I've gotta go. Gotta check out somethin' in Virginia. See ya, boys, Doc, Clara. Feel better, hun." Bobby walked off near an old warehouse parking lot.

Clara sat up. "Who are you guys? All I know is that I had something in my head, and, and it controlled me, Doctor."

"You're welcome for saving you. Sam, let's get going before anything else bat-shit crazy happens."

"How did you know? That we were here, and the knife, and what to do?" the Doctor asked, helping Clara up.

"You met us. Remember? You came, landed in our freakin' motel room a few hours ago in Pretoria. That blue box scared the living shit out of us." Dean smiled, misunderstandingly.

"Yeah, and you gave us that knife." Sam pointed at Dean's hand, which still held the red knife.

"But I don't understand- oh. Oh." The Doctor grinned. "Now it all makes sense. Thank you, thank you, Sam, Dean, for everything."

"No problem, man." Dean grinned, then winked at Clara. She squinted at him, and he stopped, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

The Doctor shook both of their hands, and he and Clara both stepped into the TARDIS, Clara waving at both before getting in.

The TARDIS started making loud grinding and wheezing noises. Sam and Dean stood close to each other, and stared, in still shock, while the TARDIS disappeared, wind blowing in their hair and jackets.

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