When Fandoms Collide

Superwhovengerlock

“You punched her!” the Doctor exclaimed as they entered the TARDIS. “You actually punched her!”

“What did you expect me to do?” Sam grunted, hauling her through the doors. “Wait until something bad happened?”

“No, but-but- you can't just punch her!”

Dean walked in and patted his shoulder. “But he did.” he said, and walked off to help his brother. “Welcome to the land of productivity. Now, what's up with her? Demonic possession?”

“No idea.” the Doctor said. “I never figured out.”

“Wait, you've faced this before?” Dean asked.

“Yes.” Sam and the Doctor spoke in unison. The Doctor continued. “It was a long time ago. I was on a trip with a......friend. I went ahead and rode the train, but it-”

“-broke down, and the thing got inside.” Sam finished. “It possessed him, and he would have stayed like that unless-”

“Thank you Sam,” the Doctor interrupted. “That's quite enough of that.”

“Wait, how does Sam know about that?” Dean asked.

“I shared my memories with him.” the Doctor said, pointing to his head. “Bonked our heads together.”

“Um...okay, whatever.” Dean said, waving them away. He turned to the lady, who was not tied to a chair. “So, what do we do about her?”

“Her name is Night,” the Doctor said, “and you won't be doing anything. I'm making her my responsibility.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” he asked, turning to him.

“Do I need to define responsibility for you, Dean?” the Doctor asked, rolling his eyes as he pushed them to the side.

“No!” Dean pulled his around to face him. “Do I have to define jackassfor you? Or maybe team, since that what you insist we are?”

The Doctor looked into Dean's eyes confidently, smiling a little in the corner of his mouth. “Confident, I see, eh? Well, you're not the only one. And you'd better watch that; me when I'm confident.” He glanced over at Sam, then back to Dean. “”You take care of him, right?”

“Yea, he's my brother.” Dean spat at him. “My-”

“Responsibility.” the Doctor finished, his corner smile still on his face. “And why am I not allowed to call him Sammy? Same reason, right?” he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

“Don't touch me!” he said, swatting his hand away.

The Doctor placed it back. “He'syour responsibility.” he said, gesturing at Sam with his head. “She'smine. Understand?”

Dean looked away for a moment in frustration, then looked back, nodding. “Yea, I understand.”

“Good.” the Doctor was all smiles again, walking to the controls. “Now, while I find out the address, you go bring her into the room down the hall marked 'Sound Proof', alright?”

“Wait, us?” Dean turned around, pointing at Sky. “You said she's yourresponsibility!”

“I did! I never said I wouldn't need a little help!”

Sam looked at Dean and shrugged, walking over and picking up one end of the chair. Dean sighed heavily, picking up the other end. They carried her down the hall, looking for the room with 'Sound Proof' on it.

“Honestly, what is his problem?!” Dean asked angrily, huffing as he tried to keep Sky from falling over.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, looking behind him to make sure that he wouldn't trip.