Doctor

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Blue. Blue is what he sees when he opens his eyes. Blue sky, blue eyes, blue box, and the smell of...earth. He dug his fingers into the ground, ripping grass out of its roots. A splash of burning liquid hit his face, a growl exiting his dry throat.

"Don't go near him," Someone warned, a deep voice.

"Doctor!" Feminine voice. Kind, familiar.

"Ain't him anymore," Another voice, American. Light Texan accent.

A distant memory came to him.

...

"If you're an ALIEN, why do you sound British?"

"Why do YOU sound like you're from Texas if you're from Kansas?"

...

He laughed. Six human figures surrounded him. Except, two of them weren't human, were they?

"A whole decade," the tall blonde male spoke, "Twelve hundred years."

"Why are you staring at me?" He began to stand up.

Hunters, brothers. An angel. A Nephilim. Amy and Rory.

"I'm sorry," The trench coated angel said.

Behind them, the familiar police box stood. He didn't know why, but he was drawn to it. He ran, dodging their attempts to stop him, and even a couple bullets, to the box and ducked inside.

...

"Damn it!" Dean cursed, "What the hell do we do now?"

"Nothing we can do," Sam said.

"We just let a super-advanced race of alien turned demon get away," Dean said, "NOTHING is not an option."

"I'll look for him," Jack offered.

"Jack, no," Castiel said, "We don't know how powerful he is."

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