"DOCTOR!" Oswin screamed as she flinched awake from the nightmare.
"Yes I am. The question is: who are you?" The Doctor stood above her, arms crossed.
Oswin tried to run, but when she looked down she was tied to a chair with ropes.
"Welcome," said a familiar voice behind her. She turned around as much as she could to see Dean bound to another chair at her back.
"Wow. I actually texted you to get out! What the hell were you doing? Did you stop for a burger?" Oswin asked.
"My phone was on silent so that it didn't go off near any shifters!" Dean defended himself.
"Oh! Well, fat load of good that did you!" Oswin rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I'm aware irony," Dean snapped.
"Shifters. What are they?" The Doctor demanded. Both hunters were silent.
"Well come on then! You said it, not me. What's a shifter?" The Doctor asked again.
"Are you...? Does he actually not know?" Oswin whispered to Dean.
"He's fucking with us," Dean whispered back with certainty.
"I really am," the Doctor spoke quickly, "Considering you broke into my Tardis and you look like Clara, I can only assume you meant shape-shifters, or more accurately: Zygons!" He scanned them and held the screwdriver up to his ear.
Suddenly Doctor frowned at them, "What?" He scanned and listened again, even smacking the screwdriver against his palm a few times.
"That can't be right," He said, frantically trying to figure out what was wrong.
"Sorry, what's this about zygotes?" Dean asked.
"I think it was Zygons," Oswin corrected.
"I don't give a fuck!" Dean snapped.
"It says your both human! Both of you! Even that one!" The Doctor pointed at Oswin.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Oswin took it offensively.
"It means your not a big red rubbery thing with suckers!" The Doctor shouted, as though it were obvious what he meant.
"Alright, Grandpa, calm the fuck down and just tell us what you're thinking," Dean said.
The Doctor glared at him, "If I told you everything I was thinking at this moment, I'm fairly sure the average human brain would be unable to contain it all."
"Then just some context relevant to our situation would be lovely, thank you," Oswin said.
The Doctor ignored her, "But if you're not a zygon that means..." His eyes went wide, "What is your name!?" He shouted. Oswin and Dean just exchanged unsure glances.
"NAME NOW!" The Doctor shouted. Oswin's eyes widened, but she bit her lip stubbornly.
"Clara Oswin Oswald?" Silence.
"IS YOUR NAME CLARA OSWIN OSWALD?" The Doctor yelled at her.
"ALRIGHT FINE! My name is Clara Oswin! Why do you care so much? Your friend already took my identity! You can seriously just kill us now! What's with the interrogation?"
But the Doctor wasn't listening, "This is bad. This is very bad," He suddenly turned is head to her, "How are you here? The timeline you jumped into was during my last regenerati- UNLESS!" His eyes widened, "No. This is not good. Very not good," he whispered.
"Uh... Whatchya talkin' about there, Old Timer?" Dean asked nervously.
"Trenzalore... Has yet to happen..." He breathed. A confused silence fell upon the room.
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The Impossible Hunter
FanficWHAT?! ONE OF THE SPLIT CLARAS IS A HUNTER AND MEETS THE WINCHESTERS?! Yes. DO THE WINCHESTERS MEET THE DOCTOR?! What would be the point of writing this if they didn't? ARE THERE ANY ROMANTIC THREADS I CAN SHIP?! *Creepy Moon Emoji* Maybe... IS THER...