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**For those who are confused, for the Doc and Amy, this happens after Vampires in Venice and right before the Pandorica two parter maybe even right after the Lodger, that's why they're on Earth. That's why Rory isn't mentioned at all. But for Canton, I know he appears after the Pandorica two parter, but his ep is back in time. When Canton meets the Doc for the first time, and now is the second time. But the first for the Doc, because this happened before the Pandorica. Because Canton would first meet the Doctor in 1969. I'm going by Crowley/Supernatural point of view, not Doctor Who. . . . Does that make sense? I'm getting confused now. . . .big ball of timey wimey! If you can understand it, yes! . . . .I never thought of timelines that much, just the story :P

Author's note: Last chapter! Thanks for coming along on this ride! Please, please review I might wanna continue this story with Crowley, the bros and the Silence. So review and tell me what you think!

"What do you mean I forgot?" Cas furrowed his brow in confusion. He was an Angel of the Lord, he could remember every single thing if he wanted to. "I have a very good memory."

"Don't worry; it's not your fault." The Doctor said soothingly, which Cas interpreted as condescending. "You couldn't help it. You had to forget. I know, it must be terribly confusing and all but that's just the way it is. Nothing I can do about it. . . .Not yet, anyway." The Doctor knew about the crack and what it was capable of, but he still had unanswered questions. "I'm not gonna worry you about it, it's way too complex and irrelevant." The Doctor shrugged.

"Wait, hold up. You're telling me Cas had a solution to the apocalypse but then he forgot?" Sam said incredulously. "Like amnesia?" Sam thought no way in hell that was possible. . . .right?

"Actually, not just Cas." The Doctor pressed his lips together. "You and Dean, too."

Sam did not believe him. "You're saying Dean and I forgot as well?" he huffed. He and Dean weren't that much of screw ups. If they had an answer to their bullshit he would have definitely remembered. "How can that be possible, Doctor? Tell me. Are you trying to say that our minds got wiped? Like Angel mojo? Or we were hypnotized? Or were we so drunk that we can't remember anymore?" Sam glared. "Because there is just no other way possible! So please, enlighten us, Doctor."

The Doctor stared at the angered Sam. The Doctor looked at the crack and back to the boys, and once more to the crack. He rolled his eyes and groaned. "Okay, if you must know-this crack eats people." The Doctor stated.

". . . .Huh?" said Sam, taken aback. He was ready for some mega intelligent alien explanation! Not something a stoner would say. "Come again? Like pops people like peanuts?" he looked at the crack again. Nope, just a crack in his eyes.

The Doctor raised his hands angrily, making weird gestures to himself. "Not eats eats people! More like, touch the crack and you get erased from history." He looked at them seriously. "It's like you were never born, never existed. People never met you-People would die and people would live. History has literally changed right now and you don't even know it. Think about the world now; think of what the world could have been if these people stayed alive . . . . You're completely erased from time." The Doctor mentally noted he was supposed to tell this to Amy.

Sam and Cas took a minute to absorb this all in. "And what does this has to do with anything?" Cas whispered. This was a serious problem. He wondered if his Brothers knew any of this.

"Arrrrghhh!" the Doctor cried. "Weren't you listening! Humans and their miniscule intelligence, I swear. No wonder I save your lives over and over again. . ." the Doctor ranted to himself. "Sorry, sorry, going off track. I do that a lot, have you noticed?" Sam and Cas nodded. "Amy hates it . . . . Sorry! Off track again!" he mumbled and slapped himself on the head, Sam thought it was odd. "Think about it! Crack on Earth. All this time, undetected. Crack sucking people up. Changing the world. This crack has erased someone from time who was very, very VIP." The Doctor's eyes bored straight into Cas' bright blue ones. "You were looking for someone, who was going to stop the end of the world-but he was eaten by the crack, thus erased from history, which equals-" the Doctor paused for dramatic effect. "Nothing."

Cas was silent for a moment. His head tilted. "Do you know who I was looking for? Who got erased from history?"

The Doctor shook his head. "No."

Sam decided to speak up. "Well, how do we fix this then? If we spackle this crack up, would it spit everyone back out?" he asked hopefully.

"I'm still working on that." The Doctor tiredly smiled at Sam. It seemed as if the Doctor has been thinking about it for a very long time. "But don't worry, Winchester. The cracks are not your problem." Sam looked at the Doctor with an as-if face. "Oh, you worry too much. You humans and your worrying and uncalled for panic. Humans panic and worry over a trivial color scheme, and what do you do? Bomb each other! . . . . You'll get wrinkles if you worry too much, Sam." Sam glared at him. "That's why my pretty face is perfectly smooth. I don't worry. Most of the time. "

Sam shook his head. "And what about the weeping Angels? Why show us the crack?" he asked.

The Doctor looked thoughtful for a second. "I think they're just scared. They were running." A smile started to form on his features. "Awwww, they're harmless! All they wanted was a Doctor!" he said affectionately.

"But they attacked us!" Sam cried. He vividly remembered his last close encounter with the scary kind.

"I think they just wanted out-no, sorry, MY attention." The Doctor replied happily, Sam looked at him funny. "What?" he frowned. "Me and the Weeping Angels go way back! We're like tight! In like a death, killer sort of way."

". . . .No." Cas piped up.

"No what?" Sam replied.

Cas looked straight at the Doctor. "They are not harmless, they are monsters. Demons. You will get rid of them, Doctor." He demanded.

The Doctor looked outraged, Timelord anger exploded in his eyes. Sam thought he could see Hell burning in his eyes. "They are not the problem. They are not a threat. You will do so and leave them alone." He whispered in an unflinching voice. Sam felt a chill run down his spine. "Nobody human or Angel will make me get rid of them." Cas remained passive. "I'm the Doctor, I'm a Timelord, the Oncoming Storm and you do not want to cross my wishes." The Doctor said in a menacing calm voice.

"As long as I have your word that they will not harm anyone." Cas replied.

"Yup!" the Doctor replied almost happily, his mood entirely shifted.

Cas moved swiftly and grabbed Sam's arm and the Doctor's. Suddenly, they were standing outside of the crypt. The trio was close to the TARDIS.

"Uhhh, so out of curiosity. . ." Cas began slowly as they started back to the ship. "When will the Weeping Angels leave?"

"Soon. The crack will become to menacing and they will run. Oh, they will run! Just like the aliens I met before. They ran from the cracks. . . .So will the Angels." The Doctor shrugged. Sam looked like he didn't understand. "The Weeping Angels will flee. . . . . They're cowards who run to survive. . . . And keep running . . . ." the Doctor trailed off with a sad look on his face. Something told Sam he wasn't talking about the Angels anymore. . . .

"If they are leaving, so must you." Cas stated, and Sam was surprised he would say that. "I'm sorry, you are my friend. But you were only permitted to stay for the Weeping Angels."

The Doctor shrugged, unaffected by his harsh words. "It's fine. I was always gonna go anyways. This planet is boring, time moves way too slow and in order." The Doctor complained. "I have places to go, planets to see, aliens to save!" he looked happily back at them. "Never a dull moment! Onwards and upwards, I always say!"

"Wait! So, you're just gonna leave?" Sam asked shell-shocked. "What about the freakin' apocalypse! Surely, you could-"

"That is not my problem." The Doctor brushed him off. "I've saved the world too many times, it's time for your planet to get out of its diapers and save itself. I've babied your planet too long. Besides, I've meddled too much already. And I don't like to meddle. Unless there are crying children." He winked. "You and your brother will do fine." He looked at him earnestly.

"Can't you say 'I've seen the end of the world and it's not now'?" Sam pleaded, the Doctor laughed as he shook his head. "Can you at least give me a hint?" he begged. He needed peace of mind. He needed to know everything would be alright. He needed to know if Dean and him would be okay. All the answers were in this man's head and he wouldn't even share a tiny bit!

"Spoilers!" the Doctor said mysteriously and smiled to himself. "I'm becoming too River-like." He frowned.

When the TARDIS came into view, the Doctor leapt with joy and bounded towards his beloved ship. He stopped in his tracks when he almost ran into the back of a man in front of the doors of his box. It was human shaped. "Oi! Who are you?" the Doctor asked.

The shape turned around. It was a man, human, with a black shock of hair, dressed in a long black coat, black slacks, black suit and black shoes. He was kind somewhat short compared to Sam. The second the man laid eyes on the Doctor, they lit up brightly and the happiest smile graced his lips.

"Doctor!"

When Sam saw who the man was, Sam instantly drew his gun and aimed it at his head. "Crowley!" he growled.

Crowley, as if blind towards Sam, stared at the Doctor with disbelief and joy. "Doctor!" he breathed excitedly. "It's you! It's really you. . . . ." he walked straight up the Doctor and hugged him tightly. "When I heard that heavenly noise, I knew, just knew it was the TARDIS!"

The Doctor just stood there and let himself be hugged. "Hi! Yes, hello, do I know you?" he asked politely as Crowley stared at him incredulously.

"It's me!" he replied defiantly. "Me! Crow-" he looked hesitantly at Sam and Cas and back to the Doctor. But it was the Doctor! His old friend! "Canton! Canton Everett Delaware III!" The Doctor racked his brain for a name, and Sam and Cas looked at each other.

"Canton. . . .Canton . . . .Nope." the Doctor pressed his lips together, Crowley looked absolutely crestfallen. "But don't worry! It's okay that you know me but I don't know you! I don't meet people in the right order." He said cheerfully. "I'm sure we'll meet soon."

"Huh?" Sam scratched his head. Time travel. Sucks.

"It's hard to explain-time travel is like-" the Doctor tried.

"A big ball of timey wimey stuff." Crowley finished and the Doctor smiled at him. "Man, you look exactly the same as I first met you. . . ." he looked at the TARDIS with fondness. "Is Amy in there?" he asked excitedly.

The Doctor beamed and snapped his fingers, the wooden doors swung wide open. Dean tumbled out comically; Amy poked her head curiously threw the doors. Gabriel remained seated watching TV.

"Crowley!" Dean grunted as he brushed himself off. "Give me a reason not to shoot your pompous ass!"

Crowley huffed and walked right up to Amy and bear hugged her. "It's good to see you, Amy! Same as ever! Bit younger though."

Amy smiled nervously and glanced at the Doctor. "Uhhh, who is this guy? And why is he hugging me?"

"Get off of her!" both brothers hissed protectively.

"Ohh, get bent!" Crowley replied with a smirk. "Can't you see I'm a bit busy with friends?"

"Amy, this is Canton. We're friends! Well, we're gonna be friends in the future!" the Doctor said giddily. "Yay! New friends! Love a good, clever friend!" Amy looked a bit unsure, but trusted him and smiled. "Hey, Canton. I've noticed that they call you 'Crowley' and your accent goes back and forth. Why?"

Canton looked shyly away. "It's a long story, Doctor." He blushed slightly. "Is River in there too?" he perked up.

The Doctor raised his eyebrow. "River? You know River Song too? You must be a very good friend!" he shook his head. "No, I don't know where she is. Probably in jail or robbing a star." He shrugged.

"I'd hate to interrupt family time." Dean cut in. "But we have stuff to discuss. Like Crowley." He spat. "What the hell-"

"No! No, no, wait!" the Doctor piped in. "Before we get into that. . . Canton big question! No, important question! Do I still wear bow ties when we meet?" he asked nervously while playing with his bow tie.

Canton laughed hesitantly. "Spoilers, but yeah! Sadly." He added and Amy snorted. "By the way, Amy, I never got to tell you; sorry I shot you." He said sheepishly but sincerely.

Amy stared at him in horror and surprise. "You shot me!" she screeched, making Canton flinch. "Doctor! He shot me!"

"No! No, Canton! Spoilers!" the Doctor scolded nonchalantly.

"That's all you've got to say?" Amy screamed, making the alien jump. "Spoilers'? I'm gonna-'"

"Oh, calm down, Pond! I'll probably do something brilliant and save your life." The Doctor waved her off.

"Oh, I missed this." Crowley smiled from his memories.

"Hate to break up this lover's quarrel, but what are we gonna do about the Weeping Angels?" Sam asked and Dean concurred, Cas remained silent. "I mean-"

"Look, I said they will leave. I promised. I told you, wrinkles if you worry!" the Doctor replied. He turned to Crowley. "Hey friend, want to do me a favor?" Crowley nodded happily and Doctor whispered something in his ear.

"What if they don't leave? Just in case." Cas said.

The Doctor scowled and whispered something else. "Okay?"

"Consider it done." Crowley said smugly.

"Well, I think it's time to go." He turned to his friends. "It's been nice meeting you! If you ever have an alien problem. . . .find my number. Then call." He winked.

Sam looked at the Doctor amicably. "It's been, uhhh, weird but fun, Doctor. Hopefully we'll meet again." He shook his hand, which the Doctor shook vigorously.

The Doctor smiled graciously and looked at the younger Winchester up and down.". . . .Has anyone told you, you're tall like a moose?" he frowned and got a Sam Winchester bitch face in return. "Other than that. . . .take care, Winchester. Just remember," he looked into Sam's eyes. "Just say 'No' and everything will be fine." He smiled sadly.

"So, Amy. When you're done travelling with ET, look me up." Dean flashed her a dazzling smile.

"In your dreams, lover boy." Amy scoffed. "But be safe, okay? Looks can only save you so many times. Because of your massive ego, and dumb comments, sarcastic-" Amy stopped and smiled at him. "Just be safe." She said seriously.

"Never am." He replied with a wink. "And if you ever need someone to shut up Mr. Alien Bow Tie Man . . . ."

Amy laughed. "Will do."

"Oi! Sally Sparrow! Get out of my sexy ship!" the Doctor shouted.

"Wait! I'm watching something!" Gabriel whined.

"Now!"

"Fine!" Gabriel grumbled in a flutter of wings. He grudgingly stood next to Cas, who patted his shoulder.

"I look forward to meeting you, Canton Everett Delaware III!" the Doctor's eyes shone brightly, as did Crowley's. "It's been nice catching up and meeting you. . . .in that order!" he laughed, the two friends smiled wildly. "But, Canton. Is there something you're not telling me about yourself?" he asked unsurely. He studied Crowley slowly, taking in every detail. "Because you seem-different. Like a-" the Doctor stopped when Crowley turned away, ashamed to look him in the eye. "Oh, never mind! I meddle too much! To our long, future friendship! "

"Yeah. . . ."Crowley replied, his excitement dismounting. "Listen Doc, about the future-"

"No! No! No! Canton! What have I told you! I don't want to know! Spoilers!" the Doctor replied madly.

"But, it's important! You're gonna-" Crowley persisted.

"No! No! Stop! Stop! La la la la la la la la la la la!" the Doctor hummed loudly as he clapped his hands over his ears, trying to block out Crowley's resilience.

Crowley pulled the Doctor's hands away and looked him into the eye. "Doctor, please. . . ."

"Canton, we cannot change history. Time cannot be rewritten." He said softly. "Let time play itself out. Everything will be okay."

Crowley sighed. "Okay. . . .okay. But I have a message. 'Silence Will Fall'." He said gravely.

Panic, fear, and excitement passed through his face in a second. The Doctor remained passive, and smiled warmly at his new and old friends. He smiled and grabbed Amy's hand and led her to the doors of his ship. "Come along, Pond!"

Dean noticed that Gabriel said something to Cas and Gabriel giggled, Cas remained Cas."What are you two whispering about?" he grunted.

Sam strained his ears to hear. "I don't understand. Must be in enochian." He mumbled to Dean. Gabriel sniggered even louder.

The Doctor whipped his head around and held his bow tie. "No, it's not. It's cool!" he huffed, and promptly marched into the TARIDS.

Before the doors swung shut one last time before the group, Amy poked her head out the door. "Bye, guys." And she gave them a lingering smile one last time.

And the doors shut.

And the engines ground together.

No, the brakes were screeching in protest.

And the blue box faded into nothing.

"I've always hated that sound." Crowley said out loud. "Means he's leaving."

"But it also means he was here." Gabriel added.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Crowley appeared in the Weeping Angel infest crypt, unafraid. He faced far worse things than a stone statue. Crowley sighed and took a sip of his scotch and closed his eyes for a couple seconds. He opened them to find himself surrounded by every Weeping Angels. They were still weeping.

He smiled at them. "Hello, boys. I have a message from the Doctor. . . . . 'RUN'." He spoke with authority. His eyes closed for a few seconds but the Angels have not moved. But now, they wore scowls and vicious faces in place of hands. Countless extended claws were reaching for Crowley. "Hello again, darlings." He spoke calmly as he downed the rest of his drink. "See, he also sends a second message . . . . 'Don't make me come back and lecture you'." Crowley smirked as his eyes closed for a second or two, to find him alone in an empty crypt. All the Weeping Angels have disappeared. He chuckled nervously to himself. "Nobody likes to hear the Doctor ramble. . . .or was it mad?" then Crowley vanished instantly.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

"What was that all about?" Amy questioned the Doctor. "With Canton?"

"I told him how to get rid of the Weeping Angels." He pressed some buttons on the consol.

"What'd you find in the crypt?" Amy asked.

The Doctor was quiet for a moment before lively pulling levers. "Some lovely Angels." Amy looked at him suspiciously. "What? Nothing else, Pond! Just some more dust and dead people!" he snapped.

Amy glared at him then shrugged as she held up her new blender triumphantly.

The Doctor barely glanced at it. "What is that, Pond? A blender?" he said absent mindedly as he stroked his ship lovingly.

"Find then. Don't tell me what you found." Amy declared. "But I'll tell you what I found."

"Hm?" the Doctor didn't mind Amy and her weird tendencies.

"Bow ties."

The Doctor's head snapped up, then he heard the agonizing shred of fabric and the hum of the blender. "Ahhhh! My bow ties!" he cried as he snatched the blender away. "Amelia Pond!"

The TARDIS continued to wiz through space, onto their next big adventure.

Some place with rocks.

And ancient graffiti.

That's where the Doctor wanted to go.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Gabriel and Cas flew off, leaving the Winchesters alone.

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?" Dean replied.

"Maybe if we kill Lucifer, Amy will come back and kiss you." Sam smirked.

"Shut up, Sammy." Dean grunted.

"Hello, boys."

"Where the hell were you? You just disappeared!" demanded Dean.

"Relax, Doctor's orders." Crowley replied.

"Are they gone?" Sam asked nervously.

"Ran like bats outta hell." Crowley smirked.

Dean nudged Sam, and looked at Crowley. "Can I call you Canton?"

"Bloody no! It's Crowley to you, lot!" he growled.

"Okay, cutie pie. Whatver." Dean rolled his eyes. "So what now?"

"I go off and find Pestilence. You have War and Famine's purity rings?" Crowley asked and Dean nodded. "I'm gonna go find Pestilence's boy toy." Crowley vanished.

It was back to business.

Back to the impending apocalypse.