A/N: Superwholock! Well, just superwho in this chapter, anyway, Dean and Cas in a relationship and Sam and Gabriel in a relationship. Hints of Ten and Martha and Jack just flirts with everyone. Ten, Martha and Jack because I thought that they should have travelled for a little bit together and they are all awesome. Sorry for OCness but it is kinda necessary. Oh, and sorry if my Britishness slightly changes the Kansas feel. Please tell me if it does!
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Not again
Boxes in motel rooms
Dean sat; listening to Metallica and Sam was out, getting food. It had been a long day; what with a pair of pissed off vengeful spirits wreaking havoc on the outskirts of Lawrence, Kansas which had been far too close to home for the brothers. Both feeling empty, they had actually gone to the house but they hadn't had the courage to enter. They had been intending on a peaceful evening, when there was a thunderous grating noise just as Sam walked through the door. He dropped the bag of food and pulled a gun from his pocket as Dean drew a knife from his shoe and his own shotgun. Without thinking about it, Dean prayed to Castiel and the angel appeared next him in rustle of feathers.
"What the hell is it?" he asked.
"I am unsure," replied Cas. "In all my existence, I have never seen anything materialize in that manner."
"You better get your blade out, Cas. Knowing our luck, it will probably be dangerous," Sam said, altering his hold on the gun. Cas' angel blade appeared in his hand as a man in a blue pinstriped suit and red converse walked backwards out of the box, talking.
"And this is the beautiful planet of Aggarino. Home to the beneficial and wise-" He was cut off as Sam pressed his gun to the back of the man's head. A dark-skinned woman and a second (rather good-looking) man walked out of the box and before they knew what was happening, Dean's gun was at the second man's head and Cas had his blade at the woman's throat.
"Um…okay," said the man in the suit. "This isn't Aggarino."
"No," hissed Sam. "This is a motel room in Kansas. Who are you, what are you and what do you want?"
"I'm Martha Jones," the woman said. "This is Captain Jack Harkness and that's the Doctor." The man that Dean had hostage, Captain Jack, smiled flirtatiously at him and he recoiled.
"Hello. And who are you?"
"Stop it," complained the Doctor. "They're holding us at gunpoint and you're flirting? Anyway, I think you may have some competition, Jack." Castiel was glaring murderously at Jack and Dean waved his free hand.
"Calm down, Cas."
"As for what we are, I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey; Martha's a human girl from London 21st century and Jack's an immortal time traveller from, what? 52nd century?" Jack nodded. The hunters and Cas looked utterly perplexed.
"We don't want anything. Except maybe for you to stop threatening to kill us and your names," said the Doctor calmly. Nobody lowered their weapons but Cas said,
"This is Dean and Sam Winchester and I am Castiel."
"Castiel? Interesting name. Where are you from?" asked the Doctor.
"Heaven. I am an angel of the Lord." Martha's eyes widened and she gasped,
"I'm being held captive by an angel?" Dean rolled his eyes and lowered his gun. Sam and Cas did the same.
"No, no, no. Wait. I've been around for over 900 years, travelling the universe and I've never heard tales with actual evidence of angels' existence. Never. "
"And I've existed since before Lucifer rebelled and I've never met a Time Lord or heard of this planet Gallifrey."
"We've seen and killed or defeated just about type every of spirit, demon or monster possible and yet no mention of Time Lords or immortal time travellers. What do you mean, immortal, anyway?" said Dean, walking over to stand with Sam and Castiel.
"Shoot me," invited Jack. Sam frowned but Dean took up the request. He shot him straight in the heart and Jack fell to the ground, dead. Sam looked horrified but not a moment later, Jack gasped and sat bolt upright again.
"Ah. Immortal," Dean said. Jack nodded and got to his feet. Dean and Cas sat back on the bed and Sam returned to his computer. The three travellers continued to stand until Sam said,
"You can sit down. We won't try to kill you again."
"Why not?" asked the Doctor, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"There is no lie in your stories and you are not trying to harm us. We have no reason to harm you," said Cas. Martha walked to the window and gazed out into the blackness of the night whilst Jack sat on the floor next to the Doctor.
"Why Kansas? And why a motel room?" he asked. Sam looked up from his computer.
"We were on a job near Lawrence. And we move around a lot so… we don't have a home anymore. Unless you count the Impala." The Doctor nodded. He seemed to understand their predicament.
"Did you have a home?" he asked.
"Yeah," Dean said his voice low and gravelly. "A house in Lawrence but we left when we were very small."
"Why?" Jack asked.
"Bad stuff happened," said Sam shortly.
"The Winchesters do not talk about these events," Cas said, snaking his arm around Dean who relaxed into the embrace.
"Okay." Suddenly, Martha jerked back from the window and picked up Sam's gun that lay next to her. She shot six bullets, all flying in different directions. One hit Captain Jack straight through the head and he collapsed.
"Martha!" yelled the Doctor but Dean recognised the black eyes.
"Demonic possession!" Before he could grab the vial of holy water he always carried, a bullet struck him in the side and he fell to his knees. Cas leapt to his side.
"DEAN!" Blood was pounding through Dean's head and tears of agony blurred his vision. The bullet must have hit something vital because he could feel his grip on life weakening but not enough to prevent him from seeing his little brother fall, one hand to his chest, the other to his abdomen.
"Finally," hissed the demon. "The mighty Winchesters fall." Castiel's eyes glowed with murderous rage and light shone in the palm of his hand. He slammed it against the demon and the white light filled the room. As it died down, Martha collapsed and the Doctor caught her.
"What did you do?" His rage was thinly veiled.
"I banished the demon. She will be fine in a few moments." Cas wasted no time in rushing over to Dean and grabbing his lover's hand. "Dean?! Speak to me!" His eyelids fluttered open and he sighed happily. Reaching up and stroking Cas' cheek clumsily, he said,
"I love you, Cas. Never forget that. Look…look after my little Sammy, please."
"No. You are not going to die, Dean Winchester. I forbid it." Meanwhile, Sam was praying one last time to Gabriel.
"Gabe, I just wanted to say, I love you. Last chance I'm gonna get to say it, probably, so yeah. Love you…" But before he had finished his sentence, there was a flutter of wings and Gabriel landed next to him.
"Sammy! What happened?"
"Shot," said Dean weakly. Gabriel looked sharply at Cas and he nodded. The angels touched the Winchesters' foreheads and the boys breathed in quickly. Their eyes rolled back in their heads and the Winchesters' breathing levelled out. The angels stood and Gabriel looked quizzically at the Doctor who was cradling Martha.
"What happened?"
"Martha here was possessed by a demon and it shot them."
"So, my Sammy almost died and I can only blame it on a piece of Hell vermin. Where is it now?" fumed Gabriel.
"Hell," replied Cas. "I banished it." Gabriel nodded as Jack gasped and sat up.
"Who shot me this time?"
"Martha," the Doctor said.
"Never knew she disliked me."
"No, no," said the Doctor. "She was possessed. By a demon?" Cas nodded and Gabriel prodded Captain Jack's arm.
"How are you alive? You were dead."
"Who's this?" asked Jack.
"My boyfriend, Gabriel. He's an angel too," said Sam, sitting up. Immediately forgetting Jack, Gabriel rushed over to Sam.
"Sammy! You okay?"
"All thanks to you, I'm perfectly fine. Not even a headache." Gabriel smiled and Castiel sat down next to Dean who was also just waking up.
"Are you okay, Dean?"
"I'm fine, Cas. Thanks to you." Cas smiled and all of them looked over as Martha groaned and opened her eyes.
"What happened?"
"What do you remember?" asked the Doctor, gently.
"Looking out of the window, then… nothing."
"You were possessed," explained Sam. "By a demon and you shot Jack, Dean and me."
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Martha looked terribly apologetic.
"Do not take the Lord's name in vain," said Castiel and Gabriel. Martha looked slightly taken aback and so Dean explained,
"Angels get touchy about that sort of thing. Oh, sorry, that's Gabriel. He's an archangel and Sam's boyfriend." Gabriel rolled his eyes and put his arm around Sam as Cas returned to his original stance next to Dean.
"Anyway, yes, we're fine. Angels can heal people with their Grace and so they healed us. And, of course, Jack's fine," said Sam dismissively. Martha tried to stand but her legs gave out and the Doctor caught her.
"Whoa… worlds spinning."
"You should rest," Gabriel said. "Possession can leave you exhausted." Martha nodded and the Doctor laid her down on Sam's bed. "You guys can stay here tonight. Sam and I will go next door."
"Dean and I will be across the hall should you need us." And with that, the angels vanished, taking their hunters with them.
"Weird," Captain Jack said, as he lay down to sleep.