VWORP! VWORP! The Doctor smiled like a giddy school boy. "What are you so happy about?" Amy asked, brows raised. "Yeah….If you hadn't noticed, we almost died back there! Again!" Rory added as he fixed his skewed jacket. The Doctor turned, his smile still spread from ear to ear. "I know! I was there!" Amy smiled; she was well adjusted to The Doctor's childish antics. Rory, on the other hand, frowned, but chose not to encourage him. "Well, where are we going now?" He sighed. The Doctor whirled back to prod the TARDIS console. "I haven't the slightest idea." He mumbled, studying one of the displays.

"Alright…. When will you have an ide-" "We're in America!" The Doctor announced, cutting Rory off. "Seattle, Washington to be exact!" Amy gave The Doctor a questioning look, "Why're we going to America?" "Well, She…." He glanced fondly into the TARDIS' rafters, "Thinks we can help someone here…." "At least it's America…. Bad things don't happen here." Rory said. Then he gave The Doctor an accusing look, "At least, not your type of bad." "Ahh….." The Doctor said after a while, neither dispelling the statement nor confirming it. He didn't say a word, but walked to, and opened the door in one fluid motion.

His wide smile slipped into a pout as he was met with the typical gloomy, Washington weather. He stepped out into the alleyway that the TARDIS had parked them in, and started to feel the fat raindrops fall on his head. "You might want to grab an umbrella….." The Doctor shouted over his shoulder to the Ponds. "Alright!" He heard Amy's muffled voice respond from deep in the TARDIS. The Doctor wandered further down the alley, away from his friends. "Who are you?" A gruff voice demanded from the shadows. "You're not human." It growled. The Doctor cleared his throat, "I'm The Doctor." He squinted, making out a dark figure further down the alley. "Who might you be?" The figure stepped out of the dark, his face cut up pretty badly. His long, khaki trench coat and white dress shirt were splattered with blood. His black hair was slicked down, due to him being soaked by the weather, too. His icy blue eyes were narrowed and he bore a scowl. His right hand was hidden inside his trench coat, but The Doctor could tell he had a weapon at the ready.

"My name is Castiel." Castiel snarled, wary of any attack this stranger might impose. The Doctor smiled, and raised his hands to show that he was no threat. "What are you?" He asked, "You can't be a human if you figured that I wasn't one, that quickly…." "I'm an Angel." Castiel said, putting his blade away, having decided that The Doctor had good intentions. "Ooh!" The Doctor exclaimed, "I've met Angels before! Except…. They weren't made of flesh and blood like you…. And they were much meaner." "I am not made of flesh and blood." Castiel informed him, "This is merely a vessel." The Doctor nodded, "Of course. Of course. Well, I'm a Time Lord or Galifreyian in case you were still wondering."

Castiel nods, seemingly unphased by The Doctor's remark. "What are you doing here, Castiel?" The Doctor asks as Amy and Rory join them. The Angel looked into The Doctor's eyes in a way that gave The Doctor shivers, "I need your help."