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Post by Chiyaa on Jan 14, 2012 14:02:27 GMT -8
When the TARDIS comes to rest after a very long trip and the Doctor steps outside, anticipating the cool, familiar air of London, he is very much surprised. It's hot and sticky and the sky is filmed over by a brown haze. He stares up at the filmy sky for a moment, and then turns to survey his surroundings.
He's in a cemetery, yes, like he'd intended to be, but... this doesn't really look like Highgate, and it's much too hot, even for July. He turns some more, and realizes his mistake: he's not in London at all. He's not even in Europe. This is New York City.
Why is he here?
The TARDIS must have a reason. It always has a reason for everything, and the more egregious the error the less likely it's his; there must be something here that he can fix.
So the Doctor heads off across the rolling hills among the headstones, glancing absently at some of the names as he passes. There has to be a groundskeeper, or mourners, or someone he can ask. See if there have been strange goings-on. Find out what it is the TARDIS wants him to do. There's got to be someone here who'll be willing to talk to him. He's a Doctor, after all.
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Post by Brown Bear on Jan 14, 2012 14:18:09 GMT -8
As much as Dean just loved to do things on his own, digging up bones to salt and burn them, was not one of them. It was a two man job! He found that out the hard way when he tried once, when it was dark and raining. It was horrible.
Words were muttered under his breath. Things like 'I can't believe this' and 'Sam's got it coming', because seriously this was torture. Okay, maybe not torture, since he knew what that was like and this was running through a field of flowers compared to that.
All Sam did was hand him a shovel and pointed him in the direction of the cemetery and went back to the house the spirit was haunting, to try and stop anyone else from getting killed. He didn't even tell him where the grave was, for crying out loud!
But at long last, the older Winchester found the grave. Removing his leather jacket and tossing it to the side, Dean looked around for a moment and then started the long process of digging. |
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Post by Chiyaa on Jan 14, 2012 14:25:36 GMT -8
The Doctor is only about eighty percent solid on acceptable 21st-century American customs, but he's almost certain that digging up a grave on the hottest, stickiest day of July is not among them. Which means that that figure in the distance, working furiously and muttering obscenities that the Doctor can hear even from this distance, is one of three things: a worker, a robber, or... something else.
His hand closes on his screwdriver, hidden inside his jacket, and he approaches the man, who is attacking the grave with a single-minded intensity. There's a can of petrol on the ground beside him, and the Doctor's now pretty sure this guy is not a robber or a worker.
He walks up behind the man cautiously, not entirely sure what he should do. He might attack if disturbed, as he's obviously doing something he shouldn't; but at the same time, the Doctor's here to look specifically for strange things happening in the graveyard.
If this doesn't count as strange, the Doctor doesn't know what does.
Okay, yeah, he does, but that's not the point. So he waves his hand, trying to catch the other's attention.
"Hello...!"
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Post by Brown Bear on Jan 14, 2012 14:40:21 GMT -8
Dean knew doing this during the day could have its consequences, but the dire need to get rid of the spirit rose above the rest, even if it meant probably getting arrested. Wouldn't be the first time, though it would makes things even more complicated, since the law thinks he's dead.
He didn't get that deep before he heard the voice. Vibrant green eyes widening as he spun around. The hunter kept a tight grip on the shovel with one hand, while the other twitched at his side between the demon killing knife in his front pocket and his colt in the back pocket.
Looks like his was caught. But by who? Dean looked the man up and down, then to his face. Could be a regular human or a demon, or something completely different. His jaw tensed as he stood his ground.
"Who the hell are you?" |
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Post by Chiyaa on Jan 14, 2012 14:52:25 GMT -8
The Doctor steps back when the stranger rounds on him, holding up his hands in a placating gesture.
"Now, there's no need to be rude," he says, in his best Stern Voice, looking the man up and down. He's tall, close to the Doctor's height, dressed in a t-shirt and ratty jeans. There's a leather jacket slung over the headstone next to him, and the Doctor has to appreciate his taste in coats, at any rate. More interesting than that, though, is the gold charm around his neck. It's not just a flashy piece of jewelry. Someone up the Doctor's alley, then?
He gives the man a cheerful grin. "I'm the Doctor," he says. "I'm here looking for... someone. You haven't seen anything strange around here, have you? Well, stranger than this. People vanishing? Or behaving differently than normal? You seem like the type to notice things. I like that. Noticing."
He realizes he's rambling and shuts up, hands still in the air, hoping the gravedigger is going to hear him out before impaling him with that shovel.
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Post by Brown Bear on Jan 14, 2012 15:09:26 GMT -8
Dean raised a single brow, watching the man cautiously. He drove the shovel down roughly into the dirt so it could stand on its own as he dusted his hands off.
"The Doctor? Doctor who?" His brows furrowed as he leaned over some, placing most of his weight on his right foot. When the description of supernatural activity came into play, Dean couldn't help but scowl. How did this guy know about that stuff? Was he a hunter also? Well whatever he was, he knew more then the average person did.
"Look man, I don't have time for chatting right now. I can't believe I'm explaining myself," the last part was muttered lowly to himself.
"My brother's currently dealing with an angry spirit and unless I salt and burn the bones, its going to Sam into a shish-kabob." Dean took ahold of the shovel once more and started to dig again, this time not turning his back on the other. |
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Post by Chiyaa on Jan 14, 2012 15:16:03 GMT -8
Now that is interesting. The Doctor was expecting a lame excuse, or maybe a very good excuse. But this man is telling him the truth, right up front. Spirits? Burning the bones? These sound like old witchcraft practices to him, but then, the Doctor deals with sweeping battles across time and space and someone has to defend the earth and its people when he's not around.
The Doctor's been a bit lonely lately. He could always do with some help, and it'd be nice to have a Companion that actually knew how to fight things straight off the bat...
He watches the other man dig for a moment more, and then tilts his head to one side.
"What kind of spirit?" he asks. "'Cos the TARDIS wouldn't have brought me here if it thought it could be handled by someone else. It's very smart like that," he adds, nodding. "Are you sure the thing you and, er, Sam, are fighting is what you think it is?"
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Post by Brown Bear on Jan 14, 2012 15:36:14 GMT -8
Dean's movement paused for a moment as he looked back up at the man. The 'Doctor'. Whatever. If this day couldn't get any more weird, he thought.
"What's a TARDIS?" And believe you me, he would have just left it at that if it wasn't for the further comments from him. Dean frowned deeply as he glared at the other.
"Of course it is! Why else would I be out here in the middle of the day, sweating my ass off trying to dig up this grave? We've done our research. To get rid of the spirit, you have to burn the remains. I know exactly what I'm doing."
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Post by Chiyaa on Jan 15, 2012 15:47:46 GMT -8
"All right, all right," the Doctor says, noting the man's offense at his questioning. "You're probably right, of course. Hey! you're the expert." He shrugs, and sticks his hands into his pockets. Suddenly he feels foolish. What if the fact that he met a monster hunter really was a coincidence, and the TARDIS has put him here for another reason entirely? Or worse, what if he really did end up in America by his own mistake?
The Doctor believes in coincidences... just not around him. He's been around for a very, very long time.
"So my mistake," he says, after a moment. "You're right. This thing is going to be gone as soon as you burn its remains. Poof! Vanished, just like that. Is there anything else weird that's happened lately? Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary even by your standards? No earth-shattering events?"
He pauses once again, and then adds, "you still haven't told me your name, you know."
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Post by Brown Bear on Jan 15, 2012 19:05:08 GMT -8
Dean worked as quickly as he could, without straining himself that is, to get this grave dug up even with the slight distraction. Luckily, the grave wasn't that deep.
He remained silent during his work now, scoffing and rolling his eyes in response. Once the top of the coffin was pulled back, the hunter climbed out of the grave and proceeded to coat the skeleton with salt and gasoline. Dean spared the Doctor a glance as he pulled a flimsy lighter from his pocket.
"Earth-shattering events? Well if you count the Apocalypse and the rise of the devil himself, then yeah, that's pretty earth shattering," he groused, tossing the lit lighter into the grave, watching the remains burn. After that he flipped out his cell, phoning his brother to confirm the spirit sizzling up. Once that was done, he promptly closed his phone, slipping it back into his pocket.
"Name's Dean." And he left it at that. |
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Post by Chiyaa on Jan 16, 2012 12:46:43 GMT -8
Oh. Oh.
The Apocalypse. Well, then. That certainly explained everything nicely.
The Doctor has dealt with many things. He's seen Daleks and Cybermen and zombies and the end of the world--literally. The year five billion. Boom.
Which means that Apocalypse Now is going to be stopped. It has to be stopped.
Well, he's done more difficult things. And hadn't the Apocalypse happened before? Some place called Taddy Field, or something? Well, if it had been prevented once, it could be prevented again.
"Hallo, Dean," the Doctor says, taking a step back as the petrol-soaked bones go up in vivid-yellow flames. "Nice to meet you. The Apocalypse. Really! Well, you've been very helpful. Brilliant. Fantastic. I don't suppose you'd like some help?" he adds hopefully, with a wide, cheesy grin. "I do love doing the impossible, you know. It's my job, actually."
He pulls the Slightly Psychic Paper from his upper coat pocket and waves it in front of Dean. "You see? Looks like you could use some help. Mind if I join in?"
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Post by Brown Bear on Jan 16, 2012 13:11:25 GMT -8
Usually when people hear that it might possibly be the end of the world, they'd call him crazy and immediately leave, but this guy isn't just not calling him crazy. He's even asking to help. Even other hunters were now starting to get fidgety with that kind of information but here the Doctor is, smiling.
"You," Dean started. "You want to help stop the Apocalypse?"
A skeptical expression appeared in his face as he stared at the man. Maybe this was some big joke. Dean side glanced to his bag, spotting the silver flask that held the holy water. Looking back, he raised a hand to rub at his face.
He feigned a cough, "Christo." Then followed up by clearing his throat. Smooth, really smooth. But none-the-less, he kept his eyes trained on the Doctor for any sort of flinch. |
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Post by Chiyaa on Jan 17, 2012 18:17:53 GMT -8
"Bless you," says the Doctor, when Dean coughs, and then realizes that Dean's said something.
"Christo. Latin for Christ, isn't it? It's a test, isn't it? To see if I know my stuff, right? Well? Did I pass?" The Doctor's grin widens. "I really do have a lot of experience. Years of it. Decades, even."
He shrugs, pulls his hands from his pockets, shoves them back in again. This standoffish man is incredibly intriguing to him, but he also doesn't seem to like the Doctor all that much; the Doctor's going to have to prove to this man that he is actually a sane and responsible adult (something he can't do with the help of the Slightly Psychic Paper).
"It's all right," the Doctor continues. "I really do know what I'm doing. Mostly. A bit. Sometimes." Then he realizes he's not helping himself, and shuts up, and grins helplessly at Dean.
He really hopes he's not making an utter fool of himself.
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Post by Brown Bear on Jan 22, 2012 8:14:42 GMT -8
So Christo had no affect on the man, so he ruled demon out. It still didn't allow Dean to let his guard down. Hell, he hardly ever let his guard down. Unless he was asleep, but even then he'd have a knife and a gun stored under his pillow just in case.
There were plenty of other things this man could be, but this one had to be a smart one. A skinwalker, for one. Trying to weasel his way close and gain whatever trust the Winchester had and then strike when he had the chance. Just the idea of him not striking now puzzled him to no end.
"Experience, huh? With killing the supernatural?" Dean returned the items he used to burn the remains to the bag, depositing the shovel last. He kneeled and zipped the bag up before standing.
"Okay, I'll be the judge of that. How do you kill a windigo and a vampire? How do you trap a demon? What metal can you use against ghosts?"
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