Fandom: Superwho (Doctor Who/Supernatural)
Characters: The Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester, Castiel
Pairing?: None (as of yet)
Summary: SuperWho episode one: The Doctor and Donna follow a massive energy surge to early 21st century America, where they stumble on the Winchester brothers and discover that an old friend of the Doctor's is in some serious trouble...
Notes: THIS IS ME, JUMPING ON THE SUPERWHO BANDWAGON. I have a sort of nebulous season of these forming shape in my head of which is is the first episode; I'm serialising them on my tumblr, but that site isn't good for some people's internet connections, so I'm also posting them here as I finish each episode. :'D Imagine each image+dialogue combo as part of a scene in an episode, and you're golden.
Warnings: BE WARNED FIRST OF ALL THAT THIS IS AN IMAGE-HEAVY POST, NOT DIAL-UP FRIENDLY. Other than that, spoilers for the end of season 6 of Supernatural; questionable blending of the physics and mythologies of the two series together; unashamed fix-it for the s6 finale; shamelessly self-indulgent writing.
DONNA: Doctor, what’s the matter with the TARDIS? She’s making all these funny— [Suddenly, a crash sounds through the TARDIS and it begins to shake alarmingly, forcing its passengers to grab onto the console] Doctor, what the hell is going on?!
DOCTOR: I dunno, it’s like we suddenly lost control for no reason, like there’s some sort of turbule— [Another crash forces him to stop speaking, throwing him back into the pilot’s seat] Donna, hold down that red lever there!
DONNA: Which red lever?!
DOCTOR: The one on your left! No, Donna, your other left!
DONNA: Well, I’m sorry if there’s more than one bloody lever on my left, spaceman!
DOCTOR: [Dragging himself up to look at the console screen] … I don’t. I don’t get it, whatever’s causing this it’s - it’s huge, it’s some sort of massive surge of energy, this sort of thing usually only happens when someone’s being stupid enough to mess around with opening the Rift—
DONNA: So what are we gonna do?
DOCTOR: Follow it of course!
DONNA: Oh, of course, anyone else’d be running away from it and we’re jumping straight in there!
DOCTOR: Trouble’s our business, Donna, and isn’t your life more exciting because of it? Allon-sy!
DOCTOR: … Ah.
DEAN: Stop right the hell there and tell me who you are.
DOCTOR: Oh, guns, really? Can’t you think of anything more impressive? I’m not impressed, are you impressed, Donna?
DEAN: Cut the crap! Come on, what are you? Demons? Witches?
DONNA: Oi! Excuse me, sunshine, but neither of us are whats, not for anyone! Besides, have you ever seen a demon or a witch riding around in a bloody police box? I’m Donna. Donna Noble, and this is the Doctor. Now stop pointing them guns at us and let him explain what’s what or I’ll smack both of your pretty boy faces, you got that?!
DOCTOR: I think you’d better do what she says, don’t you?
SAM: [Lowering his gun slightly] Dean, maybe he’s right. I mean, that box just… appeared out of thin air, but I swear I heard engines.
DONNA: Of course you heard engines, she’s a time machine!
DEAN: We don’t have time for this, Sam. You two have got five minutes, now talk.
DOCTOR: Yes, right, okay then! Donna’s right, by the way, that’s a time machine,my time machine, and we landed here following some sort of giant energy explosion, mustn’t have been too far from here. Maybe… ooo, fifty miles at the most? Whatever it was reached right into the Time Vortex, I mean, this thing must be massive! So it’s important that we find whatever did it and stop it before the whole planet goes up in smoke.
[Sam and Dean exchange looks]
DEAN: If you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about, you’re a little late for someone in a time machine. That happened over a month ago.
DOCTOR: … oh. Oh, I screwed up the landing again, didn’t I…
DONNA: You idiot.
BOBBY: Well, I tested everythin’ on ‘em, and they ain’t no demon, shapeshifter or anythin’ else we know. They’re either tellin’ the truth or just plain crazy, but since I’ve got a box sittin’ in my yard that wasn’t there before, I’m guessin’ it’s the truth.
DONNA: We’re right here, you know!
SAM: I know, sorry. It’s just - a lot of stuff happened before you showed up, and we can’t be too careful these days.
DONNA: What, and a big strong bloke like you’s got to be scared of people like me and the alien thin enough to give papercuts over there?
DOCTOR: [reading in the corner] Has anyone ever told you that what’s written in this book is wrong?
BOBBY: Run that by me again?
DOCTOR: Your book’s calling them werewolves but actually, they’re lupine wavelength haemovariforms. Come from a planet thousands of light years away originally, beautiful things. Well, beautiful and deadly. The ones you lot hunt, that keep a mostly human shape during the full moon, they’re just the first stage, or well, a sort of weaker form of the real thing that’s adapted to life on Earth. Now that’s camouflage!
BOBBY: You wanna say that again in English?
DONNA: Don’t mind him, he’s keeping score. [to the DOCTOR] You’re being rude again.
SAM: So, uh. Doctor, was it? You said you were following the thing that happened with Purgatory?
DONNA: Hang on, Purgatory? You mean, Heaven, Hell and Purgatory Purgatory? The actual Purgatory?
SAM: Uh… yeah.
DOCTOR: Hang on a minute, are you saying that someone actually opened up Purgatory and that’s what all that energy was from?
SAM: Yeah. It’s… kinda a long story.
DOCTOR: Well, let’s hear it. I can help you, Sam, and your brother, and whatever’s going on here, I promise. But you have to tell me everything.
DONNA: Alright then, Doctor, what is it?
DONNA: You’re wearing that face again, the one you make whenever someone’s said something you don’t like but you don’t wanna say anything.
DOCTOR: Donna, someone opened the doors to Purgatory and turned into a vengeful god, of course I don’t like it.
DONNA: No, but it’s more than that. The angel that did it - Cassiel or whatever his name was—
DONNA: Right, yeah, him - when Sam said his name earlier you made a face like you knew who he was talking about.
DOCTOR: I do. He’s an old friend.
[Meanwhile, in the next room:]
DEAN: So this is how it is, huh, he asks and you just lay it all out on the table.
SAM: Dean, he said he wanted to help.
DEAN: Oh, so you want us to ask for help off some jumped-up alien and his screechy sidekick?
SAM: I’m just saying, Dean, they seem genuine and we need all the help we can get.
DEAN: So we’re supposed to just trust them?
SAM: What other choice do we have? In case you haven’t noticed, it’s not looking too good for us here.
DEAN: Yeah well, not looking too good for us nothing, if you really want to work with this guy I want proof that he isn’t just gonna turn around and stab us all in the back. I mean, come on, Sam! He’s a time traveller and there isn’t any mention of him on the internet or anything?
SAM: To be fair, I mean, we’ve never actually had reason to look.
DEAN: Well, get looking. [As SAM walks off, DEAN calls him back] Hey Sam?
DEAN: … how’s that head of yours, really, I mean, I know this month’s not exactly been a picnic for you—
SAM: Dean, can we not talk about this now? Please?
DEAN: You’re supposed to be in a coma or something by now, man! Can you blame me for being worried that you’re suddenly gonna start having seizures or collapsing on me—
SAM: Yeah, well, I’m not. So stop worrying and let me research.
[SAM is sitting at a table in Bobby’s library, researching the DOCTOR and the TARDIS on his laptop with a frown on his face, subconsciously rubbing his temples with one hand. The Doctor wanders in eating a banana.]
DOCTOR: Hello there, Sam, what’s new?
SAM: Oh, uh, [Closes the laptop slightly] Nothing much, just a bit of research.
DOCTOR: Research about me? Oh, come on, you don’t need to look that surprised, I heard you and Dean chatting away earlier. Find anything interesting?
SAM: You don’t seem too cut up about it.
DOCTOR: Why would I be? You’re human, you’re curious, a mad alien with a big blue box and a Chiswick temp just landed on your doorstep, ‘course you’d want to know more about him. Especially with your background.
SAM: [Looking a bit taken aback] Oh. Right. … So did you actually go to that party with Agatha Christie?
DOCTOR: Oh, yes, she was brilliant! [Grins, before sobering up quickly.] Sam, can I ask you something and get a straight answer?
SAM: Depends what it is.
DOCTOR: Is there something wrong with your head? You’ve been making faces and putting a hand to it every so often ever since I got here, and sometimes you don’t even realise you’re doing it. Like now for instance.
SAM: How did you—
DOCTOR: I’m just very observant. That and if I stop blocking out all the latent psychic energy swirling around that giant brain of yours, you’re practically screaming at me. … Do you mind if I take a look?
SAM: What, like read my mind?
DOCTOR: Pretty much, yeah.
SAM: I dunno, Doctor. I mean, I only just met you, and me and Dean, we haven’t exactly got a great track record with the people we trust right away turning out to be on our side.
DOCTOR: But you trust me. I can see it in your eyes, it’s right there. Come on, just a quick peek. I won’t touch anything you don’t want to be touched or look at anything you don’t want me to look at, but I might be able to help.
SAM: [Sighs] Well, it’s probably a really bad idea, but… okay.
DOCTOR: [Dropping the banana and placing his hands on either side of SAM’S head] Okay, this won’t take long, I just need you to relax. If there’s anything, any memories that you don’t want me to see, just imagine a door and close it. I won’t look.
SAM: [Gasps, face screwing up in pain] Doctor—
DOCTOR: Oh. Oh, Sam, I am sorry, I am so sorry. You’ve had some real cowboys in here… I’ve never seen anything like it! I mean, you’ve been through Hell, and not just in the metaphorical sense of the word, and someone else has gone and — [He opens his eyes, staring at SAM in mixed horror and compassion] How have you not gone mad?
SAM: I’m not so sure I haven’t. Doctor, it’s - this month, it’s - every time I’m not actively trying to think about something else, it’s - it’s—
DOCTOR: I know. I know, and I’m sorry. … there’s what looks like it used to be a wall in here, separating out the memories. If you wanted I could—
SAM: No. I spent half a year with this huge chunk of my memory missing already. And it’s - take it from someone who’s had their memory messed with, Doctor, it’s worse not knowing what you did.
DOCTOR: It could kill you in the end. Or send you mad, or both.
SAM: I know. But I’m keeping them.
DOCTOR: You’re a braver man than most, Sam Winchester. There’s more than meets the eye with you, isn’t there? If you don’t want me to hide the memories, I can cushion them. It won’t get rid of them, and it’ll still hurt especially if you keep taking them out and looking at them all the time, but it’ll hurt a lot less.
SAM: You can do that?
DOCTOR: If you’ll let me.
DEAN: So you and this Doctor of yours, you just swoop on in anywhere in the universe and save the day? I don’t buy it.
DONNA: Buy it or not, pretty boy, that’s what we do, and you know what? We’re pretty damn good at it, actually.
DOCTOR: [Swooping into the room with SAM in tow] Did I hear you two fighting? Come on, don’t fight, you know I hate fights. And don’t either of you say “they started it” either! Blimey, talk about being in a room with a couple of nine-year-olds…
DEAN & DONNA: Are you done yet? [Both look startled then annoyed at talking over each other; the DOCTOR tries to stifle a grin]
DOCTOR: Anyway, I was thinking of showing Sam and Dean the TARDIS. I need to pop in there to make a quick scanner anyway, might as well bring them along for the ride.
SAM: What, seriously? We can go inside your time machine?
DOCTOR: Yeah! Come on, why not, showing her off to people is half the fun!
DEAN: It didn’t look like much from the outside.
DOCTOR: I will make you eat those words, Dean Winchester. Come on, I’ve got parts of a scanner to find and I can’t have you lot standing around here like melons!
[A few minutes later…]
SAM: Oh my God!
DEAN: What the hell…
DOCTOR: So here she is, the TARDIS! Stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space. Best ship in the universe, next stop anywhere you like. What d’you think?
SAM: It’s bigger on the inside!
DONNA: Oh, go on, he loves it when people point that out. [To the DOCTOR, watching as SAM and DEAN wander around in shock, SAM clearly thinking up a million questions as he takes it all in] I think I can see why you like this part so much now, Spaceman.
[SAM and DEAN are sitting in BOBBY’s library, SAM’s laptop open in front of him. From the next room, the sounds of the DOCTOR trying to cobble together some sort of scanner can be heard. DEAN glances in that direction]
DEAN: I gotta say, even for us, today is officially one of the weirdest days of my life.
SAM: Speak for yourself. I mean, the TARDIS, the Doctor, actual, real-life aliens - this is amazing, Dean.
DEAN: Really, ‘cause I never woulda figured from the round of 20 questions you gave those two earlier.
SAM: Yeah, like you weren’t geeking out about it too. Oh, speaking of the Doctor, get this - I did a bit of research like you asked, and if you dig deep enough, this guy is all over history, I mean literally, all of it. Look, there’s a photo of him here from the 1800s, and the caption says it’s a picture of Doctor Smith and the Adams family, who were grateful to him for reasons that they did not wish to disclose. Urban legend says he saved them from a walking shadow. And look here - this church in London? That stained glass window right there, that’s—
DEAN: The TARDIS.
SAM: Exactly. Story goes, the church used to be a convent in the 13th century plagued by a demon. One day this blue box shows up and a man comes out, smites the demon, then goes away. The nuns called him “The Sainted Physician.”
DEAN: The Doctor?
SAM: Looks like. He’s everywhere, Dean, I mean, he’s been saving people since before we were born, way before. Call me crazy, but I think we can trust him.
DEAN: I dunno, Sam…
SAM: Dean, he fixed up my head.
DEAN: Wait, what? You let him inside your head to mess around before you knew we could trust him? What the hell, Sam! What if he’d done something to you?
SAM: Well, he didn’t, and I’m still here.
DEAN: That’s not the point, Sam! We’ve been screwed over too many times for— [DEAN breaks off, rubbing a hand over his face.] You really trust the guy, huh?
SAM: Dude, he’s been saving the world since before there was dirt and I feel better than I have in a month. So yeah, I think I trust him. Are you saying you still don’t?
DEAN: … no. I do trust him. That’s the problem.
DOCTOR: Ah-ha! There we go, finished! That should be everything we need for now. Well, more or less.
DEAN: And what is that exactly?
DOCTOR: It is a scanner. Or well, more like a tracker. Well, more like a cross between the two, but the point is, your problem is that you don’t know where he is or how to find him and you’ve got no way of telling, right? This won’t tell you where he is, but if he’s on Earth, it should tell you what direction he’s in and how far away he is. Well, more or less.
DEAN: You built a God-tracker from bits of old junk?
DOCTOR: I’m very good. And I’ve dealt with gods and demi-gods before, there’s a few tricks you pick up after the fifth time or so. [Tosses the God-tracker to DEAN] If he’s nearby it should go ding. But that’s only a back-up plan, really, plan B if you like. I’m hoping we won’t really need it except as a precaution.
DONNA: Hang on, so if the scanner or whatever’s plan B, what’s plan A?
DOCTOR: Oh, do what I do best: talk. After all, if he’s a god now, I’m sure he has to spare an ear for a prayer or two.
DEAN: Praying to him, that’s your plan? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s not exactly listening.
DOCTOR: Dean, in the last month there’s been signs of miracles of all kinds, good and bad, all over the world, clearly someone is listening to everyone’s prayers. And answering them too, which considering some of the stuff you humans pray for isn’t necessarily a good thing. And well, no offence, but reading between the lines of what Sam told me, I don’t think you’re his favourite people at the minute even if I don’t have the foggiest idea why yet. Unless you plan on telling me, of course.
[DEAN stays silent; DONNA speaks before the pause can become too awkward]
DONNA: But you’re really just gonna pray to him, just like that? What if he doesn’t show up?
DOCTOR: I’m an old friend, the least he can do is show up for a chat. So! Come on, Donna, we’ve got some praying to do. [Pauses] Oo. Never thought I’d ever have to say that. It sounds even less impressive said out loud than it does in my head. [Pointing a finger at DEAN] Meanwhile, you are staying right here, I can’t have whatever it is that went on between you two messing this up.
DEAN: So you expect me and Sam to just sit here and do nothing?
DOCTOR: No, I expect you to sit here and be patient until we know that you can do something.
[The TARDIS materialises in an empty junkyard; DONNA and the DOCTOR step out.]
DONNA: Where have you taken us, the holy rubbish tip?
DOCTOR: Yep! Well, not so much holy, actually it’s just your regular common-or-garden tip somewhere in… Northumberland, I think. Perfect place to pray, nice and deserted!
DONNA: You’d think you would’ve least chosen a church.
DOCTOR: Nah. Churches are pretentious, I don’t wanna be pretentious. [Raising his voice] Hello! Castiel? Or is that God now? I can’t keep it straight in my head with all these comings and goings, but either way, it’s the Doctor, and I want a word. Just a chat between old friends, nothing more than that. If you’re interested, well - I’m sure you know where to find me.
DONNA: [After a moment of nothing, she turns to give the DOCTOR an “I told you so!” look, however as she does so, she stops, freezing as she spots something.] Doctor—
CASTIEL: Hello, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Hello, Cas.
DONNA: Well, I can see why you’re friends. You’ve even got the same coat and hairstyle.
DOCTOR: Donna, not now. Oh, Castiel, you beautiful, brilliant thing, what have you done to yourself?
CASTIEL: Nothing that wasn’t necessary.
DOCTOR: You opened Purgatory. You swallowed millions of souls, I can feel them drowning out your Grace. Cas, you’ve turned yourself into a living nuclear reactor, why would you do that?
CASTIEL: Have you just called me here to judge me too, or was there a point to this?
DOCTOR: Judge you? Oh, no, no, never. I just wanted to find out what happened to you. Can’t two old friends sit and chat? By the way, have you met my friend Donna? Donna, this is Castiel. He’s a - well, he was an angel, I suppose we have to call him a god now.
CASTIEL: I don’t have time for this. What do you want?
DOCTOR: I want to hear your side of the story. You’ve always been more about the end justifying the means, but working with demons, going after enough power to turn you into a god, the next God with a capital G, even? Even with a war on that’s not the Castiel I know. You must’ve had some other reason for doing what you did, and well, I figured the least I could give you is the benefit of the doubt.
CASTIEL: You think I want your help.
DOCTOR: I think that if even the smallest part of you didn’t you wouldn’t have come. You know me too well to have done otherwise. Come on, Castiel, I’m right here willing to listen. I bet there’s not many who could say that honestly, especially not these days.
CASTIEL: And what makes you think I would want to tell you anything?
DOCTOR: Because you haven’t left yet, or smote me for being out of line or anything. And because I think we both know that if anyone else in the universe is gonna understand you, it’s gonna be me.
DOCTOR: Oh, Castiel, I’m sorry.
CASTIEL: Don’t be. I did what I had to.
DOCTOR: Yeah, but you didn’t have to. You were fighting for so long without help, why didn’t you ask for some?
CASTIEL: There wasn’t anyone to ask.
DOCTOR: There was me. There’s always me.
CASTIEL: Doctor, I’m well aware that you have your own concerns.
DOCTOR: Not any so huge that I can’t help a friend in need.
DONNA: Never mind the Spaceman, he’s difficult enough to chase down at the best of times, what about Sam and Dean? They were your friends, weren’t they? Where the hell were they while all this was going on?
DOCTOR: Excellent question actually, where were those two? You know, up until the part where it becomes obvious.
CASTIEL: … at the time, I believed they had already sacrificed too much.
DOCTOR: And so you didn’t want them involved.
DONNA: But… they got involved anyway. And after that, after they found out, they should have helped.
CASTIEL: No. Regardless of what happened, they shouldn’t have.
DONNA: Well if you don’t mind me saying, with friends like that…
DOCTOR: But what happens now, though, with the souls? I wasn’t kidding when I said you were a nuclear reactor, between you and the TARDIS my hair’s standing on end from all the energy in this room!
CASTIEL: I can’t let them go if that’s what you mean.
DOCTOR: Can’t or won’t?
CASTIEL: Can’t. They don’t have anywhere else to go. I still need them. And I can do so much now. This isn’t as bad an outcome as you’re all claiming it is.
DOCTOR: Not all that stuff you’ve been doing is good, you realise. Or maybe you don’t and that’s the problem.
CASTIEL: I’m sure it seems that way to you.
DONNA: Can’t you hear what the Doctor’s saying? When he says that something’s bad, he usually knows what he’s talking about.
DOCTOR: Riiiiiight, you know, you know what, I just noticed we’re out of tea. I’ll just be. Off to get another cuppa, do either of you want any more? No? Excellent, back in a mo.
DONNA: Doctor — [aaaaand he’s gone already. DONNA mutters:] Just off to get another cuppa my arse.
DONNA: You know, I was joking earlier about you and the Doctor being friends and everything, but you do remind me of him a bit, you know. The Doctor, I mean. I mean alright, you hardly talk at all and I can’t get him to shut up for five minutes, but it’s not that, it’s more than that. [Pause.] Is this okay, me talking like this, what with you being some kind of god and everything?
CASTIEL: The Doctor clearly trusts you. He doesn’t let many people onto the TARDIS.
DONNA: So… what, is that a yes or a no?
CASTIEL: If you have something you want to say, Donna, then say it.
DONNA: Alright, there’s no need to get bossy with me! What it is is that… you’re the Doctor’s friend, aren’t you? So you know how wonderful he is, and how much he does to save everyone. But sometimes if he’s left on his own for too long, he’s like a completely different man, and if I’m honest, he does things that scare the life out of me.
CASTIEL: What’s your point?
DONNA: My point is that I think you’ve been on your own for too long.
[The DOCTOR is in the control room, staring intently at the monitor and pressing a few buttons. DONNA enters alone.]
DONNA: There you are! I knew you hadn’t just gone to get another cup of tea, you had that look on your face. What’s going on?
DOCTOR: Where did you leave Cas?
DONNA: Oh, in the library, we got bored of waiting for you to get another cuppa and decided to get lost. ‘Course I guess he could have flown off by now for all I know, but we’ve been chatting a bit and I’ve decided Dean Winchester needs a good smack around the ears when we get back. Isn’t that a bit weird though? I mean, me talking to Castiel, him being power-mad on souls or whatever, you’d think I’d be dust or something by now. Doctor? [She smacks him lightly on the arm.] Oi! Spaceman! Are you even listening to me?
DOCTOR: What? Oh yeah, yeah, every word. Talked his ears off yet?
DONNA: Look who’s talking. You still haven’t answered my question, by the way, Doctor, what are you doing?
DOCTOR: I had a hunch, so I’ve taken the liberty of doing a bit of a scan.
DONNA: O-kay, a scan for what, though?
DOCTOR: This isn’t the first time I’ve run into someone becoming a god from absorbing fantastic amounts of energy, Donna, aside from upsetting the balance of the universe these things usually have side-effects. Bad ones.
DONNA: What kind of side effects? You know, other than being pig-headedly stubborn.
DOCTOR: Nah, he’s always been stubborn. What’s happened now is that he just isn’t seeing sense— [As he finishes speaking, the TARDIS bleeps.] Ah, there we go. … Oh. Oh, that’s… that’s very many kinds of not good.
DONNA: Why, what’s it say? Doctor, I can’t read that. What does it say?
DOCTOR: [Staring at the monitor in horror] Donna, when you build a nuclear reactor, what’s the first thing everyone worries about?
DONNA: … meltdown.
[The two of them stare at the screen; END OF EPISODE ONE.]