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Dean - Nothing's Ever Built to Last
Fandom: Doctor Who/Supernatural
Title: Nothing’s Ever Built to Last
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester, the Doctor (Nine and Eleven), Sam Winchester, Rory Williams/Amy Pond, the TARDIS/the Impala.
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tamingthemuse Prompt: #269 ~ Beguiled
Content Warning: Spoilers for end of S3, beginning of S4 of Supernatural, S5 of Doctor Who. So, nothing major, but they’re there.
Summary: The Doctor always seemed to show up when Dean needed him the most.
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt given to me on the Anon Meme—“Eleven & Dean: My TARDIS is in love with your Impala.” I can never resist that kind of crack, even though I don’t think this turned out all that cracky.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to the CW and the BBC. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
The Doctor always seemed to show up when Dean needed him the most.
The first time it happened, it was completely on accident. Dean was eight, his father had just come back from a hunt and laid into him for something that was Sammy’s fault, but Dean took it anyway. Sammy was only four. He didn’t need to feel the wrath of their father any more than he already had. But now, his father was passed out in the room in front of the TV, Sammy was asleep, and Dean was curled up in the backseat of the Impala stewing away until the last of his anger had gone away. He hated going to bed angry. It always gave him a stomach ache.
So he was stretched out on the back seat, playing with some of his little green army men, when there was a soft vrop vrop vrop from outside the car. Curious, Dean couldn’t help but try and creep closer. He pushed up, peered over the edge of the window—
—And jumped back ten feet when a face suddenly appeared in the window above him. A giant, grinning face with a giant nose.
“Hello there!” His voice is muffled through the glass, but he can still hear him. Just barely though. “Mind helpin’ a bloke out?”
Dean was hesitant. He wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers. That was one of Dad’s rules. But right now, he was more curious about the blue box behind the strange man than he was worrying about Dad’s rules. But that didn’t mean he was stupid. He reached forward to roll down the window, just a crack—just enough that he could talk to the man, but not enough that he could pull him through it.
“Yeah?”
“Mind telling me what the year is, then? Lost my watch, can’t seem to remember the time.”
He lost his watch, so he couldn’t remember the year? There was something … wrong with that statement, but Dean didn’t think much of it at the time. “1987.”
“1987! Brilliant year. The Woodstock of Physics was this year, I think.” Dean just continued to blink at him, before peering around him to get a better look at the box behind him. The man noticed before glancing back at him. “How rude of me. I always forget my manners. I’m the Doctor, who are you?”
Dean fought back the urge to ask him what he was the doctor of, and just replied. “Dean.”
“Dean? Dean who?”
“Dean Winchester.”
There’s something in his eyes that saddens at that. Dean couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but it seemed important. “Well, Dean Winchester, I have to say that this is quite an honor. You are going to be very important one day.”
“I am?”
“Oh, yes.” The wide grin returned to his face as he crouched down to get a closer look. “You are going to be fantastic. Without a doubt.”
He didn’t know why, and even when he knew who the Doctor was, he could never figure it out, but for some reason, that small bit of praise warmed him to the bone. It was almost as though the entire night hadn’t happened, and all that mattered was this strange man telling him he was going to a fantastic life. He was only eight years-old, but the statement had so much hope, and to an eight year-old, hope was everything. For the first time all evening, he smiled, and the Doctor just grinned back at him, before making his way back into the box behind him.
“Well. Good luck to you, Dean Winchester. And I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other very soon.”
The door closed, that vrop vrop noise started up again, and then the box suddenly disappeared, right into thin air. Dean watched as it slowly faded out of view, and in the end, he couldn’t help but smile.
***
The next time he saw the Doctor, he’s much older and much less hopeful.
Sam had just headed off to Stanford, John had left him behind to go on another hunt, and for the first time in his life, Dean felt truly alone. He didn’t know what to do with himself, so he pulled off to the side of the road, perched himself on the hood of the Impala with a beer until he figured it out.
And then the blue box appeared.
The Doctor poked his head out, gave him a grin, and extended a hand to him. Dean didn’t really have any other reason to say no. He reached out, took the hand, and the world opened up before his eyes. It was probably the best month of Dean’s life.
He hit on Rose. The Doctor rolled his eyes. Jack hit on him. That was a little more awkward. But they saved the world, they saved planets, and there was running. There was so much running. Dean never thought he would consider himself the kind of man to run in the face of danger but there was something about being with the Doctor that made it better. In fact, it almost made it fun.
In the end, the Doctor dropped him off right where he picked him up, but about a half hour later. Dean went back to his life as it was, being alone, and missing his brother, but it felt easier than it was before. He was alone, but he didn’t have to feel it.
***
Dean had three months left.
He sold his soul, and he wasn’t sure what this fantastic life was that he was supposed to live up to, but it was coming to an end, and faster than he’d like. They were out of options, and he wasn’t going to make it. Now he was trying to just catch up to everything so that he could finish this sad, miserable excuse for a life with no regrets.
They were sitting in Bobby’s junkyard, having lunch, when he heard the familiar vrop vrop vrop over his shoulder, and he straightened. He spun around faster than Sam could blink, but he could picture the startled look on his brother’s face. “Dean, what is—”
A strange looking man wearing a bow tie poked his head out of the door. Not the same strange looking man he’d seen before, but there’s a familiarity in the strangeness. It made no sense, but it was there. He gave them both a bright smile. “Hello, hello!”
“Doctor?”
“Dean, you know this guy?”
“Dean Winchester, sharp as a tack. You don’t miss a thing, do you?” He moved closer, and a hot looking redhead and another guy with a large nose stepped out behind him. The Doctor just kept moving, around the table to peer at Sam, pushing up onto his toes so that he’s eye level with him. “And you must be Sam. Brilliant, I always wanted to meet you. You really are as tall as they say.”
Sam looked uncomfortable. Dean didn’t blame him. “Uh, dude—”
Dean just smirked. “Sam, this is the Doctor.”
“And that’s the Ponds, Amy and Rory. Ponds, Sam and Dean Winchester.” The Doctor finished studying Sam’s face, and turned back to Dean. “We were just passing through, decided to pop in—tell me, Dean, what year is this?”
Dean had accepted long ago that the Doctor knew more about his life than he did, but he didn’t push because the Doctor would never say. Instead his face just fell and he exhaled. “2008.”
“2008.” The Doctor’s face sobered just as easily as Dean did. “2008. Not so great a year.”
“No,” Dean said softly. “I guess it’s not.” His eyes wander past Amy and Rory, to the open door of the TARDIS. He’s quiet for a moment before he glances back to the Doctor. “Hey, Doc. You think—one last trip?”
The Doctor looked at him for a moment, before his face softened and he smiled. “Dean, I thought you’d never ask.”
Dean’s face lit up, and he grinned as he nodded to his brother. “C’mon, Sammy. Let’s go.”
“Let’s go?” Sam wasn’t impressed. “Let’s go where?”
Dean stopped at the doorway, and glanced back at his brother with a grin. “Not a clue. That’s the point.”
***
After being tossed around in the TARDIS on the trip through time vortex, the five of them landed on a planet the Doctor called Metebelis Three. Blue sun, multiple moons—a gorgeous planet, full of things that Dean had never seen before. And the look on his brother’s face, the amazement and the awe—that was worth all of it.
He was sitting on a rock on one of the walking paths up the mountains, playing with the trees around him when Sam wandered over, a big stupid grin on his face. “So. The Doctor?”
“Yeah,” Dean laughed. “The Doctor. Weird guy, but he’s pretty okay.”
“How did you even meet this guy?”
“He parked the TARDIS outside the Impala when I was eight,” Dean grinned. “He was only there for about five minutes, but—he knew me. Which was weird. Anyway, fast-forward fourteen years, you’re at school, Dad’s gone on a hunt, and he just shows up, out of nowhere, asked me if I wanted to see the universe.”
“So you decide to just—go?”
“Not like I had anyone who would miss me.” It was possibly a little colder than Dean had intended, but that was how he felt at the time. “Besides, the TARDIS is a time machine. He put me back a half hour after I left. It was a month for me, but as far as everyone else was concerned, I was never gone.”
“A time machine.” Sam was quiet for a moment, and then his eyes widened as he looked at his brother. “Dean, he has a time machine.”
“No, Sam,” Dean pushed up to his feet getting in his brother’s face. “No. I can’t ask him that.”
“Can’t ask me what?”
Both brothers turned to see the Doctor standing behind them, eyebrows raised. Dean was about to say ‘nothing’ but Sam cut him off before he could start. “Dean’s dying. He sold his soul to save my life and he’s got three months left.”
The Doctor’s face softened, saddened, and he shook his head. “I know.”
“You know. So there has to be something you can do. You have a time machine—”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t?” Sam seemed outraged. “What do you mean you can’t? You can be anywhere in the universe—”
“I’m not just a crazy man with a time machine, Sam, I’m also a Time Lord. I see the whole of time and space, all the ins and outs, all the flows of time, and there are certain points, certain points that cannot be altered, cannot be changed.” He paused, and the look he gave Dean in that moment was downright mournful. “Your brother’s death is one of them.”
Sam looked almost crushed. “What? Why?”
“Can’t tell you that. Spoilers.”
“I don’t understand—”
“It’s okay,” Dean sighed, running a hand over his face. “Sam, it’s okay.”
“No, Dean, it’s not—”
“Doc-TOR!”
Amy’s Scottish accent cut through the calm of the jungle, and she and Rory were running towards them, and following close behind was the biggest snake Dean had ever seen. His eyes widened, and then he couldn’t help but grin. The Doctor glanced over at him and nodded.
“Dean, I’ll let you take this one.”
Dean laughed, before turning back to his brother. “Sammy?”
“Yeah?”
“Run.”
***
Three days, one mutant snake creature and a saved planet later, the Doctor put Sam and Dean right back where they belonged, except fifteen minutes later. They said goodbye to Amy and Rory, and stepped off back into the junkyard where the Impala was parked. The Doctor followed them off, stepping onto the dead grass and giving them both a thin smile.
“Well, that was exciting. One last adventure—or the first, in the case of Sam. First and last. Saved you a lot of time there, didn’t I?”
Sam gave him a grimace before nodding. He was disappointed, Dean could tell, but there was nothing the Doctor could do if he was a fixed point in time, and he knew that. He learned that a long time ago. Dean watched as the Doctor shook Sam’s hand, and then turned back to Dean. Then, before Dean could stop him, he moved closer and pulled him into a strong hug.
“This is not the end for you,” he whispered softly, keeping Dean close for the moment. “We will see each other very soon.” Dean pulled back, more confused, but the Doctor just smiled, before speaking up again. “Alright, off we go, Ponds! Things to do, places to see.”
He darted back into the TARDIS, closing the door behind him. Dean and Sam both stepped back, Dean leaning against the side of the Impala, watching as the machine faded out of existence. They both stood there in silence for a moment, taking it in for what it was.
After a long time, Dean whispered. “Wanna go grab a beer?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
They both pushed up, starting to walk away when the familiar vrop vrop vrop sounded behind them again. They turned and glanced at each other, confused, before turning around completely to see the TARDIS rematerialize behind them. There was a pause, before the Doctor popped his head out the door again, looking as confused as they did.
“You know, Doc—when you said you’d see me soon?”
“This was not what I meant.” He paused for a moment, looking over where they were, and then his eyes made contact with Dean again. “Dean, I think the TARDIS might be in love with your Impala.”
At that he laughed. “Can you blame her?”
Title: Nothing’s Ever Built to Last
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester, the Doctor (Nine and Eleven), Sam Winchester, Rory Williams/Amy Pond, the TARDIS/the Impala.
tamingthemuse Prompt: #269 ~ BeguiledContent Warning: Spoilers for end of S3, beginning of S4 of Supernatural, S5 of Doctor Who. So, nothing major, but they’re there.
Summary: The Doctor always seemed to show up when Dean needed him the most.
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt given to me on the Anon Meme—“Eleven & Dean: My TARDIS is in love with your Impala.” I can never resist that kind of crack, even though I don’t think this turned out all that cracky.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to the CW and the BBC. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
The Doctor always seemed to show up when Dean needed him the most.
The first time it happened, it was completely on accident. Dean was eight, his father had just come back from a hunt and laid into him for something that was Sammy’s fault, but Dean took it anyway. Sammy was only four. He didn’t need to feel the wrath of their father any more than he already had. But now, his father was passed out in the room in front of the TV, Sammy was asleep, and Dean was curled up in the backseat of the Impala stewing away until the last of his anger had gone away. He hated going to bed angry. It always gave him a stomach ache.
So he was stretched out on the back seat, playing with some of his little green army men, when there was a soft vrop vrop vrop from outside the car. Curious, Dean couldn’t help but try and creep closer. He pushed up, peered over the edge of the window—
—And jumped back ten feet when a face suddenly appeared in the window above him. A giant, grinning face with a giant nose.
“Hello there!” His voice is muffled through the glass, but he can still hear him. Just barely though. “Mind helpin’ a bloke out?”
Dean was hesitant. He wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers. That was one of Dad’s rules. But right now, he was more curious about the blue box behind the strange man than he was worrying about Dad’s rules. But that didn’t mean he was stupid. He reached forward to roll down the window, just a crack—just enough that he could talk to the man, but not enough that he could pull him through it.
“Yeah?”
“Mind telling me what the year is, then? Lost my watch, can’t seem to remember the time.”
He lost his watch, so he couldn’t remember the year? There was something … wrong with that statement, but Dean didn’t think much of it at the time. “1987.”
“1987! Brilliant year. The Woodstock of Physics was this year, I think.” Dean just continued to blink at him, before peering around him to get a better look at the box behind him. The man noticed before glancing back at him. “How rude of me. I always forget my manners. I’m the Doctor, who are you?”
Dean fought back the urge to ask him what he was the doctor of, and just replied. “Dean.”
“Dean? Dean who?”
“Dean Winchester.”
There’s something in his eyes that saddens at that. Dean couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but it seemed important. “Well, Dean Winchester, I have to say that this is quite an honor. You are going to be very important one day.”
“I am?”
“Oh, yes.” The wide grin returned to his face as he crouched down to get a closer look. “You are going to be fantastic. Without a doubt.”
He didn’t know why, and even when he knew who the Doctor was, he could never figure it out, but for some reason, that small bit of praise warmed him to the bone. It was almost as though the entire night hadn’t happened, and all that mattered was this strange man telling him he was going to a fantastic life. He was only eight years-old, but the statement had so much hope, and to an eight year-old, hope was everything. For the first time all evening, he smiled, and the Doctor just grinned back at him, before making his way back into the box behind him.
“Well. Good luck to you, Dean Winchester. And I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other very soon.”
The door closed, that vrop vrop noise started up again, and then the box suddenly disappeared, right into thin air. Dean watched as it slowly faded out of view, and in the end, he couldn’t help but smile.
***
The next time he saw the Doctor, he’s much older and much less hopeful.
Sam had just headed off to Stanford, John had left him behind to go on another hunt, and for the first time in his life, Dean felt truly alone. He didn’t know what to do with himself, so he pulled off to the side of the road, perched himself on the hood of the Impala with a beer until he figured it out.
And then the blue box appeared.
The Doctor poked his head out, gave him a grin, and extended a hand to him. Dean didn’t really have any other reason to say no. He reached out, took the hand, and the world opened up before his eyes. It was probably the best month of Dean’s life.
He hit on Rose. The Doctor rolled his eyes. Jack hit on him. That was a little more awkward. But they saved the world, they saved planets, and there was running. There was so much running. Dean never thought he would consider himself the kind of man to run in the face of danger but there was something about being with the Doctor that made it better. In fact, it almost made it fun.
In the end, the Doctor dropped him off right where he picked him up, but about a half hour later. Dean went back to his life as it was, being alone, and missing his brother, but it felt easier than it was before. He was alone, but he didn’t have to feel it.
***
Dean had three months left.
He sold his soul, and he wasn’t sure what this fantastic life was that he was supposed to live up to, but it was coming to an end, and faster than he’d like. They were out of options, and he wasn’t going to make it. Now he was trying to just catch up to everything so that he could finish this sad, miserable excuse for a life with no regrets.
They were sitting in Bobby’s junkyard, having lunch, when he heard the familiar vrop vrop vrop over his shoulder, and he straightened. He spun around faster than Sam could blink, but he could picture the startled look on his brother’s face. “Dean, what is—”
A strange looking man wearing a bow tie poked his head out of the door. Not the same strange looking man he’d seen before, but there’s a familiarity in the strangeness. It made no sense, but it was there. He gave them both a bright smile. “Hello, hello!”
“Doctor?”
“Dean, you know this guy?”
“Dean Winchester, sharp as a tack. You don’t miss a thing, do you?” He moved closer, and a hot looking redhead and another guy with a large nose stepped out behind him. The Doctor just kept moving, around the table to peer at Sam, pushing up onto his toes so that he’s eye level with him. “And you must be Sam. Brilliant, I always wanted to meet you. You really are as tall as they say.”
Sam looked uncomfortable. Dean didn’t blame him. “Uh, dude—”
Dean just smirked. “Sam, this is the Doctor.”
“And that’s the Ponds, Amy and Rory. Ponds, Sam and Dean Winchester.” The Doctor finished studying Sam’s face, and turned back to Dean. “We were just passing through, decided to pop in—tell me, Dean, what year is this?”
Dean had accepted long ago that the Doctor knew more about his life than he did, but he didn’t push because the Doctor would never say. Instead his face just fell and he exhaled. “2008.”
“2008.” The Doctor’s face sobered just as easily as Dean did. “2008. Not so great a year.”
“No,” Dean said softly. “I guess it’s not.” His eyes wander past Amy and Rory, to the open door of the TARDIS. He’s quiet for a moment before he glances back to the Doctor. “Hey, Doc. You think—one last trip?”
The Doctor looked at him for a moment, before his face softened and he smiled. “Dean, I thought you’d never ask.”
Dean’s face lit up, and he grinned as he nodded to his brother. “C’mon, Sammy. Let’s go.”
“Let’s go?” Sam wasn’t impressed. “Let’s go where?”
Dean stopped at the doorway, and glanced back at his brother with a grin. “Not a clue. That’s the point.”
***
After being tossed around in the TARDIS on the trip through time vortex, the five of them landed on a planet the Doctor called Metebelis Three. Blue sun, multiple moons—a gorgeous planet, full of things that Dean had never seen before. And the look on his brother’s face, the amazement and the awe—that was worth all of it.
He was sitting on a rock on one of the walking paths up the mountains, playing with the trees around him when Sam wandered over, a big stupid grin on his face. “So. The Doctor?”
“Yeah,” Dean laughed. “The Doctor. Weird guy, but he’s pretty okay.”
“How did you even meet this guy?”
“He parked the TARDIS outside the Impala when I was eight,” Dean grinned. “He was only there for about five minutes, but—he knew me. Which was weird. Anyway, fast-forward fourteen years, you’re at school, Dad’s gone on a hunt, and he just shows up, out of nowhere, asked me if I wanted to see the universe.”
“So you decide to just—go?”
“Not like I had anyone who would miss me.” It was possibly a little colder than Dean had intended, but that was how he felt at the time. “Besides, the TARDIS is a time machine. He put me back a half hour after I left. It was a month for me, but as far as everyone else was concerned, I was never gone.”
“A time machine.” Sam was quiet for a moment, and then his eyes widened as he looked at his brother. “Dean, he has a time machine.”
“No, Sam,” Dean pushed up to his feet getting in his brother’s face. “No. I can’t ask him that.”
“Can’t ask me what?”
Both brothers turned to see the Doctor standing behind them, eyebrows raised. Dean was about to say ‘nothing’ but Sam cut him off before he could start. “Dean’s dying. He sold his soul to save my life and he’s got three months left.”
The Doctor’s face softened, saddened, and he shook his head. “I know.”
“You know. So there has to be something you can do. You have a time machine—”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t?” Sam seemed outraged. “What do you mean you can’t? You can be anywhere in the universe—”
“I’m not just a crazy man with a time machine, Sam, I’m also a Time Lord. I see the whole of time and space, all the ins and outs, all the flows of time, and there are certain points, certain points that cannot be altered, cannot be changed.” He paused, and the look he gave Dean in that moment was downright mournful. “Your brother’s death is one of them.”
Sam looked almost crushed. “What? Why?”
“Can’t tell you that. Spoilers.”
“I don’t understand—”
“It’s okay,” Dean sighed, running a hand over his face. “Sam, it’s okay.”
“No, Dean, it’s not—”
“Doc-TOR!”
Amy’s Scottish accent cut through the calm of the jungle, and she and Rory were running towards them, and following close behind was the biggest snake Dean had ever seen. His eyes widened, and then he couldn’t help but grin. The Doctor glanced over at him and nodded.
“Dean, I’ll let you take this one.”
Dean laughed, before turning back to his brother. “Sammy?”
“Yeah?”
“Run.”
***
Three days, one mutant snake creature and a saved planet later, the Doctor put Sam and Dean right back where they belonged, except fifteen minutes later. They said goodbye to Amy and Rory, and stepped off back into the junkyard where the Impala was parked. The Doctor followed them off, stepping onto the dead grass and giving them both a thin smile.
“Well, that was exciting. One last adventure—or the first, in the case of Sam. First and last. Saved you a lot of time there, didn’t I?”
Sam gave him a grimace before nodding. He was disappointed, Dean could tell, but there was nothing the Doctor could do if he was a fixed point in time, and he knew that. He learned that a long time ago. Dean watched as the Doctor shook Sam’s hand, and then turned back to Dean. Then, before Dean could stop him, he moved closer and pulled him into a strong hug.
“This is not the end for you,” he whispered softly, keeping Dean close for the moment. “We will see each other very soon.” Dean pulled back, more confused, but the Doctor just smiled, before speaking up again. “Alright, off we go, Ponds! Things to do, places to see.”
He darted back into the TARDIS, closing the door behind him. Dean and Sam both stepped back, Dean leaning against the side of the Impala, watching as the machine faded out of existence. They both stood there in silence for a moment, taking it in for what it was.
After a long time, Dean whispered. “Wanna go grab a beer?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
They both pushed up, starting to walk away when the familiar vrop vrop vrop sounded behind them again. They turned and glanced at each other, confused, before turning around completely to see the TARDIS rematerialize behind them. There was a pause, before the Doctor popped his head out the door again, looking as confused as they did.
“You know, Doc—when you said you’d see me soon?”
“This was not what I meant.” He paused for a moment, looking over where they were, and then his eyes made contact with Dean again. “Dean, I think the TARDIS might be in love with your Impala.”
At that he laughed. “Can you blame her?”
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