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This story is No. 5 in the series "Birthday Insanity Challenge Ficlets". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Birthday insanity mis-strike. Yeah, nearly two years later, a collection of one-shots and possibly subsets that hit a cord. Multi-cross

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - OtherJmariaFR1583,608043,27417 May 1019 Mar 13No

Saving and Preventing Hunting (Doctor Who/SPN)

Series: 24 for 24
Title: Seven: Saving and Preventing Hunting
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: RTD owns the tenth Doctor, Kripke owns the senior living-dead boy. I own Zip.
Spoilers: Er, first half of the fourth seasons?
Series Summary: Twenty-four stories and crossings of worlds (read: insanity) to celebrate twenty-four years.
Part Summary: Sammy’s missing, and Bobby’s called in an expert to help Dean find him.
Words: 458
Quote Source: Song of the Sea by Cake Bake Betty
A/N: Dean and the tenth Doctor. The big old flirts.

24 for 24
Seven: Saving and Preventing Hunting




It’s there swinging from my family tree…

He was loosing his fucking mind. Where the hell was his brother? This was worse than when he’d died, hell it was worse than when he’d gone to hell. Dean slammed a fist against the steering wheel as Bobby droned on.

…the witch’s telling me that Sammy’s nowhere on this planet.

“We figured that, Bobby!” Dean growled. “Is he in Hell -”

“What part of ‘nowhere on this planet’ didn’t catch on?”

Dean’s head jerked up at the man leaning in through the passenger side window. He had on a blue suit over a trench coat that reminded Dean of Castiel. The man grinned at Dean as he popped the lock up and let himself into the car.

“Who the fuck are you?” Dean shouted.

“That Bobby Singer on the phone?” the man arched a brow at him. “Haven’t seen him since that jam in Vancouver. What an odd sounding word. Vahn-cooo-ver-aarr.”

I mighta called in an expert.” Bobby’s voice in his ear had Dean’s hand jerking away from his gun and his eyes away from the strange man in the passenger seat.

“An expert? Aren’t you an expert?” Dean snapped.

Compared to him? Hell no. Now, go find your brother.” Bobby ended the call sharply on Dean’s ear, leaving the oldest Winchester to deal with the stranger in his car.

“I’m the Doctor,” the man said, starting to push every button available to him. Including the radio.

“Doctor who?” Dean glared at him.

“Just the Doctor.” He ignored the glare

“And you know how to find my brother?”

“Weell,” the Doctor clicked his tongue and fiddled with the glove box. “Yes. But we can’t get there in this.”

“Then what.”

“Ah, that beauty right over there.”

Dean followed the pointed finger of the Doctor and gaped at the big blue shed. His brows furrowed as the Doctor hopped out of the Impala and strode over to the shed. The Doctor waved him over as Dean muttered under his breath and locked his baby. What the hell was the Doctor smoking?

“Now, shall we go fetch little Sammy from the scary psychic girl?” the Doctor unlocked the door to the shed and stepped inside.

“Sammy’s stuck with a scary psychic? What is it with him and creepy broads?” Dean muttered, following the Doctor inside. His eyes drew up to the high ceiling and huge room before him. “Huh.”

“It’s bigger on the inside, blah, blah, blah,” the Doctor strode up a small ramp to what Dean could only guess was the control panels. “Close the door behind you!”

“Sammy better at least have gotten laid if I have to put up with this,” Dean muttered, glancing back one last time at his Impala as the shed started moving.

The End?

You have reached the end of "24 for 24" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 19 Mar 13.

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