#nevertrustamadman

"What!? WHAT!? I've been gone a month and you people are my biggest fans while I'm gone!? WHY!? I don't deserve you!"

//I DIDN’T KNOW I WANTED IT UNTIL I SAW THEIR ACCOUNT EITHER I MEAN — WAIT DOES THIS MEAN YOU READ MY STUFF._. but you’re quality I don’t understand i mean shhh

Dean closed the trunk of the Impala gently, slinging the gym bag over his shoulder, before stepping away from the car. He rubbed his eyes, still tired from the long drive to New York, as he walked through the misty air.

It was early in the morning - too Goddamn early if you asked him - but he had to be here. He pulled out his dad's journal and flicked through to the back. A drawing of a police box took up a page with two words taking up the other.

'The Doctor.'

From what his dad knew, this box kept appearing and disappearing all over the world, all different points in time. Different men and women were seen alongside it. It wasn't natural.

So, Dean had to chase it down. Find out what was what. A friend of his called, said the Box had showed up in Central Park. So, naturally, he drove like the hounds of hell were after him - in case it left.

And it hadn't. Grinning, the Winchester crept up on the box and began to try and pick it, to no avail.

"What the-" he muttered to himself. This... was no lock he'd ever seen. Plan B then.

He set the bag aside and drew a pistol from it, putting it down the back of his pants. Then, he hammered on the door.

//You are not allowed to do that. Never, nope, mentioning me and promotiNG ME NO DON’T DO THAT AGAIN ._.

//>_>”

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