((Locked to
thenigothigh &
fearlessncold))
[There is a sound, an otherworldly grinding of gears, and somewhere just off camp a blue box begins to fade in and out of existance, like a shutter going off. Once the TARDIS is solid, the doors are flung open with a creak, and a young-ish looking man in a tweed jacket and a bowtie stumbles out, an excited expression on his face. He closes her up behind him, patting the wood a little, affectionate.]
See you in a little while dear, just got a few old friends I'd like to meet up with. Stay out of trouble now.
[Setting off through the trees, the Doctor's whistling an old AC/DC song under his breath, one he's sure Dean used to play in the Impala on the few occassions they've met. He doesn't recognise the place, but he's sure the TARDIS has landed him where he wants to be, no, where he needs to be. It's finding the hunter and the angel that'll be the difficult task.]