"A shapeshifter?" I look up at the Doctor, fear sketching over my face. His brown eyes scan over my worried features. He smiles lightly but it falters a few seconds after. 

"I do believe you know what they are, right love?" The doctor smiles again as Dean passes over an old looking journal. 

"Hey, (Y/N), where's your coat?" He asks pointing to me. I scrunch my face, threw the journal into Sam's chest and ran inside the TARDIS. I could feel the brothers stare at me like a madman, well mad woman. I open the doors and run as quickly as possible to the room I resided a few minutes ago. My footsteps echoed through the lonesome and vacant corridors. My breathing became short and ragged after a few minutes of running back and forth in between corridors and rooms. I finally reached the only beige painted door and grabbed the doorknob. I stayed put for a minute to catch my breath until I felt relaxed and opened the door. I stepped inside the room and found the trenchcoat hanging from behind the door. 

"Found you," I said smiling; pulling the coat over my burgundy turtleneck. I patted it down and slipped the pen inside a pocket in the coat. I hummed to a light melody until I heard a small flutter of... wings? I look behind me and see a dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes staring at me. 

"Doctor, I am in need of your assistance, I-" He says before spotting me. His eyes grow wide, almost as if they were filled with disbelief. His hand reaches out to me, "Emile? You're alive?" but he quickly retracts it and sighs. His blue eyes become dull and full of pain.

"Jesus Christ!" I screamed and clutched onto the coat's hem. The blue-eyed man turned his head around as if looking for someone in the room.

"No, I am Castiel." He says and walks up closer to me. I can see Cas' eyes shift and look at my body. His icy stare meets mine. 

"You're not from here. Who are you, and why am I not able to read your thoughts?" He steps closer to me and his voice gets lower, almost threatening me. He looks at my chest and sees the necklace. He reaches out a hand and grabs the necklace, turning it around to inspect it.

"Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?" He asks, letting go of the necklace and stepping back. I breathe out, letting a sigh roll out. I lean my head back onto the wall and look at him.

"Yeah, I'm (Y/N). Why'd you ask?" 

"The Doctor told me he had a new companion, I didn't know it would be you," he says looking back down at my trenchcoat, "you have a good fashion sense, (Y/N). I like you already, but not as much as cheeseburgers... or Dean." I hear him mumble at the last part.

"What?" 

"Nothing, I think they are waiting for you (Y/N). We must go before he gets worried." He says then turns around and walks out the door. I follow him in suit as we walk down the corridor again. The way out was quiet, none of us spoke a word as he opened the door and were greeted by the three. 

"I don't think she should- oh hello Cas!" The doctor said and walked up to us two.

Dean chuckled and got up from the hood of the impala, "who ever knew the angel had a twin." 

"But Dean, I am not twinned with-" he turned to look at me and then stopped, "oh."

Realization hit me when I looked at him as well. Somehow we both had the exact same trenchcoat. Castiel looked at me and pinched part of the coat and raised my arm. He was examining me as if I were an experiment. I raised a brow and lightly tugged my arm away from Cas' grip. 

"So how are we gonna hunt this son of a bitch?" I ask walking up to the Doctor. Dean grins, taking the journal away from Sam's hands and flipping through a certain page that has a sticky note. He turns the notebook at me and pushes it forward into my hands. I take it and begin reading. Holy shit, I'm holding John's journal! Get a grip (Y/N), stop fangirling before you creep them out. 

My eyes dart across the page trying to absorb the information that's inked onto it. Sam leans in as I'm reading, I try to ignore the stare as I close the journal and shove it lightly into his chest. He stumbles slightly and looks at me.

"So you're not scared? You don't think we're crazy?" Sam and Dean ask in unison. I shake my head and cross my arms in front of my chest. After knowing what happens in the series, I knew how to protect myself. I think. The doctor gave me an angel blade, and he has silver blades and bullets, so I should be alright. The Doctor nudged me for reassurance and I smiled. Dean smirked and began asking me questions,

"How do you get rid of a spirit?"

"Salt and burn the bones."

"Shapeshifter's weaknesses?" He asks sticking his chin out.

"Silver bullet or blade through the heart, or decapitation."  I stick my tongue out and ruffle Dean's hair. He pushes my hand out of the way and combs his hair with his fingers. 

"So what do you think Doctor, can she join?" He asks, leaning on the impala's hood. His flannel and jacket cascaded onto the car's hood and made him look like a male siren. I held in a laugh as I thought of Dean with a pink mermaid tail.

"I thought only hunters could hunt the supernatural, Dean." I turn to look at the Doctor, he gives me a small smirk and crosses his arms over his blue suit.

"Well, I can do an exception for a pretty lady," he says, giving me a signature wink. I laugh and shake my head. My eyes began to tear up and I clutch my stomach from the pain of the excess laughter. Through the tears, I could see Cas and the Doctor glare at Dean. Sam just sighs and smacks Dean with the journal. 

"We should start headin' into town, get a motel, and track this son of a bitch," Dean says as he slides off the impala, opens the door, and gets in. Sam grunts as he opens the passenger door and sits inside,

"Dean, when are you gonna to let me drive the impala?" The three of us pile on to the back seats and listen to the brother's arguments. Dean won and told Sammy to suck it up and be a man. 

Dean started the impala and let the engine roar for a minute before he drove off. I had gotten the seat next to the window, right behind Sam. Cas was next to the other window, and the Doctor was in between us. I became distracted and watched the scenery of trees and acres of vacant land zoom past us and become long forgotten behind us. The sky had gone from a red-orange hue to a bruised purple and blue stencil in the sky. The clouds drifted off and an array of stars decorated the sky. Soon, my eyes became tired and I decided to fall asleep. So that's what I did, I leaned my head onto the window and felll asleep to the hum of the impala's engine.

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"Pst- (Y/N), we're here." I opened my eyes and heard a nagging voice as a slight poke nudged my shoulder. The Doctor had been poking my shoulder and repeatedly telling me to wake up. I nodded in response and rubbed my eyes with my right hand. My left hand had a weird warmth and my cheek felt a soft material. Weird, I don't think windows are supposed to be soft. I look down and see my hand holding on tightly onto the Doctor's. I turn my head, lifting up to see that I had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Oh Shiet! I let go of his hand and lift my head up. He just smiles awkardly, and I could feel that it's fake, just a reasurring smile. I turn around and open the door. My shoe stands on solid ground and I pull myself out of the seat. The Doctor follows in suit and so does Cas. Sam was already outside, stuffing a duffel bag with blades, guns, and ammo. 

"Where's Deano?" I ask, leaning on the car's surface. He zipss the duffel bag and closes the trunk, "Dean went to get the keys for the rooms."

I nod and place my hand on my stomach, "hey Sammy, mind if I can borrow a few bucks for a snack? I don't have U.S currency." 

"Don't call me Sammy, but sure. Here-" He pulls out his wallet and takes out a five. I smile as a thank him and head to the vending machine. I pull the trenchcoat closer to me as I shiver. The wind had picked up a little and I turned around feeling a weird presence.

"Weird," I huffed, "I swore I could have felt someone right next to me." I turn again once  I get to the vending machine, but I don't see anyone. 

"Calm your tits (Y/N), no one's here." I put the five in and punch in the code for the desired snack, (F/S). The snack falls down and I reach down to pick it up, but I feel a stinging pain on my head and fall unconcious. 

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It felt v rushed but I need sleep so yeah, hope it sufficed 

shit gon go down in the next two chaps... so watch out secrets will spill and so will blood.