Dean and Sam exchanged a look and with a firm nod, they strode with large paces towards the police call box. Sam readied his gun, but before Dean could try and open the door, it swung open and till their surprise, Gil appeared in the opening.

"Gil?" Emily asked, she had expected a lot but not seeing her in a police box... "What were you doing in there?"

Gil smiled a bit sheepishly. "Well, that's kind of a funny story. It'll be easier if I show you."

"Show us what?" Alexis asked her a bit confused.

Gil pointed at the blue box.

"Yeah, like we're all going to fit in there," Dean snorted. There hardly would be enough room for two persons, let alone six.

"I'm sure that isn't going to be problem," an unfamiliar voice called out of the box, which made them all vigilant once again.

"You were in there with a stranger?" Dean hissed, Gil should be smarter than that. Although it wasn't sure to tell if she did or did not knew the man of whom the voice originated from. Gil rolled her eyes, ignoring his outraged tone, and walked back in it by dodging Sam who was trying to hold her back by grabbing her arm.

"Damn it," he muttered when she ducked away, underneath his outstretched arm. Sam pushed the door further open with the barrel of his gun, he threw a quick look inside which made his jaw drop. Sure enough this small box could hold room to six persons, undoubtedly even more. With a perplexed expression, Sam looked back over his shoulder at the others, almost telling them to follow him, but then he realised they still didn't know anything about the stranger. Only that Gil seemed to trust him. He gestured at Dean he had to cover his back, and slowly stepped over the treshold.

The man was standing in the center of the room, with his hands in his pockets and huge grin plastered on his face. Gil was closer by, next to the opening to be exact, and she too had a grin on her face. But Sam was not planning on lowering his gun before he had a reasonable explanation. He stepped aside to let the other pass as well, still holding the stranger in the visor of his gun; there was nothing he could do to them. Sam heard some suprised exclamations next to him as the others saw the huge interior as well.

"Who is he? What is this? How did it get here?" Sam demanded to know from Gil.

Gil crossed eyes with the man who gave her a short nod, as if giving her permission to tell. "He's called the Doctor. He's a Timelord who needs our help." Which was an answer that lead to another snort coming from Dean.

"A what now?" Dean laughed. "Whoever came up with this joke; it's hilarious but you can stop it now." His expression suddenly grew serious and his smile was gone in a blink of an eye. With large paces, he walked towards the 'Doctor' and grabbed him by the collar of his coat.

"Dean!" Gil exclaimed shocked. What on Earth was he doing?!

"You can drop the act, Gabriel," Dean hissed, pulling the man a bit closer. Dean's eyes were spitting fire, he had seen enough to draw the conclusion this was all an illusion. He knew Gabriel was dead but it hadn't be the first time the archangel had tricked them in believing he was dead. Clearly, Gabriel had faked his own death, again. Dean wasn't too much suprised but how dared the archangel to let poor Gil believe this was real.

Sam switched his gun for the silver angel blade and walked towards his brother. Of course, how could he have been so stupid? Obviously this was Gabriel's doing.

"Gabriel?" the imposter repeated confused. Sam pushed the blade against his throat, a small drop of blood welled up and trickled down his throat.

"Quit playing games."

Emily, Alexis, Gil and Serena stared at the trio, not sure what to do. They all had heard the stories about Gabriel, but no one had encountered him before. And they thought they never would, since Sam and Dean had told them Lucifer had killed him. Another succesful trick of the imposter, they supposed. Gil started to feel a bit ashamed she had believed it that quickly. She should have had put more questionmarks at everything he had said. How could she be so stupid... But, his eyes had seem so honest... No one could fool that. She still believed him, actually. It couldn't be Gabriel. He couldn't have fooled Lucifer, right?

"Stop," Gil interrupted Sam's and Dean's death stare towards the Doctor.

Dean glared at Gil, still holding the collar of the coat in his clenched fist. "What? Why?"

"Get Castiel. He would know if that's Gabriel or not. Angels can see each other's true faces."

"She's right," Serena agreed with Gil. Even if that was Gabriel, why would he show himself now and pretend he needs their help? Gabriel would know Sam and Dean would see through it within seconds. It just wouldn't make sense if he is the archangel. "We have to know for sure," she tried to convince them.

Sam lowered the blade a bit and you could see the breath of relief from the man when he no longer had the silver blade pushed against his throat. Dean's eyes darted between all the persons in the room and he noticed they all needed to know for sure, even though he himself was sure that was Gabriel. Not a Timelord called the Doctor. Can you believe that? It was just insane.

Dean clenched his jaw but still let go of the collar. "Fine. We'll get Cas, but we've got our eyes on you, Imposter. Don't try anything stupid."

The man wiped the blood away with his hand and slowly nodded. Dean closed his eyes and was about to call out to Castiel when a strange noise reached their ears.

But, Gil recognised that sound. It was the same sound as a few moments before the box suddenly had been standing in the inside in the bunker. Perhaps it was the sound of this thing? But Gil was sure they weren't moving, as was nothing inside the room. But then where was it coming from?

The Doctor's face was just as perplexed as hers. There was another TARDIS appearing in the bunker, but why?

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A/N: Procrastinating is my thing, you know. Hehehe. Chapter seven: still nothing has happened. It's my thing. Sorry xD

But we're getting there, soon, I swear! (Although I shouldn't make promises which I maybe cannot keep, since well; procrastinating could be my middle name)

Ah well, see you next chapter!