It's a New Day (Castiel)

[The Twelfth Doctor]

The Twelfth Doctor had landed the TARDIS in a new location. He needed to figure out how he was going to get out of here, how he was going to get back to London to be reunited with Zoey, unless she was here like he is, and he didn’t know it. The TARDIS wasn’t picking it up either. The Doctor sighed. He put on his leather jacket and he looked at the door that led to the outside world from his time machine, his home. He then put on his scarf and decided it was about time for the man to step out into the world and see what this place was really like.

The Doctor let out a sigh and he walked towards the door. He opened it and stepped out into a market place. It wasn’t anything that he was used to, and sure, the mad man with a box had been to many different planets with many different market places, but this one wasn’t like the rest. The Doctor continued to walk and he stopped by a tree. The Gallifreyan had smiled and turned. He would have to find someone he knew soon, he just hoped it wasn’t someone from his past.

The Doctor had searched, walked around all day. He finally decided it was time to head back to the TARDIS and take a break. He could use a good classical music song right now. he headed back in the direction of his TARDIS and he opened it back up with his key. The Doctor walked inside and left the door open behind him, not really giving a damn.

He walked over to the counsel and he turned on some Mozart. The Doctor sat down in a chair that was there near the counsel and he smiled. He placed his feet up on it and leaned back, listening to the sweet music fill the TARDIS.

[cas]

Several days had passed with little to no hope in getting his connection back, the connection that linked his powers to Heaven, in which he could use to transport himself from where he was stuck to where he needed to be in order to prevent the apocalypse from happening. Seeing as several days had already passed, Castiel was finding that even his hope in stopping the apocalypse was coming to an end, seeing as they had limited time to even do that. In which case, the home that his Father had created would probably have already been destroyed, or most of it from the fight between Michael and Lucifer.

Standing in the middle of the street of the town, Castiel was looking to the sky, wondering if they were still in the same world, wondering if his Father was up there but was punishing him for trying to prevent what was written in Heaven. Raphael had continuously told him that the apocalypse was meant to happen, that God wished it and so it shall be done. Was that why he was in this strange world with little magic? Was this his punishment, to be forced to live out what life he could in this time? His eyes narrowed on the sky above him, praying and trying to reach out to his Father or any of his brothers as he needed help, or just a confirmation that what he guessed was true.

Upon receiving nothing but strange looks from the townspeople around him, Castiel sighed heavily as he looked back down, gazing around him as he started to walk. He needed to figure out a way home, he needed to return to make sure Dean was safe, as well as Sam. Casting out his mind once again, he searched for somebody that might be giving off some kind of idea on how the angel could return. He was certainly fine with being punished for defying orders, but not when the people he actually found he cared about might be in danger. Lucifer and Michael would tear the world apart, killing millions in their path, Dean would certainly be one of them if the archangels got their way.

Halting his walking as he picked up on something, Castiel narrowed his eyes on the ground beneath his feet as he listened, searching deeper to see what exactly he was picking up on. It could potentially be a way for him to return home, for him to stop what was to come about and to save Dean. Focusing on where the mind was, Castiel closed his eyes and attempted to transport himself, which he found he could accomplish quite easily as he appeared in some weird room, or what appeared to be a room.

His mind tried to grasp why he was capable of transporting in short distances but he couldn’t transport himself back to the field, back to the battle. Pursing his lips as his brows knitted together, Castiel finally sighed as he looked over at the man that he had appeared next to, ”You are capable of transporting through time.” The deep voice of the angel was simply stating a fact rather than asking a question, seeing as Castiel had already used one of his other angel abilities in order to search for what information he could delve deeper into. His eyes scanned the man’s face as he thought over a few things, before stepping towards him, ”I need you to get me somewhere.”

[The Twelfth Doctor]

The Twelfth Doctor sat there, moving his feet to the beat of the music and started singing along, pretending like he was directing the orchestra. He was happy, which was odd for the immature, sarcastic man. He didn’t bother to check to see if his door was closed, oh no he didn’t. The mad man with the blue box had closed his eyes and started singing louder. This was how he relaxed, this was how he was able to relax when he knew that his entire world would be falling apart. He couldn’t find the one person who really mattered a lot more than everyone else and he was getting very frustrated, not to mention that the TARDIS was misbehaving.

The Doctor’s music was interrupted. He looked over and jumped up right away, pointing at the man in the trench coat who was now standing in the middle of his counsel room, uninvited. The Doctor was in shock, his jaw dropped, and he just stood there pointing. The man had said that he had the power to travel through time and that he needed the Doctor to get him somewhere. The Doctor closed his mouth and he stood there with a serious look on his face.

“how did you get in here? Who are you? Get out of my TARDIS!” The Doctor erupted in anger, acting like a two year old child. he watched the man curiously and knew he wasn’t human. He needed to figure out who this guy really was.

[cas]

Watching the man with curious eyes, Castiel simply stood his ground as the other had jumped to his feet, pointing at him without saying a word. The angel always found humans to be rather interesting creatures, especially in how they acted against one another and to even something from Heaven, as if they didn’t know what angels were. Looking around where he stood, Castiel was unsure of what the contraption was or how it worked, and he would have considered it a lost hope if he hadn’t simply found it in the man’s thoughts and dreams.

Turning his attention back to the other as he finally heard him speak, Castiel raised a curious brow as he tilted his head slightly to the side, not understanding one of the words he used. The angel had never heard of anything called a TARDIS and wasn’t sure what the man was referring to, so he shook his head and focused back on what he needed to do, ”That is not important right now. I need you to take me somewhere.” Castiel didn’t see the need to ask, he was in dire need of getting back to that field, back to the final battle before the archangels tore the world apart in the wake of the battle.

[The Twelfth Doctor]

The Doctor still stood there, staring at the man he knew wasn’t human or any sort of alien he had ever run into. The Doctor listened to Castiel and how he said that how he got in here wasn’t important. The Doctor’s eyes narrowed and he took a couple steps to the right and saw the door was open.

“wow, Zoey is right.” The Doctor said, thinking of the time that his companion and friend had gotten into the TARDIS because he had left the door open.”I really need to start closing that door.” he then said with a small shrug.

The man was looking around the TARDIS. The Doctor still wasn’t too pleased that he was in here. He then said that he needed the Doctor to take him somewhere. The Doctor took in a deep breath, smelling the air inside of the TARDIS.

“nope, no, no, nope.” The Doctor stated to the man in the trench coat. “I don’t have to take you anywhere, mate.” The Doctor then said. He continued to study the man and he shrugged. “besides, I don’t want to take you anywhere. You haven’t given me any reason, and frankly I really don’t care why. This is my ship, my sexy. I don’t care what you need or anything of the sort.” The Doctor said to him waiving his arm as he stepped behind the counsel. “I care what I need, and what I need is you to leave.” The Doctor finished as he jumped down out of sight. He was still trying to fix part of the counsel that had broken on their previous adventure, his and Zoey’s. they were both always causing trouble.

“What are you, by the way. You're not human, that much I know. You are also not like any other alien species I know of and believe me, I know a lot, mate.” The Doctor called out to him.

[cas]

For the most part the angel was ignoring the man, looking around himself and wondering how this contraption transported the man through time. Most of what was around Castiel was items he hadn’t taken the time to acknowledge or learn about, and his vessel had no memory of the items the angel was unsure of. Turning his attention finally to the man before him, he knitted his brows on his forehead and pursed his lips for a few seconds before sighing heavily, ”There is no time to explain. I must stop what is going to happen, and you need to get me there.”

Seeing as he was in some foreign land in which he’d never visited, and based on how old the angel was, he had been to quite a few places throughout time, mainly for orders from Heaven in which he needed to see through. This place was like nothing he had seen before, though the demons and monsters seemed to be quite the same, but there was also different things that he couldn’t place a name on. It was all surprising to the angel as well, seeing as most of the monsters from back home were created by his Father and the Mother that had been cast into Purgatory.

His eyes followed the man, watching him as he moved out of sight, behind some weird contraption that Castiel had given up on trying to place. He had already answered his own question of if it would take him to a different world or realm, seeing as they could still be on his Father’s Earth but he simply did not know it. For all Castiel knew, they could still very well be in Heaven. Furrowing his brows once again, the angel was getting rather annoyed with how long this was taking, something he had adapted from Dean in his time with the man. Shifting on his feet, Castiel took another step forward before replying, ”I’m an angel and you will take me back.”

[The Twelfth Doctor]

The Twelfth Doctor looked at the counsel, completely ignoring what the man in the TARDIS was doing. He knew that the TARDIS wasn’t going to go anywhere for him. It hasn’t since he had gotten here. Something was keeping him here for a reason and the Doctor didn’t know what that was. The mad man with a box looked at what he was fixing and let out a sigh of frustration and threw part of a display screen across the TARDIS in a fit of rage. He didn’t know what the problem was with his sexy.

The Doctor looked at the man when he said that there was no time to explain and that he must stop something that was going to happen and that the Doctor needed to get him there. The Doctor shook his head. “yeah I would, actually no I wouldn’t get you anywhere, even if I wanted to. She isn’t listening to me and doesn’t want to take me anywhere except this stinkin’ time period that I don’t want to be in!” the Doctor’s tone had escalated from a calm one to a very rage filled one. He had a good reason too. It was because of Zoey, the girl he had taken from her time as he did with other people and now he felt like he had abandoned her. He didn’t want her to feel that at all.

He then said he is an angel. “angel? No, religion doesn’t exist. I have seen the beginning of time. I have seen over a twelve hundred years of time. You are not an angel. Maybe a species that thinks they are angels.” The Doctor responded to him.

[cas]

It didn’t take long before Castiel was turning his back on the man, fingers placed to his lips as he narrowed his eyes on the ground. He needed to return to his time or more so his vessel’s time seeing as the angel’s time was an infinite amount. The final battle would have already been fought and now war was raging on Earth and the humans that littered it, the two archangels stopping at nothing until one of them is dead and gone. Frowning lightly at his thoughts, Castiel was at least hoping that Michael won out again and finally putting a stop to their brother for good. He didn’t want to think of what was happening to Dean or Sam if they were still back in that time, or forward in that time.

Turning back to face the man, Castiel raised a brow before they knitted together as he listened to what the other was saying, listening as he was told that the weird contraption was not working for him and that it wouldn’t be able to take anyone anywhere. This was not good, he needed to get back and fight in the war that was happening. Narrowing his eyes on a spot on the floor, he frowned lightly as he tried to think, tried to run through his head in how he might get back, though he was coming up with little to nothing. This place was strange to him, though he had been to many different places among the centuries, but never with such strange creatures, ones that he had never known his Father or the Mother to have created but they must have if they were around.

When the man told him he wasn’t an angel but some species that claimed he was, Castiel turned his gaze back onto him, ”You were not around when my Father created this world and your kind. He created us Angels before you.” He responded in a dry tone, never wavering as he spoke of his Father and of how the world was created. This man knew nothing of what he was discussing, not even when an angel of Heaven was standing right before him. Castiel was created before the Humans, and he watched as his Father created the world and placed his humans upon it.

[The Twelfth Doctor]

The Doctor was annoyed. The TARDIS wasn’t listening to him and he didn’t know how to handle it. In previous versions of him they would ignore it but that’s not his personality now. He is hot headed and sarcastic, tired of things that go wrong, which was why he wondered why he even decided to bring Zoey with him on adventures. He didn’t want to lose her, he didn’t want to watch her die or leave him like he had so many times before.

The Angel was still here in the TARDIS, the Doctor knew that. he wished that he would go away. This man knew absolutely nothing about his machine about the TARDIS having a mind of her own and how she seemed to think that being here was a great idea. That made the Doctor want to throw something across the room, and that’s what he did. The Doctor pulled the screen out that he was trying to fix and threw it across the room, not caring if it hit the so called angel in the trench coat.

He had then said that Twelve wasn’t around when his father had created this world and his kind and that he created the angels before him. The Doctor jumped up and shook his head. “no, that’s your universe. See the world, the universe; everything is made up of a bunch, separated by a barrier. I broke the barrier once and ended in me losing my close friend. Your universe must be one of the ones who’s barriers had broken down, just like the one I am from.” The Doctor said, explaining it to the angel. “your universe was probably created by your father, mine however wasn’t. It was created by the big bang that I started… on accident. My TARDIS exploded resetting time here, well there, where I am from.” The Doctor said looking at him.

He wondered if the angel would believe him. He was speaking the truth. He knew that he could prove it too. He had picked up a few souvenirs in his time travelling and through different universes when the barriers were weak.

“so what’s going on in your universe that you are trying so desperately to get back to, just curious, and if I help you, you need to help me.” The Doctor said, trying to bargain with the angel, thinking that he could help him find Zoey.

[cas]

His attention had turned from the man near him into his own thoughts as he stared off to the side, narrowing his eyes at nothing in particular as he processed what the man had told him still. He didn’t believe it at all, putting his whole faith into his Father and the world that he had created. Yes, his faith had been lacking as of late as Castiel had taken the side of the Winchester brothers instead of that of Heaven and his family. Though he knew what he knew and he shouldn’t let what this man told him, seeing as he was a simple human and Castiel was an angel. Shaking his head as he looked back up at the other, the angel stepped to the side as the other threw something across the room, his eyes following it before knitting his brows as he returned his attention to the doctor.

Brows knitted together further as he listened to what he was saying, taking in how Twelve explained to him about the different universes and how his Father had simply created one. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to believe what this man was telling him as he knew his faith should stay invested in his Father and the faith that he created, but when he had been transported to a new world in which he felt his connection weaken, Castiel was finding it hard to keep his faith intact. ”Then who makes up the other universes if it is not my Father or your big bang?” The angel was finding the man’s story very hard to believe, seeing as he did not know what this ‘big bang’ was and he found it hard to believe that there could be other Fathers out there.

Narrowing his eyes on the man for several seconds, Castiel finally relaxed himself as he responded, ”There is to be a final battle and I must be there to help stop it.” He simply stated, letting only the vague important facts out as he kept his gaze on the doctor, never wavering as he stood stock still. ”What help would you need?” He questioned, wondering if his powers would be able to supply the help this man needed in order to return the favor and help Castiel get back.

[The Twelfth Doctor]

The Twelfth Doctor still wasn't happy that there was someone in his tardis that wasn't invited, though the first time around Zoey wasn't invited either. He just had to live with it, though in the end it was him that had sook her out in the end. He admitted it, he really enjoyed having her around and promised her that he would never let any harm come to her, though he knew that he was already breaking that promise because he had no idea where she is or what is going on. He hated admitting that.

The Doctor looked at the angel after he had asked his question. "uh, the Big Bang?" the Doctor replied. "it created all of the universes." he shook his head, not wanting to admit that anything about religion was true.

He had then said that he needed to stop some final battle from happening. Was this so called angel like the Doctor in the end? The Doctor was just out there trying to stop planets, evil from destroying one another or themselves and now this angel says he is trying to do the same, or something remotely the same.

"what final battle?" the Doctor asked him curiously. The angel then asked what help the Doctor needed. "i need your help finding someone. Her name is Zoey." the Doctor then said looking at him.