An Angel Amongst the Stars (Supernatural x Doctor Who)

Weekend At Bobby's

A lot has happened since Cas brought me back to Earth...literally. Turns out Sam is alive, me and Dean had a family reunion with Gwen, Christian, and Mark who apparently were on our mother's side. And not only was Sam alive but so was our grandfather, Samuel Campbell. Needing the distraction I stayed with Sam while Dean went back to the apple pie style life with Ben and Lisa. He joined us later on after the baby shapeshifter case. Castiel showed himself when we worked a case involving the plagues of Egypt, revealing the civil war being fought up in heaven. Now we're currently across the ocean in Scotland, standing over the very grave of Crowley.

Dean held the phone out, the phone on speaker for us to hear "Hiya, Crowley,"

"Dean. It's been a long time. We should get together,"

"Sure. We'll have to do that when I get back,"

"Back?"

"Yeah, me and Sam-we've gone international." I cleared my throat "Angela already was. In fact, we're in your neck of the woods. Did you really use to wear a skirt?" I stifled a laugh as Dean kept talking

"A kilt. I had very athletic calves. What's the game?"

"Dominoes. In fact we just dug yours up,"

"This is ridiculous. The whole burning bones thing-it's a myth,"

"I know an employee of yours who would disagree," Bobby's voice claimed. Oh right did I forget to mention we were there to save Bobby's soul.

"That's where she got to," Crowley muttered

"You demons." Bobby continued "You think you're something special. But you're just spirits. Twisted, perverted, evil spirits. But, end of the day, you're nothing but ghosts with an ego. We torch your bones, you go up in flames,"

Dean began clicking his lighter "You hear that, Crowley? That's me flicking my Bic for you,"

"Your bones for my soul. Going once..." Bobby challenged "Going twice,"

"Bollocks," the line went dead, Crowley appearing seconds after "I believe those are mine,"

I took Dean's lighter and held it over the bones "You know, now that I think about it, maybe I'll just..." I clicked the lighter "napalm your ass anyhow,"

Crowley raised an eyebrow "You honestly believe that'll save you darling?" he challenged

Sam extinguished the flame "Ange, he's a dick, but a deal's a deal,"

Crowley walked passed us "Like he said darling...make a deal, keep it," he turned to Sam "I don't need you to fight my battles for me, Moose. Get bent," he put the bones in the bag and looked back at us "Now, if you'll excuse me. I've a little hell to raise,"

"I appreciate you three leading a hand," Bobby said over the phone

"Hey, any time we get to punk Crowley works for us," Dean told him

"Yeah," Sam added

"Still, knowing how much you love flying the friendly skies-" my breathing hitched and I looked away as Dean looked at me worried "I guess a nine hour plane trip was no picnic. What did you do, drink your way through it?"

"I was fine," Dean argued

"No, he white knuckled his way through four puke bags,"

"But at least I was sober,"

"You had a fork," I argued

"I was ready for if some nutjob decided to try something, I was ready,"

Bobby laughed "Listen. Um-about the things I said earlier. I was in a tough spot and I-I guess I was-"

"You were right, Bobby," Sam admitted "We take you for granted,"

"You've been cleaning up our messes for years, Bobby. Without you, I don't even want to think about where me, Angela, and Sam would've ended up,"

"Okay then, let's roll credits on this chick flick. You three have a safe flight. And, uh- try some of the local grub. I hear it's...exotic,"

"Oh yeah, no, definitely. We are." I told him "They have a good Olive Garden," I joked, Sam hung up the phone.

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The next morning was a mess, as we ran towards our terminal. I bumped into a person, causing their bag to open and papers were strewn across the floor "I am so sorry," I told the person as I helped them pick up the papers. When I stood back up the boys had already disappeared "Great..." I looked at my ticket and at the clock. I ran for the gate

"We were just about to close the gate..." the stewardess claimed

"What can I say...I'm American, we like to be fashionably late," I huffed as I was ushered onto the plane and sat down.

"Flight 221 for London is now departing, enjoy your flight," I opened my eyes and looked around, finally realizing the predicament I was in.

"Sam and Dean are so going to kill me,"