I was a bit bored, so i made you all a superwholock theme. i am not good in such things, but i hope you’ll enjoy it anyway.
1. greenday ft. doctor who - holiday
2. Reichenbach remix - Sail
3. The doctor is dying - Chameleon Circuit
4. O’ death - Jen Titus
5. Sherlock - a scandal in belgravia closing theme
6. The doctors speech - the eleventh hour
I don’t know who made this, but it wasn’t me.
I don’t know if someone’s already done this, but can you just imagine Dean in the TARDIS? Like
“Who are you? Who are you really?” Castiel looked taken aback by the Doctor’s question. But this expression only lasted a second, a flicker of humanity ghosting through the angel’s eyes.
“I just told you, Doctor. I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord.” The Doctor couldn’t help but smirk at his answer.
“An angel? Of the Lord?” He stepped closer to the man, who looked small, but yet surprisingly strong. “There is no God! I have spent all my life traveling through time and space, through the whole universe. I saw it all begin and I saw the end. Don’t you think I would have noticed if there was something even close to that God you follow?”
“I am not surprised that you lack faith. You have been through much, but we all have. We need your help. The seals are breaking and we can’t stop them without you and your…” He gestured towards the big, blue box that stood just outside the building, unsure how to call it.
“My TARDIS. If you’re an angel, you’ll have wings, don’t you? Every bit as fast as her.” He walked away from Castiel, looking at the dark sky of a stormy night, turning around only when a bright flash of light illuminated the otherwise dimly lit room. When he saw the shadows of Castiel’s wings towering against the walls, he only shook his head, both in disappointment and regret.
“I will have to decline. Your God hasn’t helped me when I fought my war. I shall not help you to win yours.” He stepped inside the TARDIS, looking back one last time. “I protect humanity, not your faith.”
Could you imagine
On opposite sides of the world
Eric Kripke watching Doctor Who and Steven Moffat watching Supernatural
and they both think
“I’d love to work with this guy.”
Dean blinked a few times as he stared at the blue police box that had just vaporized in the motel parking lot. It couldn’t be…
He jogged over, clutching the greasy white paper bags filled with burgers and onion rings in his left hand and his large Root Beer in his right. The door creaked open and an unfamiliar man poked his head out. Dean recognized the man’s eyes almost instantly, tired and worn windows in a youthful facade.
"Part of me always believed that you’d come back." His tone was bitter sweet because Dean Winchester knew that whenever the Doctor shows up, it means there’s trouble.
The Doctor didn’t pick up on the darker tone of Dean’s voice. He grinned in a stupid, gawky way and wagged his finger at the man. “You’ve still got faith. That’s good. Faith is good. Well come along Winchester.” Just as quickly as he appeared, the Doctor vanished into the TARDIS and Dean was left to follow.