Who: The Doctor & Sam & Dean Winchester What: Helping the Time Lord When: Backdated directly after Doctor’s attack by Fenrir Where: The Motel the Winchesters are staying.
The Doctor came rushing forward; he hadn’t stopped running this whole time after he escaped the hungry wolf man. He looked rather terrible, his curly tresses were filled with all sort of debris and his shirt was torn with dark orangey crimson blood poured down the front revealing the horror he had been through. Finally he made it to the motel that the Winchesters called their home, exhausted from the extremely long distance he had traveled and the blood loss he threw himself against the door.
Then with the storage of last bit of energy in his body he lifted his bloody hand and hit the door with his palm, calling out for aid “Sam….D…Dean…Help… It’s the Doctor!” The Time Lord slid down the wood frame, sinking down on his bottom peering down at his wet hand covered in his own blood “Oh dear…” he muttered before returning it to the wound trying to keep the bleeding as small of amount as possible.