Title: The Curse of Fandoms
Rating: PG
Ships: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Summary: Stupid witches. Stupid fandoms. Stupid ships. Stupid OTP's.

The Winchester brothers despised witches. There was nothing more infuriating. Therefore, they had yanked Castiel along for the support and extra muscle. Nevertheless, all for men managed to slip into one of the largest dilemmas any of them had put up with. Sam referred to it as the "Fandom Curse". Several people had encountered it, yet it was unbelievably rare for any witch to cast it. The magic was intricate along with the talent it required. None of the team were aware of the effects until Sam had bothered to search for it.

Boy were they in for a ride.

Meanwhile...

The whirling of a unknown sound began to spin through the bunker. It sounded like a pipe was leaking, except it just continued to grow louder and louder. Team Free Will moved from their seats to witness an odd large blue box appear in the middle of the bunker. The noise died down allowing the box to form into view. Some clacking and rattling was heard from inside when the unlock of one of the doors sprung open, revealing a man in a classy outfit with a bow tie strapped around his neck.

"Dean! Dean Winchester!" the man exclaimed as dashed towards the hunter.

"Who-" he didn't continue his words because the doctor was too fast for him, words pelting like a type writer.

"The doctor. Nice to meet you." the man vigorously locked hands with Dean while shaking it. Sam and Castiel both nodded towards each other as though to ask who he may have been. Neither said a word, just shrugged in astonishment. "Here's the thing, we meet later on in life and I help you, blah blah blah. Except right now both you and your husband must come with me so I can fix something. Need his assistance with something in particular as well as your accompaniment because I'm aware he does not come without you. No speech needed."

Dean chuckled for a moment, this wasn't the first time a man had mistaken himself and his brother for husbands. It was often times something that people assumed, most of the time Dean didn't bother to correct him. This seemed like an exception though, "He's my brother."

"He is? Is that what it's like in this year? Has incest become a thing now? Never guessed. Despite that, I need both you and Trenchy to come with me." The Doctor was practically to his box already when Dean's face shifted to bewilderment.

"Trenchy?"

"Yes, the one in the dirty trench coat." he added before meeting their gaze once again. Dean still was puzzled, did he want Sam or Castiel?

"Which one? My brother or the one in the trench coat?" Dean huffed, irritated by the random stranger.

"The trench coat one! Your husband of course!" By now Sam was practically weeping he was laughing so hard. Tears were slipping from his eyes as Castiel's eyes furrowed in confusion while his eyes squinted, poor innocent angel. Meanwhile, Dean's face was burning a deep shade of red.

"Uh, Cas isn't my husband."

"Wait-" The Doctor pondered for a moment before his eyes grew wide, "What year is it?"

"2015..."

"Uh oh," The Doctor zipped towards his box while hollering back, "No spoilers!"