A/N:

I got bit by the Superwho bug and Amy/Dean is a ship that I've always found interesting.

This is my first attempt at Superwho (mainly the Doctor and Amy), so I apologize ahead of time if I don't catch onto them right away.

But I might soon!

I hope that you guys enjoy this!

I know it's a little on the short side, but I'm hoping future chapters will be longer.

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"Doctor, we've even waiting an hour," Amy groaned out, leaning against the TARDIS.

"And we'll continue to wait, Pond." The Doctor stated with a glance in Amy's direction, fiddling with some device he had collected from the planet they had just finished visiting. Amy sighed and shifted, plucking at her jacket.

"Where are we anyway?" She asked.

"Colorado."

"Fantastic."

A low rumble came from around the corner and Amy shifted, moving a hand to the TARDIS door, ready to run inside and grab something within to use as a weapon. Her gaze flickered over to the Doctor and he had abandoned his new toy to stand tall, lips curled in a pretty grin.

"Doctor?"

He looked back at Amy, brows raised in question. Her lips parted, and before she could say much else, a black vehicle skidded to a halt not too far from them. The Doctor's attention snapped to it and his hands clapped together. "Just on time!"

"Just on time?" Amy asked with a frown, cautiously stepping away from the TARDIS to step up beside the Doctor, looking the vehicle over. The door opened and Amy jerked before standing at attention, lips pressed tightly together.

"Hey Doc, sorry I took so long. Ran into a little trouble 'long the way." The man stepped out of the car, brows creased. Amy shifted, the look in the man's eyes seeming familiar. Though she was positive she'd never seen him before. She looked between the man and the Doctor, chin rising a touch. The look in the man's eyes was like the Doctor's. He had, she assumed, seen his fair share of danger and more.

"Ah, Dean Winchester." The Doctor grinned as he stepped forward. "Dean, Dean, Dean." The Doctor held his arms out and the one named Dean looked him up and down before snorting.

"I'm not going to hug you of that's what you're asking for," Dean said, pulling a hand up to keep the Doctor at bay. The Doctor lowered his arms, grin still in place. The man stepped from around the car door to close it, looking behind the Doctor at Amy. "But I'll hug her if she wants one." He flashed her a charming smile and Amy could feel her cheeks warm with blush, causing her to look off to the side before looking back.

"Oh. No, no. Hands off Amelia Pond, Winchester. I didn't call you here to make humany-wumamy eyes at Amy."

Dean looked from Amy to the Doctor, smile falling when he saw the look on the Doctor's face. His brows rose as his gaze fell, clearing his throat. "Right. Uh, well, let's get this little shindig going so I can get back to..." He trailed off and Amy's brow quirked with interest. Her shoulder brushed against the Doctor's, waiting for him to explain. Instead, he glanced at her before shaking his head. He wasn't going to talk. It wasn't his place to share Dean's story. Then she'd have to get it out of Dean himself.

She looked back at Dean. Why was he so important? And why did the Doctor have to call Dean? Wasn't it usually the other way around?

Dean made his way to the trunk of his car, popping it open a second later. He ducked his head and disappeared. Moments later, he resurfaced with a duffle bag and a shotgun in hand.

"What is that?"

"This, sweetheart, is a gun." Dean gave her a tight lipped smile as he walked past her and towards the TARDIS.

"I know what it is, you arse." Amy placed her hands on her hips and Dean turned to face her, gaze trailing up and down. She would be lying if she said she didn't like the attention. "What's it for?"

Dean licked his lips, a light grin playing on them before he looked at the Doctor. "Look, I ain't got any say in how you work with your... Friends, but I think she should know what she's getting into."

"...What I'm gettin' into? Doctor, what is he talking about?" Amy looked at him and his gaze was locked on Dean with a tight lipped smile.

"You're right," the Doctor said after a moment, peeling his gaze from Dean to face Amy. "We're going hunting."

"Hunting?" She repeated with an amused brow raised. "Like what, Bambi?"

Dean snorted. "Yeah, we're hunting Bambi."

"No need to be mean, Dean." The Doctor raised a hand in the hunter's direction to shush him and Dean looked offended at the gesture, rolling his eyes and turning to look at the TARDIS, mumbling under his breath. "We're going to hunt demons, Amy."

She gave a short laugh. "Demons? Really Doctor?"

"You travel with an old alien and fight monsters... And you're gonna have trouble believing demons exist?" Dean asked before the Doctor could reply.

"Where's Sam, Dean?" The Doctor cut in, brows pulled together. Dean tensed and made eye contact for a brief moment before looking away.

"He made some new friends." Then he placed his things down, fishing out the keys to the Impala. He walked back to his car, unlocked the door, and got in.

"Is he leaving us?" Amy asked, walking over to where Dean placed the duffle bag and shotgun down, poking at the bag with her right foot. She turned to watch Dean park the car in the shade of the trees, probably out of view to anyone driving by.

"We've got a job to do," he said when he walked back, picking up his items.

"You heard the man, into the TARDIS!" The Doctor exclaimed with a childlike grin, opening the doors for his companions, stepping in to ready the console.