"Could that have been any smoother?" Dean growled out, rolling onto his side after having his face pressed to the floor of the TARDIS. "I could have parked this space car better."
"No you could not." The Doctor brought himself to his feet, fixing his bowtie. "Because you couldn't have avoided that cow like I just did." He brushed himself off as Amy and Dean groaned in response. He skipped over Amy and bounded down the stairs to get to the doors of the TARDIS, pushing one open and taking a deep breath.
"Where are we, Doctor?" Amy asked as she pulled herself to her feet, fingers wrapped around the railing to pull herself up. She glanced over at Dean who was making sure his equipment was fine. Her gaze fell back to the Doctor and she followed after him, looking over his shoulder outside. "When are we?"
"We are in Chicago, Illinois." He paused and glanced around. "Still in the year 2009."
Behind them Dean huffed. "I still don't get why we couldn't take my car."
"Because," the Doctor started, pulling back into the TARDIS. "It would have taken too long and by the time we would have—"
"—Yeah, yeah. I get it." Dean waved the Doctor off and left his shotgun against the counsel. "Can't go roamin' the streets with that," he said when Amy gave him a look. He walked over to the pair and tossed the duffle bag over his shoulder. "Well, we ready to go?"
"Lay it on me," Dean said as he sunk onto the nearest chair with the back to his chest, stuffing a few fries into his mouth. Amy looked at the Doctor, brows raised as she sat on the edge of one of the beds (it was Dean's idea they get a motel room). She was curious too, as to why the Doctor needed Dean's help.
"These demons, they're trying to contact someone." He paused, expression falling as he flipped through the old, worn out bible in the drawer between the beds. "Someone. Something." He turned to looked at the two. "Have any of you heard of the Family of Blood?" Both Dean and Amy shook their heads and the Doctor nodded. "It shouldn't even be possible, really. I have no idea how they're managing to do it, but we need to stop them."
"Wait, what is this 'Family of Blood' thing?" Dean asked, putting his food down on the table, arms wrapping around the back of the chair. "Sounds a little too kinky for me."
"Let's just say they're a little worse than your demons, Dean."
Dean huffed in response and his brows rose, skeptical. But he knew better than to question the Doctor when it came to these things. "Okay, so they're trying to contact the Family of Blood. Why? What's so important about them? You said they shouldn't even be able to get in contact with them. How come?"
The Doctor pressed his lips together and his gaze flickered between Amy and Dean. "Because I made it impossible to do so." He ran a hand over his face, letting out a sigh before dropping his hand. "This is all wrong," he mumbled to himself. Amy pushed herself off of the bed and made the short distance towards the Doctor, placing a hand on his forearm.
"Whatever it is, Doctor, we'll figure it out," she reassured him, giving his arm a squeeze. She gave him a light grin before she turned to face Dean, grin disappearing. "Now, Winchester, was it? What do we do about these demons?"
Dean parted his lips and looked up at Amy before looking at the Doctor and back. "You, sweetheart, aren't going to do anything. Sorry, but I don't want to be responsible for you."
"I'm not just going to sit and wait for you two to come back."
"Well you aren't comin' with," Dean retorted, gaze narrowing. "I don't need someone else to be responsible for." His gaze flickered to the Doctor's and there seemed to be tension growing between them.
"What're you talking about?" Amy asked, gaze lingering on Dean before it moved to the Doctor's. "What is he talking about?"
"It's nothing," The Doctor replied almost automatically. Dean snorted in reply and he pushed himself out of the chair. He glared at the Doctor and moved to grab his jacket off the coat hanger, opening the door. He looked back at the Doctor before he turned, making his way out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "Amy?"
"Yes Doctor?"
"Go with him. I don't want him straying."
Amy looked up at the Doctor, brow raised. He nodded towards the door before Amy rolled her eyes and moved to follow Dean. When she closed the door to the motel room, she looked left and right before she spotted him, already half way down the block. "Dean!" She shouted, taking off after him. "Oi, Winchester!" He didn't stop, but it didn't matter. She'd caught up to him rather quickly. She had the Doctor to thank, of course. With all his running, this was a piece of cake.
"Shouldn't you be watching the Doctor?" He asked coldly, hands balled into fists at his side. Amy looked him up and down before nudging his side with her elbow.
"What's wrong between you and the Doctor?" She could see his jaw tensed and her curiosity rose.
"Nothing. Why's something gotta be wrong?" He asked, turning his head to glance at her.
"Oh, I dunno, could have been the way you were lookin' at him," she retorted, brows rising. She followed him as he turned the corner, into a bar. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of cigarettes, flattening the front of her shirt, sticking close to Dean. He led them to a booth and he ordered them something to drink. "Sooo," Amy started, watching Dean as he watched the woman who took their order walk away. "You going to tell me what happened between you and the Doctor or am I going to have to beat it out of you?" She flashed him a charming grin and he looked at her, the corners of his lips twitching with a grin.
"This isn't the first time I've worked with the Doctor," Dean admitted. His lips pressed together. "What about you? Why are you with him?" He asked, raising a brow. He looked up when the lady brought their beers, setting them in front of Amy and Dean, leaning over to give Dean a little sneak peek. Amy rolled her eyes and looked up at the woman.
"Thank you. But I think you've got quite a few other men waiting to drool over your fake breasts." Amy grinned and she could see Dean grin from the corner of her eye before the woman walked away with a huff. Amy turned to face Dean, who took his beer and drank from it. "I've been traveling with the Doctor for a long time now," she told him. "Now, what about you?"
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "It's a long story, Amy." He squinted at her, trying to figure something out. "Let's just say that I almost lost someone 'cause of him." He gave her a tight lipped grin before he brought his beer to his lips. Amy looked him over with a light frown. She felt he would talk about it when he felt like he could trust her.
"Very well, then." She took her beer in hand and held it out to clink it with Dean's. "Then to stopping the bad guys." She grinned and Dean returned it, clanking his bottle against hers.
"And to the fun times in between." He winked at her, bringing the rim of the bottle back to his lips. Amy did the same, swallowing as her nose scrunched up, trying to get the taste of the beer off of her tongue.
"Oh, that is horrible."
