Author's Notes: I'm glad you guys are excited for a new story! I hope everyone in school has been doing better than I have. Pre-calculus is killing me. Anyways, enjoy the chapter and please review!
"So, where are we off to boys?" Amy tossed her suitcase into the trunk alongside the boys' collections of dirty laundry. She scrunched her nose up as she saw this. She reached in and pulled out Dean's dirty undershirt. "Really? Haven't you ever heard of a washing machine? I'm never taking advantage of that thing again, trust me." She slammed down the trunk of the car before seeing the look the brothers were exchanging. "What?"
"Are you coming with us?" Sam wondered, observing how she seemed to be content with going wherever the brothers were headed.
"You know, we're not exactly the safest people to be around." Dean warned her, crossing his arms. There was still something about her. He couldn't put his finger on it but she gave him a guilty hole in his chest.
"That's fine. I can handle danger." She winked at them and Dean felt himself growing angry.
"Listen, you're not coming with us. We'll drop you off at the nearest airport and you can fly back home, far away from us." Dean insisted, not wanting to drag her into this crap they had going on. He had enough to deal with while Sam was laden down with this trial crap. He didn't need more weight.
Dean's phone began to vibrate and 'Smoke on the Water' echoed in the parking lot. "We're not done with this conversation." He warned Amy, pointing a finger at her. "Hey, Garth." He put the phone up to his ear and Sam moved off with the ginger.
"Sorry about Dean. He's got a lot on his plate. Did you want to be dropped at an airport or did you want to tag along with us somewhere else?" Sam shoved his hands deep into his pockets, feeling a little uncomfortable talking to her. Dean was usually one who handled the whole 'attractive girl' thing.
"Yeah, I've noticed." Amy snorted. "Does he always cry when he meets new people?"
"Only when they thinks they're hot." Sam muttered. Then he realized what he was saying and a rosy blush covered his cheeks. "Oh! Oh no! I meant..." He stuttered and cast glances around, looking for words. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling incredibly awkward.
Amy laughed, a musical sound that calmed Sam's fears slightly. "It's all right, monster man. I can handle your brother." She patted his chest, the highest part of him she could reach without stretching up awkwardly. He blushed again at her touch but she didn't see. She was glancing back over her shoulder at his brother.
Dean approached them, tucking his phone back into his pocket. "That was Garth. We got a case over in Crescent Mills. So, I was thinking airport then get a head start on getting down there." He noted the looks on the faces of the two standing before him. "What?"
"Dean, I think she should come with us." Standing up to his brother wasn't always the easiest thing, but there were times when Sam knew it had to be done. Dean's face immediately shifted into protest mode but Sam cut him off before he could get started. "Dean, we just took her seventy years into the future. Where is she going to go?"
"I can handle myself, Sammy boy." She pushed him aside with a hand, excusing him from the conversation that was now down to her and Dean. "I need to find someone, a man called the Doctor. You're going to take me with you because you attract trouble. Where ever there's trouble, there's the Doctor. I'm coming with you and that's final." She crossed her arms defiantly and glared up at the man. Dean resisted the urge to swallow. Damn, she was attractive.
"Fine. But when you get caught up in our troubles, just remember we never said we could save you. We've warned you and that's as far as our responsibility goes. I don't need you adding on to all this other weight that I have. So you take care of yourself or you're out. You pull your own weight." Dean turned his back on her coldly, marching towards his car.
There was that guilt again. It wrapped itself around his organs and squeezed, making him want to vomit. But he didn't turn around. He didn't apologize. He wanted to. He wanted to so very much. But he couldn't. He could barely keep up with Sam and all this trials crap. He had to put Sam's needs first. Sam needed his brother focused and Dean had never met anyone more distracting than Amy.
Amy stared at the hard shoulders of the Winchester as he walked away from her back towards the Impala. She glared at his back, not understanding why he was being like this. She could handle herself and she didn't need his threats. There was something off about these brothers. For one there was the fact that they had some kind of reverse weeping angel on speed dial. Then the crappy motel, warnings about trouble, and the fact that this Sam guy looked like he was going to pass out or puke or something.
Sam coughed awkwardly. He didn't really know what to say to either of them he sort of ambled past Amy towards the shot gun seat of the car. He pretended not to notice the look of questioning Amy gave him as he pulled open the door. The car groaned slightly under Sam's weight as he shifted his body into the seat. Dean was already in the driver's seat, knuckles white with the emotions coursing through him as he gripped the steering wheel.
The door creaked open as Amy got into the seat behind Dean. The Impala came to life with a roar which settled down into a gentle purr. Amy traced her fingers over the seat. Just the slightest vibration could be felt as she leaned back on the seat. She closed her eyes as the rumble of the car filled her ears. She could get used to this. It reminded her of the TARDIS and all its strange noises.
"Don't get too comfy. We're gonna make some stops first." Dean warned her, catching sight of her in the mirror as he put the car in reverse.
"Stops?" She wondered. "Where?"
"You've got to be joking." Amy whined. Dean threw another pair of pants into the washer. Sam grinned at her over his brother's back. Amy rested her chin on her knees, sitting on top of the island in the middle of the room. She hadn't wanted to be dragged to a laundromat.
"You're the one that wanted to come with us." Dean told her, slamming the washing machine shut. He began inserting quarters and Amy sighed dramatically, raising her face to the heavens.
"This wasn't what I had in mind for my first day back."
"We don't all get what we want, princess." Dean told her. He flopped into a chair and pulled out a magazine from his bag. Amy started when she saw the cover. Busty Asian Beauties? What sort of company had she found herself with this time?
"So what did you want?" A quiet voice asked. Amy tore her horrified gaze from Dean who was smiling with his tongue stuck between his teeth. Sam had pulled himself up onto the counter and was looking at her interestedly. She mentally shook free the image of Dean and his magazine.
"Sorry, what?" Sam's grin twitched across his face in a self defense mechanism. He felt a little disappointed she hadn't been listening but he shrugged off the feeling.
"How did you want to spend your first day back in our time?" He wondered, noting how she didn't seem very frightened or disoriented by suddenly jumping seventy years into the future.
"Well, I had expected the Doctor to come and get me, not two boys with some bizarre angel fellow." She told him, twisting her hands around in her lap.
"Who's the Doctor?" Amy froze, thinking she had said too much.
"Just a friend." She dismissed, trying to shrug off her sudden reluctance to talk about the subject.
"Who was going to rescue you from 1940? Some friend." Sam snorted, avoiding eye contact with the woman. Amy was watching him, doing what the Doctor would do. Trying to figure this man out. He seemed sad although he was determined to seem okay for some reason. Maybe it was his brother who kept glancing up at him every few minutes.
"Yeah. He used to be my imaginary friend. Then he came back for me." Sam glanced over at Amy, wondering what she could mean. She was watching him, her knees drawn up to her chin while his hung over the edge of the island. He felt little butterflies in his stomach as she looked him over.
"What does that mean?" He asked her, trying to focus less on the slight creases at the edges of her thinking eyes and more on the words coming out of her mouth.
"Nothing, it was stupid." Amy excused, looking away from the man. She felt a bit silly talking about her Raggedy Doctor to this grown man. She took a moment to collect herself before looking back at him and asking, "What about you? How did you meet your angel friend?"
Sam found his gaze slide away from her back down to his boots. How did one even begin this story? Should he even tell it? He glanced over at Dean out of habit. His brother was watching him, waiting for him to tell her. Sam hesitantly took this as a go for it.
"Would you believe me if I told you we were monster hunters?" He asked, feeling the slightest bit awkward at this statement. Of course she wouldn't believe him. He was just being stupid. No one sane would even stay in the same room after he said that.
"What kind of monsters?" Amy wondered. Perhaps she had stumbled on a band of humans that hunted aliens. Well, it would certainly be easier to find the Doctor if they started hunting him although she would have to stop them from putting a bullet in his brain. Americans...
"Ghosts, demons, vampires."
"Angels?" Sam smiled at how quick she caught on.
"Yeah, although those are a lot harder to kill."Amy pressed her fingers into her temples, trying to absorb what he was saying. Aliens were one thing but monsters?
"So, your friend, Castiel, he's a proper angel? And not like an alien or anything but an actual proper angel?" Sam cocked his head and a confused smile played across his lips.
"Alien? What do you mean?"
"Nothing." Amy shook her head. They didn't know about aliens. Maybe it was best to keep it that way. She didn't want the to go shooting every alien that crossed their paths. "So, when did angels become time machines?" Sam's smile morphed from confused to pleased. She believed him.
