Sorry about the short last chapter, I wanted to leave suspense. Things start to get clear in this chapter. This is my first fanfic, so be gentle!
Sam was still thinking about the strange headstone when she landed on him.
He was about to get up when a flurry of fiery hair and pale skin seemed to drop from the sky. He fell flat on his back and yelled out in panic as she squirmed on his massive chest, tears in her eyes and trying to push her up.
She rolled off Sam and faced up to the barrel of Dean's gun. She wiped her eyes and put her hands up defensively.
"Who are you?! And what the hell did you do to my brother?" Dean shouted at the young woman lying on the ground. In the back of his mind, he noted how pretty she was. Her ginger hair flowed onto the ground, her eyes wide and wet in fear, and a sadness that racked her entire body. She had a very nice body, he also noted with a slight smirk.
"Wait, where is Rory?! I turned around. You are not my Rory!" She yelled at him, with a Scottish accent flowing from her round lips. She frantically turned around trying to find this Rory person, and then falling to the ground in a heap of sobs.
Dean put his gun away, figuring any type of monster that would have come after them would not be lying on the ground crying. He skirted around the crying girl, and then held a hand out to his brother who was still lying on the grass, groaning in pain. Sam took the outstretched hand and pulled himself up and rubbing his back and grumbling about girls falling out of the sky.
"Wait, Dean, she said 'where is Rory' isn't Rory the name on the headstone that appeared?" Sam asked Dean in a slight whisper. They looked back at the stone and their suspicions were confirmed. But the man on the headstone had been dead for almost twenty years. It was impossible she could be this broken up about some on who probably died before she was even born.
"Oi, Blondie, Moose, what is the date?" The men looked startled as they observed the woman behind them who was now standing up and still wiping away tears from her red cheeks. Her booted foot tapped the grass impatiently as she crossed her arms and stares them down with piercing green eyes that had definitely seen their share of crazy things. Sam sighed when he heard the nickname, why did everyone from Europe end up calling him Moose?
"Um...2011. Why the hell do you need to know that? Miss. I-just-fell-from-the-sky. And can you explain that to us?" Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's demanding tone. This girl was obviously no threat, but it was to be said that the brothers had no clue how she got there.
"Wait, 2011?! It must have been weak. Too weak to send me back with Rory. Which means, I can still find the Doctor! Oh, and I doubt that you would believe me if I told you how I got here!" She chuckled sadly as she looked down at her toes. Dean and Sam exchanged glance and looked back at her.
"If you are surprised about the time period, I have a feeling it was the angels." Dean said, as he tucked his gun that was still out back into his pants. The girl looked up and stared at them with wide eyes.
"How did you kn-" she started. Then she narrowed her eyes at them and said suspiciously "How in the hell did you know about angels? People on Earth aren't supposed to know about them. Are you two human?" She asked while leaning towards Sam and raising her finger to poke at his stomach.
Sam and Dean looked surprised at get knowledge of angels, and her question of whether they were human. Was she some sort of hunter?
"Um...yeah. Last time I check me and my brother were pretty human." Sam said as he stuck his hand out in front of him. "I am Sam and this is my older brother Dean." Sam ignored the look from his brother as he said their real names. For some reason, Sam had a feeling he could trust this girl. She hesitated for a moment before taking the enormous hand in her petite, manicured hands and replied.
"I am Amy Pond, nice to meet you boys."