I'm sorry for how long it has taken me to add more to this – college really ate up my time. Hopefully, I will be able to update more frequently.
Once again, I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.
"Amy, I thought I told you to stay on campus," Dean exclaimed when he saw the brunette park her MINI Cooper behind the Impala.
After speaking with Amy on the phone, he and Sam went to look for any clues at the Tennant residence.
"Yeah, well, I wasn't about to let some strangers into my house with me being there. Besides, we lost the spare key and haven't gotten around to replace it," she retorted.
Amy strode up the four steps to the front porch, deftly pushed the Winchesters out of the way, and unlocked the front door. She stepped aside to let the boys into the plain entryway and placed her keys in the bowl on the kitchen counter.
"Nice place you got here. Love the pictures," Dean smirked as he looked around at the numerous pictures of Amy and her dads throughout the years, his roaming eyes stopping at a senior photo of Amy.
She protested getting those taken, but her parents insisted. Amy didn't think she was photogenic and was more than happy to be the one holding the camera. The one Dean spotted wasn't her least favorite – in it, she was wearing all black except for her favorite leather jacket. The photographer used a filter to make the image look older. She was leaning against the railing of this cement walkway by the water, with the city behind her. She's not smiling, but her eyes were full of expression.
"Thanks. I only got them taken for my parents. They're the sentimental ones," Amy responded.
"So, you said you haven't spoken to your dad in a while? Does anything look out of place?" Sam asked, trying to stay focused.
"Um, I haven't been upstairs yet, but so far, everything looks normal."
Amy headed upstairs with Dean and Sam trailing behind her. She made a left at the landing towards Papa's room. She let the boys in, noting how they scanned the room quickly while making a beeline to the window. She paled when she saw blood on the frame.
"Is… is that Pops' blood?"
Dean looked up and saw how nauseated Amy seemed to be. He walked over to her and guided her to the door.
"Why don't you wait downstairs? We won't be long, and we probably won't go into your room."
Amy saw that Dean was trying to lighten the mood, so she cracked what she hoped was a convincing smile. The two locked eyes for what seemed to be minutes.
Starting to feel awkward, Amy backed up and looked away.
"Thanks, but uh, I got it from here. Just yell if you need me."
She went back downstairs and sat on the sofa, still feeling sick at the sight of the blood and from her increasing worry. Sam and Dean found her there with her head in her hands. Sam crouched down in front of her to ask if she needed anything. After running a hand over her face, she looked up at the two and declined.
"So, do you know what's going on? Is this connected to the other disappearances?"
Dean hesitated but decided to answer.
"Well, this is connected to the others. What we don't know is why whatever is doing this is doing this."
"What do you mean, 'whatever'?" Amy narrowed her eyes.
"I meant 'whoever,' obviously. Just a slip up…" Dean tried to cover up his mistake.
"Freudian slip, much?" she scoffed in reply, "Oh, gosh. Are you X-Files wannabes or something? How does the FBI put up with that?"
"Look, the truth is out there. Ha ha," Dean said, uneasily.
"Amy, you don't want to know. This may not be anything . . . er, not in our department, anyway," Sam tried to say.
Looking suspiciously at the two, Amy sighed and stood up from the sofa, trying to make herself taller.
"Okay, here's what's going to happen. We're going to drop my car off on campus, then we are going to talk about this. No sugar coating. I'll listen. I can handle it."
The brothers glanced at each other, having some sort of silent conversation.
"Fine, but you can't tell anyone, and you can't freak out or something," Dean sighed, shrugging at Sam, who clearly didn't agree with that idea.
Amy smiled and turned on her heels, grabbing the keys and locking the door. She extended her arm to the boys to let them go first. She shut off the hallway light and closed the door behind her.
The sun began to set by the time the group made it back to the university. They went to sit in a secluded area of the quad closest to Amy's dorm. She would have been fine just sitting on the ground, but she didn't want to ruin their suits. So, she sat in a lawn chair and gestured for the brothers to follow suit. Once they were all settled in, Amy looked at them expectantly. Sam bit his lip.
"Okay, where should we begin?"
"From the beginning is preferred. Don't skimp out on the details."
Taking a deep breath, Dean started to talk about things that go bump in the night, meticulously keeping details about their mom or Sam's girlfriend out of the story. Amy listened with rapt attention. If she thought they were batshit crazy, she didn't let it on while the brothers spoke. Once they finished, there was absolute silence.
"What the hell is wrong with you people? None of that is possible. There's always a logical reason," Amy exclaimed.
"Yeah, sweetheart, it is logical even if it doesn't seem to be so right now," Dean stated, "Look, I know this is hard to grasp, but we don't think something natural took your father and the others. We had a lead from a couple of towns over come up on the way back here. I'm sorry we don't have time to let you ask questions, but you just got to trust us on this. We got to follow up on this if we want any chance of saving your dad. We'll keep in touch."
Amy stood up as the Winchesters did, but not merely out of politeness. She got in Dean's face.
"I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not. That's ridiculous to even ask."
"Well, it's a damn good thing I didn't ask."
"Guys, GUYS. Let's all just chill out for a second, okay?" Sam interrupted, "Amy, this could be dangerous. Besides, we wouldn't want you to miss class."
Amy took a step back from Dean and tried to sooth her anger.
"I understand that. It could also be nothing. If it is something, I have to be there to help my father. After the way I acted the last time I saw him . . . I just can't leave him like that again. Plus, we're on break for a week. Please, Sam, let me come with you. I won't be in the way. Please," she pleaded.
The brothers exchanged another look and acquiesced. Amy allowed herself to look relieved. She started to head towards her dorm but stopped and turned back to where the boys were still standing. She linked arms with them and pulled them with her, not fully trusting them to wait for her to pack a bag.
When they entered her room, Dean glanced around appreciatively at Amy's collection of CDs, DVDs, and posters. He noticed how her roommate's side of the dorm was pristine and looked like it came straight from HGTV Magazine. No sooner had they entered did Rose, her roommate, walk in wearing her bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her hair. She froze in the doorway as Sam and Dean awkwardly looked away.
"Amelia Grace! Why didn't you tell me you were having people over?!" Rose whisper-yelled into Amy's ear. She quickly grabbed a change of clothes and excused herself. 5 minutes later, she came back to see Amy packing up a duffle and the two strangers still sitting there.
"Uh, Rose, these are my dad's friend's sons. The tall one is Sam, the other's Dean. Sam, Dean, this is my wonderful roommate, Rose," Amy introduced.
Rose stuck out her dainty hand to give the boys handshakes, her Alex and Ani bracelets dangling and reflecting the light in the room.
"Are you leaving? You normally tell me ahead of time . . ." Rose questioned.
"Yes, our father requested that Amy joined us for fall break, what with Thanksgiving this week and all. With her parents gone and all, we didn't want her to be alone," Dean answered for Amy.
"Pops is not gone! He's just… missing. But that means nothing. He'll be home soon." Rose retorted heatedly.
"We know," Sam soothed, "We really should get going as soon as you're done packing, though."
Amy sighed and put the last of her necessary belongings in her bag, zipped it up, and slung the strap across her shoulders. She grabbed her purse and went to give Rose a hug.
"I'll see you after break, Rosie."
"Be careful! Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Well that definitely narrows down my list," Amy laughed.
Dean opened the door and nodded in goodbye to Rose, Sam following suit. Amy gave one last wave and shut the door. She followed the boys out to the classic car and placed her duffle in the trunk beside Sam and Dean's things. She ran her hand along the side of the car and whistled.
"I gotta say, she sure is a beauty. Dad would've loved to see her," Amy remarked quietly.
"She's my baby," Dean proudly said, then became serious, "no bodily fluids on the upholstery, capiche?"
Chuckling and nodding her head, Amy got in the backseat, smiling in appreciation as a Led Zeppelin song blared through the car's speakers. Amy locked eyes with Dean through the rearview mirror. He smiled at her reassuringly. Amy sat back and leaned her head against the cool window, fighting to keep her eyes open. Shortly after, she fell asleep to the familiar music and the gentle roaring of the Impala.