Ch. 4.
"Of course!" The Doctor shouted and walked into the middle of the dusty bedroom. He repeatedly palmed himself on the forehead while chanting; "Stupid, stupid, stupid." He then turned to the others. "She had the cards with her when she was murdered. She was in the middle of a reading." He told excided, but the others just looked tired at him. "Down we go." The Doctor said and quickened past them. "Is he always like that?" Dean asked Amy as they followed. "Yup, always." Amy answered.
Back at the first floor, Camille returned. She threw Dean at the wall and started to choke Sam. "Devil." She said. Shots fired, but Camille teleported in front of Dean, hitting the smoking shotgun out of his hands. "It's like she knows our every move." Sam stated as he steadied his gun. "Well, she was a psychic." The Doctor told and then frowned. He turned to Amy. "Though, you don't seem to have any problems hitting her." He mused and then looked at the ghost, currently choking Dean. "You are not supposed to be here. You are from another dimension." The Doctor laughed and with new energy, Amy charged Camille with a raised crowbar.
"Sam, you and Amy keep the ghost busy." The Doctor said. "Dean and I will search and locate those bloody cards." Sam nodded understanding and the Doctor hurried to Dean who was lying on the floor from when Amy saved him. "Come along, Dean." He said and pulled the hunter to his legs. "We've got a plan." Dean rubbed his sore neck and did as asked and followed the other out the room.
Amy and Sam was left in the room with the ghost, and Camille was not happy. The moment after the Doctor and Dean had left, she teleported up front of Sam and screamed; "Devil!" Then she hit him hard in the chest, making him fly across the floor. She then swept the gun to the other side of the room. Amy ran towards the ghost, ready to bash her with the crow bar, but Camille coked her head in a disturbing angle and looked dead at her. Amy froze and the ghost hissed; "Sorrow." She flickered for a moment. "Why are you so sad?"
"I'm not." Amy answered and took a step forward. "You are. You have lost someone dear." Camille leaned her head confused to the side. "I see. You have forgotten." A maniac laugher followed and Amy swung the crowbar, but Camille flickered and came close to the scared girl. "I see your future now." She whispered hoarse and led her bony fingers through Amy's long orange hair. "The lost will return." She said and suddenly grabbed Amy by the throat. "And it will kill you." A gunshot echoed and the spirit turned to smoke. Sam had crawled to his shotgun while Camille had been occupied with Amy. "Are you alright?" Sam asked as he hurried to her. "Yea." Amy lied almost soundless. Sam could see through her and laid his long arms around her in a hug.
Camille returned again and flew quickly towards the two. Still with and arm around Amy, Sam pointed his gun at the spirit, but before he got to pull the trigger, Camille screamed and flames ate her like paper. A bright light emerged and then she was gone. "She won't return." Sam told and looked at Amy. "The Doctor and Dean found the cards." He caressed her hair and she smiled relived.
Heavy steps approached and a well known voice called. "Amelia?" The Doctor hurried to his friend who let go of Sam and hugged the Doctor. "What happened?" He asked the younger hunter. "Camille said some scary things. I think Amy took it a bit hard." Sam told. "Don't worry Pond." The Doctor said. "We'll rest up and tomorrow we return home."
They returned to the motel. Everyone was tired and hardly spoke to each other. Amy went to the brothers' room too calm down while the Doctor would get them their own. She sat on Dean's messy bed and watched TV, or tried. She kept remembering Camille's words. "How are you holding up?" Dean asked and sat down beside her. Sam, who was on his computer, turned to see her. She sighed and looked at her hands. "I feel a lot better, yea." She told. "I sense a 'but'." Dean stated. "But I can't help but think of what she said to me. That I lost someone." Amy looked at Dean. "If I really try, I sense that I have forgotten a big part of my life." Subconsciously she nudged her ring finger. Dean squeezed her shoulder. "Don't force yourself. It'll come to you. I'm sure." The girl smiled at the brothers. The Doctor barged into the room and leaned on the doorframe with a grin. "Ready to turn in for the night?" He asked and twirled a key on his index finger.
AN: Hey, apologies for the late update. I recently started on medication and have been in bed because it made me nauseated. I started watching a TV-series and... well, basically I forgot... There are one last chapter left and I'll try to be quick to write it this time.
