Author's Notes: Here's me! Back a day early from vacation! Hope none of you missed me too much! Here's a chapter to get us back into gear, a completely Amy and Dean chapter. Enjoy ladies and gents!
"Dean, tell me what is going on." Amy's voice was deathly serious. She looked at the old car, confused by what it meant to her partner. She glanced in it and saw the well cared for interior. There was a collection of rock and roll cassettes in the car. They were a bit scattered as though someone had recently been rummaging through them.
"I have no idea, Princess. But that's my baby." Dean gazed through the eyepiece longingly at his baby. The cassettes he had been looking through when he had been taken were still spread over the seats. However, his professional instincts took over and he dismissed his car for the time being.
"You like rock?" Amy asked, not sure how to feel about this.
"Turn around and see what's around you." Dean commanded, watching her. Amy turned and began to take in her surroundings. She was in a little town in front of a police station. There were a couple of people walking around on the sidewalks but they weren't anything out of the ordinary.
"Nice suit." Dean noted. Amy looked down at herself. She was indeed wearing a suit and her ordinary clothes were nowhere to be seen. She dug in her pockets and pulled out a bit of plastic.
"FBI?" Amy asked indignantly. She had seen shows about American coppers before running off with the Doctor and most of them were annoying and repetitive. She mentally begged that she wasn't in one of those shows while waiting for Dean to respond.
"Go into the station and show them your badge." Dean ordered, thinking that maybe this would lead them to whatever Amy was doing in that place.
"Fine. But I'm doing it my way." Amy threw her brilliant red hair behind her as she began to stride up to the police station with confidence. She would have felt better if the Doctor had been with her but that wasn't an option at the moment. So she did what she always did. She improvised.
"Special Agent Amy Pond, FBI." She snapped at the young man behind the counter.
"I suppose you're here for the werewolf attack. You should know that you can't get in without the proper paperwork." The youthful fellow didn't even look up from the paper he was scribbling on. Dean cursed paper work in her ear. Amy crossed her arms on the high counter and rested her chin on them.
"I just want to have a look." She tilted her head slightly so that her hair caught the light. She had found this pose very effective in convincing others to do what she wanted. She waited for the boy to look up, perfectly angled to accomplish her purpose.
"Like I said, you need to have the proper p- oh." He jumped up from his chair. His cheeks flushed red as he looked at the beautiful woman waiting patiently in front of him. His eyes fixed on her before darting all over the room, trying to look anywhere else. "I- uh…" Amy slid her head up her arms until it rested on her hands.
"Just a peek." She leaned forward a little bit, tantalizing him. The young man gulped repeatedly, leaning forward a bit and then back. Amy knew she almost had him. She just needed a little something to set him off the edge. She let off a dazzling smile as the idea came to her.
"I suppose I'll have to go and talk to my superior. You wouldn't want that? A nice young man like you?" She had stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips so that he could see her full figure. This sealed the deal. He scrambled forward, throwing up papers while he looked for something. Amy waited patiently.
"Here's special written permission." He handed her a slip of paper which Amy stashed securely in her pocket.
"Thank you Billy." She noted the name from a stray paper that was in her line of sight. He gave her an awkward smile and before she turned towards the morgue she said "Eyes front soldier." The brilliant Amelia Pond flounced her way down the hallway with poor Billy staring longingly after her.
Dean, unfortunately, had also had the perfect angle to see everything Amy had done. He swallowed hard, shaking the desire aside with a flick of his head. "Nice work, Princess." He complimented as he watched her through whatever mysterious camera was following her.
"Thank you." She said proudly, strutting with confidence. She turned left down a hallway before Dean corrected her that she had to go the other way. "I knew that." She turned around and walked past the sign that could have pointed her in the correct direction if she had read it. Amy pushed open the swinging door and was met by a hefty older gentleman that was in charge of the corpses.
"What have we got, Doc?" She asked, moving over to the body.
"The boys are calling it a werewolf attack." The man uncovered the body and Amy's chipper attitude vanished. The man had been torn to pieces. Dr. Ecker had managed to clean him up well but that didn't hide the major gashes that he had sustained. Amy's head spun with the brutality of it.
"Was it?" was the only response she could come up with her scrambled wits. She half asked the doctor but she primarily listened for Dean's response.
"No, looks more like a chainsaw." Dean noted the way the ragged flesh lined up and the way the guts had been completely mutilated close to the slices. This was a part of his normal life so unlike Amy, who was struggling not to gag, he was completely fine with it.
"No. His wife came after him with a chainsaw. She tore him to pieces and then collapsed on the floor. She claims she doesn't remember a thing but their security camera caught the entire thing on tape. The boys took her into custody." Dr. Ecker, sensing Amy's distress, put the sheet back on top of the body. Amy breathed a little easier but the chemical smells surrounding her still made her a little queasier.
"May I speak to her?" Amy asked, eager to get out of the same room as the man who had been through a meat grinder. She even moved closer to the door with hope.
"Yes, you should. Talked to her myself once or twice. Small town here, it's bound to happen. She doesn't seem like the chainsaw type." Dr. Ecker mused thoughtfully, stroking his short cropped beard. Amy said goodbye to the Doctor before making a quick exit.
"You doing okay, Princess?" Dean asked, actual concern leaking into his voice.
"What the hell was that?" Amy was incredibly disgusted by what she had just witnessed.
"A case." Dean began to explain to her more of what his job was. The more he told her, the more disgusted Amy became. By the time she reached the office of the chief she wanted to rip the earpiece out and leave Dean Winchester far behind her.
She knocked politely on the door and was admitted. The woman introduced herself as Adriana Smith and the two women shook hands.
"What can you tell me about the wife?" Amy asked, trying to be as professional as possible while ignoring the just audible sounds of Dean yawning in her ear.
"She's just normal. Two kids in college and she goes to the salon every week. She's a very sweet woman and her husband was her childhood sweetheart. There isn't any explanation for it." Adriana sighed.
"You sound like you knew her." Amy picked up on the way the other woman talked. She talked as though she had known the accused for a very long time.
"She was in my grade at school. We practically grew up together. It's one of those small town things." The police chief shrugged it off.
"I know. I grew up in a small town too." Amy thought of Leadworth and began missing it until she remembered how much she had wanted to get away and how much more exciting her life was when she elsewhere. The desire to return to that place vanished instantly.
"Would you like to talk to her?" Amy was led to an interrogation room where the chainsaw murderer was handcuffed to a chair. She had tears streaming down her face as Amy entered.
"That will be all, boys." Amy dismissed the police officers that had followed her in. After exchanging glances they left Amy to her own devices. Amy sat down opposite the other woman, compassion bubbling up.
"Mrs. Butler, can you tell me exactly what happened?" Amy asked, taking the other woman's hand kindly, showing that she would believe whatever she said.
"I was just washing dishes when I had a compulsion to go out to the yard. Then everything went black and when I came to, I was in a pool of my husband's blood and Jerry…" Fresh tears snaked down her face and she was unable to complete the thought. Amy had no idea what sort of thing would do this. She assured the woman that she believed her and collected some more details before leaving the room.
"I'll be doing some further investigation." Amy told Adriana as she walked past her. Amy pushed open the door from the station while being glanced over by Billy. "Did you get that?" Amy put a hand to her earpiece, listening for sounds of life on the other end.
"Yeah, I got it. I was thinking maybe demon possession. However, when you asked her about smelling anything weird she said no so that rules out sulfur." Dean thought out loud, constructing scenarios in his mind.
"Sulfur?" Amy asked, leaning back against Baby. She crossed her arms as she continued to listen to the gruff voice continue to analyze the situation. She ran her hand along the black side. It was actually quite a beautiful car despite the fact that it was American.
"I say we go and do some research on the house." Dean suggested, thinking that something would probably pop up in the history of the house.
"And by we, you mean me." Amy corrected, moving around to the driver's side of the car. Driving as an American used to be complicated but she had learned how to do it from living in New York for nearly a year. She picked up the keys from the seat and revved the engine. Dean made a sound of protest on the other end.
"What?"
"I just usually don't let anyone else drive my baby besides Sam. I don't even let Cas drive it, not that he needs it." Dean felt nervous as he watched the Scottish woman place her hands on the wheel.
"Not to worry, Dean. I'll watch over your baby."
