Dean steadily walked back over to the TARDIS and opened the door. "Sammy," He called into the ship, "You can come out now. The Weeping Angels are dead. And if there are any more out there, they're probably come after me now, 'cause I killed them, and you know, they'll probably be really mad about it."
Sam was out of the TADIS before anyone could say anything about it. "Wow," he said when he saw the giant pile of rubble, "What happened here?"
"Well, like I said," Dean said, holding the gun up, "I killed them."
"Yes," The Doctor said, clapping his hands together, "Now that we have that covered let's go find that epicenter so that we can get you boys back home."
And with that the five of them walked towards the house.
"Man, even without the Weeping Angels this place is still creepy," Dean commented as they walked through the hallway of the dark, cold house.
"Well, it's an old house," Jenny said, "The place been empty for a least a decade, maybe more. It's bound to been a little faded by time."
"Speaking of time," Clara added in, "Is this the epicenter?"
"No," The Doctor said, doing a 360 around the hall with his Sonic Screwdriver. The seeing the room he was standing in front of, added, "Better check the rooms, though." And then the group walked into the room. It looked like it was some sort of drawing room, with a chair and a chaise lounge both upholstered in red velvet, with a beautiful blue and white antique table in between them. In front of it was a red oriental rug with gold fringe. The curtains, a brocade patterned with an autumnal forest, were closed and looked like they had been for a very long time.
"Tell you what," Clara commented, "Whoever lived here, they obviously had money."
"That didn't protect them from the Weeping Angels though," Dean replied.
"We don't know for sure that Weeping Angels were the reason this house is abandoned," The Doctor told them, "It could've been for any reason. Oh, sure the Weeping Angel could've been a part of it, could've taken the family one by one, or maybe the owner of the necklace lived here, and the family couldn't bear to stay after she disappeared. Or the family simply died out, ran out of heirs and the house went to seed, and the Weeping Angels came later. Either way in the end, it gave into time, as all things, do, ashes to dust."
"Well, that's a cheery thought," Clara commented.
As they others were talking and the Doctor finished scanning the room, Jenny noticed a light at the end of the other hall. The others engrossed in the scanning of the room, and her curiosity getting the better of her, Jenny crept out of the room without anyone noticing her. She walked down the hall and all the way to the end of the a jointing hallway, where the room on the light had a light on. She gaped at what she saw.
The focal point of the room was an ornate bed made of ivory, shaped like a swan tucking its head under its wing. It glanced at Jenny with sleepy ruby eyes. Its feathers were like fingers holding back delicate, translucent cloth every shade of pink and red and rose and violet and purple. By the unbelievable bed stood a four-foot-tall cut crystal lamp decorated with gold and silver with a black lamp shade. There was a pink bureau drawer pressed against the right wall of the room. All on top of a opulent mauve carpet which Jenny felt a guilty about having her dirty boots on it, as she knew it must be expensive. All of it was wrapped in strawberry-colored walls.
Jenny just stared in awe. Of all the rooms they had checked so far, this was the most grand. Has the owner at the house been a movie star? A Duchess? A Queen?
But time had even brought this room to a certain state of ruin. The ivory the bed was constructed of was yellowing and everything was covered in a layer of dust.
"Just like Dad said," Jenny thought, sadly, "Ashes to dust."
Before she could dwell on it anymore, she heard Dean's voice call down the hall, "Jenny! Jenny, where are you?! Jenny, answer me!"
Jenny stepped out of the "Swan Room" into the hall, and saw Dean franticly searching for her. "Over here," She said, and Dean immediately turned to the sound of her voice. "There you are," He said, slightly pissed, walking towards her, "Where have you been?! We've been looking all over for you!"
"In here," Jenny said, leading him back to the room she found herself calling the Swan Room.
"You can't just run off like that!" Dean said, following her, "We still don't know-" His voice trailed off when he saw the room. "What the Hell?"
"I know," Jenny said, "This is just-wow."
"How did you find this place?" Dean asked.
"I saw a light on at the end of the hall," Jenny explained, "I followed it down here and I found-" She gestured around the room, "This."
"Wow," Dean said, "Exactly how much money did these people have?"
"Apparently enough to flaunt it," Jenny observed, looking around.
Dean was quiet a moment then said, "I should probably let everyone else know where you are." Then he moved back out to the doorway and called out into the hall "Hey! I found her!"
"Is she alright?!" The Doctor called back from places unseen.
"Yeah!" Dean shouted back, then his eyes going back to the bed for a second added, "I have a question about the Weeping Angels though."
"What?!" The Doctor responded sounding alarmed.
Dean's eyes darted back and forth as he said, "This, ah, might sound a little strange."
"For the love of God, Dean, spit it out!" The Doctor screamed.
"Have they, ah,..."Dean began, "Ever looked like giant swans?"
All was silent for a moment then the Doctor asked at last, "Giant swans?"
"Yeah," Dean said, "There's a bed in here that's, ah, shaped like a giant swan. After I thought on it a moment I realized that there's the slight possibility it could be...you know...one of them."
After a moment of silence, the Doctor said, "No, I have never seen nor heard of a Weeping Angel swan. Just-both of you stay there the rest of us will be with you shortly."
"Okay," Dean said, then leaned back into the room. He turned to Jenny, who was now sitting at the edge of the bed and said, "You got all that?"
"Yeah," Jenny said, "So, what do we do until they get to us?"
"I don't know," Dean, "You were the one who found this place."
"Well," Jenny said, standing up, "I didn't get a chance to really look around. Um, that's weird." That was the last thing she said as she looked around.
"What?' Dean asked.
"I don't see a closet in here," Jenny mused, still looking around, "I mean, surely the lady of the house put her clothes somewhere."
"Well," Dean said, "Maybe she put them in that." He pointed to the pink bureau drawer pressed up against the wall.
"Yeah," Jenny said, walking over to it, "You're probably right." Then noticing the jewelry box on top of the bureau she commented, "What's this?" She picked it up and inspected it. "Hey Dean," She said, "I think this is made of ivory too."
"Seriously?" Dean responded, stepping closer to Jenny, "What, did these guys invent post-itsor something?"
"It looks like some kind of jewelry box," Jenny commented, opening it up. In the box were several pieces of jewelry, five to be exact, all white diamonds set in platinum. "These- these are beautiful," Jenny said, picking up a ring and examining it. It was a band with diamond leaves etched into it.
Out of nowhere, Dean said, "Why don't you try them on?"
Surprised, Jenny turned around to look at him. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah," Dean answered, "Let's see how they look." He was certain they would look beautiful on her. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to see her in them.
"Wearing someone else's jewelry?" Jenny responded, "A person who's likely dead? Isn't that bit...disrespectful?"
"They're dead, and there are no ghost here," Dean reasoned, "They don't care."
Jenny paused a minute, contemplating this, then at last, said, "Alright. I'll do it." And with that, she slipped the ring on her right ring finger. Then she fumbled through the rest of the jewelry. Even with Dean's encouragement, she still felt like a thief. There was second one too, just one single diamond, but it looked like an engagement ring, and wearing someone else's promise just felt wrong, so Jenny put it back in the box. She slipped on a bracelet with the leaf design as the first ring on her right wrist, and picked up a pair of stud earrings. She pulled on her ear, making sure the holes from the time she got them pierced hadn't grown up. They had. Oh, well, she never really liked earrings anyway. Them picked up a pendent necklace with diamonds designed into shapes of flowers and stems on a long chain. Silently deciding she liked her own pendent better she was about to put it back when she noticed a then line in the side of the platinum oval. She opened it up and discovered it was a locket, with a old picture of woman approaching middle age with girl who looked to be about ten, her daughter, maybe. She was a pretty young girl who had the same chestnut hair as her mother, with deep green eyes and high cheekbones. There was something about her that seemed familiar but Jenny couldn't put her figure on it. "Hey, Dean," She said, hopping maybe he knew, "Come take a look at this."
Dean walked closer to her until he was right behind her and looked at the picture. "Mom's kinda a babe," He observed, smiling.
Jenny gave him a look.
"Well she is," Was all Dean had to say for himself.
"But look at the daughter," Jenny said, holding out the picture for him to see, "Doesn't she look familiar to you?"
"Yeah," Dean said, taking the locket and looking for her, "Yeah, she does."
"That's what I thought," Jenny said, "But where could we both have seen her? I mean, we've known each other exactly one day. And we're literally from different universes who could we both have met?"
Suddenly it hit Dean who this could be. "I think I know who this is."
When he didn't say anything else Jenny asked, "Who?"
"What about...I don't know about ten years on her she could be our waitress from the dinner," Dean said.
Jenny snatched back the locket and looked at the girl and pictured the image of the girl who had served them in her mind. She had been in her early twenties and had seemed a little skittish. And she did bear the features of the girl in the picture. "Oh, my God," Jenny said, barely believing what she was seeing even as all the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, "She must be the first, the one the Weeping Angels brought forward in time starting the rips. " She sat herself on the edge of the bead, saying, "Better be sure first," And started pulling at the glass covering the picture.
"Ah, Jenny," Dean began, somewhat confused, "What are you doing?"
"Trying to get the panel open," Jenny explained, "I want to see if there's any information written on the back." Just then as if on cue the picture popped out of the locket. Jenny looked on the back and read around, "Rebecca and Ivy, 1962." She looked and said, "Ivy, wasn't that the name on her tag?"
"Yeah, " Dean confirmed, "And if this picture was taken in 1962 she'd be the age of the waitress when peace symbols started getting big."
"So it all adds up," Jenny said, "Ivy was taken by the Weeping Angels and not knowing what else to do, just assimilated best she could." She paused a minute before adding, "Did we just solve a mystery that there was absolutely no hope of solving?"
"Yeah," Dean said, the reality of the situation hitting him as well, grinning, "I guess we did."
Jenny raised her arm off and said, "I believe the custom in situations like this is a high-five?"
"Alright," Dean said, semi-awkwardly, "High-five." And with that his hand met hers in the air. As Dean pulled back for some reason, maybe it was the romantic atmosphere of the room, maybe it was the thrill of the moment, he wasn't sure, but it was as if he was seeing Jenny for the first time, and he was stuck by her beauty. Suddenly, impulsively, Dean grabbed Jenny's arm and pulled her in and kissed her. Jenny looked surprised, but kissed him back. Then, just as quickly as he had pulled her in, he jerked away, and stood up. "I shouldn't have done that," Dean said, ruefully.
"No, it's alright," Jenny insisted, standing up as well, "I kissed you back."
"But-" Dean's voice trailed off, "Your father's right behind us."
Jenny turned around to see the Doctor, Clara, and Sam staring at them with looks ranging from shock to contempt.
"This isn't what it looks like," Jenny said, pulling Dean's jacket tighter around her sheepishly.
"We weren't-"Dean began, for some reason, laying a arm around Jenny.
The Doctor raised his hand to silence them both. "I'm gonna overlook this, whatever this is, and we'll never speak of this again. Now Mr. Winchester, please kindly remove your arm from my daughter. "
Dean's arm quickly slipped off Jenny shoulder, slick as a fish with nervous sweat.
The Doctor quickly scanned the room with his Sonic Screwdriver, looked at the readings, then said, "Well, at least on good thing came out of this. I now know that epicenter of the tears is definitely not in this house and so, it's definitely in the garden."
"But Dad," Jenny said, extending the picture towards the Doctor, "Look what we found."
The Doctor took the picture from Jenny. To him, it just looked like an ordinary picture. "Yes," He said somewhat awkwardly, not getting the significance, " I see, a picture. Yes, it's a very nice picture."
"It's not just the picture," Jenny, "We were looking at the little girl and realized she looked familiar and we realized she was our waitress at the dinner who was about, like twenty, but, look at the date on the picture." She turned it around in her father's hand so that he was looking at the back.
"Oh," The Doctor said, reading the date as everything clicked together, "You think this girl is the person the Angels took."
"Yes, that's exactly what we think," Jenny said, "So what now?"
"If your right about this," The Doctor began, "Taking her back to her own time could be the key to fixing the rips. Do you think you could recognize her if you saw her again?"
"Yeah," Dean cut in.
"Then we need to get back to that dinner," Turning around, the Doctor continued, "Come on, let's go."
Jenny hurried after the Doctor, followed by Clara. As Dean walked through the doorway his and Sam's gazes met. After a moment, Sam said, "Do you even listen when I talk?" And then walked away.
The group made their way out of the house and to the front lawn, where both the TADRIS and the Impala were parked. Out of habit, Sam and Dean headed towards the car, while the Doctor and Clara headed back the space-time machine, also due to force of habit. Jenny, who was unaccustomed to either vehicle, cleared her throat loudly, alerting the pairs to the fact that they were going in two different directions. "Okay," Jenny said, "I'll ask the question we're all thinking: who's are we talking?"
They looked at each other for a moment, then at last Dean spoke, "It think we should take my baby here because it blends in better."
"Well," The Doctor said, stepping over to the TARDIS and laying a hand on her side, "I think we should use my baby because she can get there faster. And time is of the essence here, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes," Dean said smoothly ,"Which is another reason to take mind because with her history a blue wooden box appearing out of thin air is gonna make her blot."
The Doctor was quiet for a second. As much as he hated to admit it, Dean had a point. "Alright," The Doctor relented, "We'll take your car."