A/N: My followers basically doubled in one day, so thank you new and old followers! This chapter is a separate baby, not inserting Amy into any episode. I'm axiously awaiting this Thursday for Wayward Sisters! I have an idea of where I want her in all of that, but clearly need to see the episode. I have one more chapter I need to get through to catch Amy up to where I want her to be before Jack came back. Hopefully y'all like it as much as I do!
Obvs, I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.
Amy walked in on the boys talking, her black coat on and duffel over her shoulder.
"Where the hell are you going?" Dean blurts out.
"Claire called," Amy was pulling her keys out of her pocket, "sounds like a wendigo to me, but we'll see."
"Do want us to come too?" Sam asked, ready to move.
Amy shook her head, "No, you two keep looking for Jack and let me know if you hear anything. Last time I fought a wendigo, I was completely alone. This time I'll have Claire by my side. We'll be alright."
Amy walked over to the garage and Dean followed her closely. Throwing her bag into the back of her truck, she turned in a huff and jumped at the closeness of Dean.
"It's not like I snuck up on you sweetheart," Dean half smiled.
"I knew you were there, I just didn't know you were right there," Amy patted his chest.
"Sorry," Dean was rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Be careful out there."
Amy tilted her head and smiled. She smoothed out his shirt, "Always am."
Dean pulled her in for a huge hug and kissed the top of her head. He almost asked her to come back to the bunker after her hunt, but thought better of getting any closer to her than he had been.
Amy wrapped her arms around his waist, closed her eyes, and sighed. She almost asked Dean to come with her. Almost.
A couple weeks later, Claire and Amy were deep undercover in a case. When they came into town, three women were missing, and they all had one thing in common; they all worked for the same company. So they had successfully gotten jobs in a stuffy office building, thanks to Amy's amazing bullshit resumes and fake contacts. One of the missing women had turned up dead just the day before, and Amy was fairly certain what they were hunting.
Claire was answering phones at the front desk when Sam and Dean Winchester came walking in. Looking up, she hid her recognition quickly, "How can I help you?"
The boys kept their surprise hidden in public as well as they flashed badges, "FBI."
A perky brunette sharing the large, circular desk shimmied over, "Oh, you must be investigating Laura's murder!"
Claire rolled her eyes, "I thought Laura was your friend."
"Of course. Everyone loved Laura!" the girl responded.
Sam gave a thin-lipped, disapproving look, "We are looking into a couple disappearances as well."
"Right," Dean added, "So we need to be able to ask a few questions."
"You need Loretta," she nodded. "She's head of HR now and can organize everything for you."
"Great, where can we find Loretta?" Dean impatiently asked.
Claire jumped up, "I'll take you there." She was getting out from behind the desk to lead them to the elevators.
The three stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut. "What are you doing here?" Sam asked.
Claire rolled her eyes, "Same thing you are, duh." Crossing her arms, "I told Amy to update you guys so this didn't happen again. It's like she hopes you're just gonna randomly show up." Dean gave a sly smirk at her words. "Anyway, I'm Sarah and Amy is Loretta."
"As in the Loretta you're taking us to?" Sam questioned.
"Oh yeah, she got herself the nice, cozy office and put me in the line of common public fire."
"This is rich," Dean began chiding. "You look great, by the way." He didn't even attempt to hold in his chuckling.
Claire grimaced as she pushed her hair behind her ears, Amy having forced her to take out her braids and straighten it for the role. She adjusted her black slacks, checking that her shirt was still tucked in.
The elevator doors slid open to a bland, grey office area. Desks were separated by partitions, creating cubicles that those tall enough could look over. Claire confidently strode down to the right and led them to the office in the far corner. The door name read Loretta James and was closed, so Claire knocked.
"Come in!" Amy's voice rang out.
Claire gingerly opened the door and spoke before Sam and Dean were revealed, "The FBI is here and would like to set up appointments to interview employees."
Amy was sitting at the desk facing the door. She was wearing a blue blouse that hung loosely to her, the cut low enough to show a little cleavage, but high enough to still be considered modest. Her hair was up in a loose bun with strands framing her face, a pen sticking out of the bun. Her eyes were framed by black rims. As she looked up, the man sitting in front of her turned and saw the three at the door. Amy was glad for that as her façade dropped for a millisecond.
"Jerry," Amy's voice was stern, "we're done." As the boys and Claire entered the room, Jerry was rushing past. "Close the door, please, Sarah."
Dean smiled wide, "Well, Ms. James, you look –"
"Please stop," Claire interrupted, "I have a hard enough time keeping my lunch down with Polly Perfect down stairs."
Amy stood and revealed she was wearing a pinstriped skirt that hugged her curves and had a flare just above her knees. Her heels clicked against the wood floor, "My, my," Amy sat on the edge of the desk with her arms crossed, "Always gotta try to steal my cases, don't ya?"
Dean swallowed hard as his eyes roved over her body, "Maybe if you communicated better, we would know where you are on a more consistent basis."
Amy laughed and walked over to give both boys a hug. "We've gotten some good gossip and I have some people of interest. I'll let you know which ones are of most interest for your interviews."
"If you think it will help," Sam answered.
"It's gotta be someone here that's poisoning these women, and we have our suspicions as to who," Amy shrugged, "maybe you two can narrow it down."
"Poisoning?" Dean asked.
Claire scoffed, "Did you guys not go see the body yet? We've got a djinn."
"Well, that's awesome," Dean's voice held a sarcastic note.
Amy chuckled, "Ok, well, Mandy's office is still unused, so we can set up there and call people in."
It was winding down to the end of the workday and Amy was in her office fielding employee's concerns over the FBI questioning.
"For the last time," Amy barked, leading Jerry out of her office by the forearm. "These are just simple interviews that they have asked for. At this point, no one is being targeted as suspects. If we didn't comply, they would just come back with the correct paperwork to force us to comply. Do you want to look guilty? Because refusing to answer a few questions is a good way to look guilty."
"N-n-no," Jerry was stammering, pulling away and rolling his sleeves down. "I'm just, just worried that. I mean, do they really think someone here could have-"
"I don't know, Jerry," Amy's frown deepened. "I'm not the FBI."
Dean was walking in at that moment, "Although with that look, she could certainly do the job."
Jerry turned quickly and bee lined out. Amy shook her head and headed back towards her desk as Dean shut the door. Amy was clearing her desk as he walked over, "What a cowardly pervert."
"He get fresh with you?" Dean's voice sounded as if he would go back out and punch Jerry.
"He wouldn't dare," Amy turned around and leaned on the edge of the desk again. "But his comments to the women in this office are going to get him fired." Amy took a deep breath, "Come up with anything good?"
Dean was looking up and down her body, "Seems as if all the women started acting weird after lunch one day. Mandy was talking about the child she lost in a miscarriage as if it hadn't died, Laura mentioned something about her high school sweetheart that died in a car crash coming to visit, and Sheri was freaking out about work. Sheri is the one that makes no sense."
Amy nodded, "Yeah, she was head of HR and the first to go missing. I'm not sure why it seems as if everyone else had dreams coming true while Sheri was scared. They all had lunch here, and I expect that's when they all were poisoned. But this place has a lot of people on lunch at one time."
"Who would you put money on?"
"I thought Jerry, but," Amy shook her head, "I don't think the djinn would attract so much negative attention."
Dean had been moving closer and now stood directly in front of Amy, "That's a nice outfit. I really like the glasses."
Amy began laughing but the sound was swallowed by Dean's lips. She raised her hands up to feel his strong chest beneath the white button up he was wearing. Ever so lightly she pushed him away. Dean took a few steps back and the door swung open with Sam charging in.
"Are there any more you think would be of interest?" Sam asked, looking at Amy.
"Only Charlotte," Amy crossed her arms and shrugged, "but she went home early. I've got her address on file, I was intending on taking a look around tonight." Amy had walked back around the desk and grabbed a file that Dean grabbed from her hands. "I found it interesting she suddenly was sick when her turn was next."
Dean handed the file and the keys to the Impala to Sam, "Take Claire and get ready for killing a djinn. We'll meet you at the motel."
"Yeah," Sam was being pushed out of the door, "no problem." He gave one of his overly expressive, knowing smiles as Dean shut the door and locked it. Amy had been ignoring the exchange and was about to grab her blazer when Dean turned her roughly and began the kiss again.
His hands were reaching down and pulling her skirt up. Amy peeled her lips away and grabbed his hands, "Dean, seriously?"
"I locked the door," Dean made it sound oh so practical as he bent to bite at her neck just below her jaw line.
Amy groaned as she released his hands and allowed him to finish the task of pulling up her skirt. He pushed her lace panties down and Amy kicked them to the side. Dean grabbed her waist and picked her up to sit on the desk, still kissing and nipping at her neck. Amy grabbed his belt buckle and made quick work of getting him free. Dean only pushed his pants down as far as he needed.
"Mr. Winchester," Amy smiled as she wrapped her hand around his large, already hard cock. "This is not office appropriate behavior."
"Fuck woman," Dean groaned out.
Amy giggled darkly as she moved her mouth to his, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth and lining him up to her entrance. Dean grabbed her wrists; she released his lip, and he held her hands to the desk as he pushed in hard. Amy moaned and threw her head back. Dean reached up and tangled his fingers in the loose bun as he licked, nipped, and sucked along her neck and collarbone; pumping furiously. She brought her now free hand to grab at his short locks and wrapped her legs around him. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and she held on to his shoulders for support as he went harder and faster.
"F-fuck," Amy let out as her orgasm was building. Dean bit just below her ear and her orgasm ripped a scream from her, to which he quickly covered her mouth with his to stifle the sound. As she quieted and her walls fluttered around his large cock, his own orgasm gave way with a groan stifled in her hair. The action caused her to whimper.
They held on to each other for a moment as they came down from their high, breathing heavy. As Dean let her loose and backed away, he helped guide her down to stand on the ground. He began zipping himself back up and Amy grabbed her panties off the floor, put them on, and smoothed down her skirt.
"That's definitely the most fun this office has ever seen," Amy grinned as she grabbed the blazer and put it on. She took her hair out of the messed up bun it was in and rearranged it in a smooth ponytail. She cleared her throat, "Alright, ready to hunt a djinn?"
Amy had made Dean drive her truck to his motel room as she had a change of clothes in the cab and she changed while he drove.
"That is super distracting," Dean stated as he stopped at a red light and looked over at the passenger seat to her topless figure. Her skirt already switched out for black leggings, tennis shoes on, glasses gone, and a sports bra in the midst of replacing the lacey underwire.
"That is my goal," Amy smiled at him as her breasts were finally covered. She reached in her bag and pulled out a dark blue tank top and pulled it over her head as the light turned green and he had to look away again. Amy was putting on a black flannel and buttoning just the bottom few when she asked, "Any news on finding Jack since the whole demon fiasco?"
Dean shook his head as he pulled into the motel parking lot, "Nada." He put the truck in park, took the keys out, and threw them to Amy before she jumped out. "I can't believe you love a truck you swiped off a demon so damn much."
"I've always wanted one of these!" Amy closed her door and patted it. It was a deep blue Chevy Silverado Texas Edition and it did not fail her fantasies. "Bigger is always better." She winked as she passed Dean who had opened the motel door and motioned to let her in, ladies first style.
"Oh for God's sake!" Claire yelled, "Please stop." Claire and Sam were sitting at the small table against the window of the motel. Claire had her hair up in a messy ponytail and had on a black tank top with a light jean jacket, black jeans, and boots. Sam was changed into layers of Jeans, boots, a black t-shirt and a red flannel.
"I was talking about my truck, Claire," Amy snipped as she sat on the couch. Dean made his way to his bag and walked to the bathroom to change.
"Right," Claire rolled her eyes as she slouched further into her chair, "And it took you two this long to get here because traffic was bad."
Amy shrugged, "We all ready to check on our possible killer?"
Claire scowled at her, "Can't be Charlotte." Amy looked up with a question in her eyes. Claire answered, "Because she was more than sick, she was poisoned. She was talking about her parents waiting for her, according to Daniella." Claire gave the name as much contempt as she could. "One problem, Charlotte was orphaned when she was twelve. I've tried her phone, no answer. I tried her husband, and he hasn't seen her all day."
Amy tilted her head, "Claire, what time did Daniella go on lunch?"
"Same as always," Claire spoke, "Exactly noon."
"So did Charlotte," Amy responded looking to the two hunters. Dean was walking out of the bathroom dressed in dark blue jeans, boots, a dark grey t-shirt and a dark, multi-colored flannel shirt. "Claire, you missed the memo. Hunters have to wear flannel today."
"Haha," Dean belted out, "are we going to do this or what?"
"Plan's changed," Sam answered, "sounds like we need to look into Daniella."
"That overly perky front desk girl?"
Claire shot up, "Hell yes, I knew that chick was too fucking perfect."
The four hunters reached the apartment complex Daniella supposedly lived. Sam and Amy were in the small front lobby while Dean and Claire were waiting just outside the unlocked door, prepared to jump in armed.
Looking at the apartments' buzzers Amy revealed, "Well, her address on file is a lie. These numbers start at 101 and she said she lived in 8."
"None of these are her last name either?" Sam pointed to the signs next to the dingy buttons.
"Nope," Amy was dejected as she went back outside. She looked to Dean and Claire and found Dean holding a struggling Claire, "What the hell?!"
"I don't know," Dean answered. "She said something about her parents and started fighting me when I reminded her they're dead!" Claire was kicking in the air yelling for him to let her go.
"Think about that for two damn seconds, Winchester!" Amy yelled as she was rushing over, Sam directly behind her. "Her parents? And she's been with that wench every day for the last three days!"
"Daniella poisoned her?" Sam asked.
"Son of a Bitch!" Dean shouted as Claire planted one of her feet backwards and hit his groin. He released her and Sam tried to capture her.
"Stop!" Amy yelled, "Let's just follow her."
Sam and Amy had followed Claire on foot to the outskirts of the city to warehouses that were no longer in use. Before Claire could enter in, Amy ran and knocked her upside the head with the butt of her gun. Catching her as she fell and waiting for Dean to pull up in the Impala. Sam grabbed Claire from her arms and carried her into the backseat of the car. All three were armed with goat blood dipped silver knives and their guns.
As they went inside the building Claire was about to enter they fanned out, Dean heading up the stairs, Sam going left, and Amy going right. Amy reached a small room that looked as if it used to be an office and saw two people she didn't recognize, at first.
"Amelia," the man's deep voice boomed. "You've been a very bad girl." He was taking his belt off his loops as the woman leaned against the wall with a mean look, just watching the scene. Amy's heart jumped to her throat as he stalked closer to her and she screamed, dropping to the floor. The room lit into a blazing fire in an instant.
Hearing Amy's screams caused Sam and Dean to turn and begin to sprint in her direction. Dean was stopped by Daniella, who was now blue and covered in tattoos.
"Fucking hell," Dean grunted as he ran after her with the knife.
Sam reached Amy who was hysterical in a tiny office room, screaming about a fire. He grabbed hold of her shoulders, "Amy! There is no fire, Amy. You're here, with me."
Amy looked to him wide-eyed, frightened, "Sam?" Her voice was feeble as her eyes darted around the room. "I killed my parents."
"I-I know," Sam began. "You told us, they were abusive and you killed them in the fire trying to protect yourself."
"No, Sam," Amy grabbed hold of his arms and whispered, "I remember killing my parents."
Sam's face fell as Dean walked in, looking a little worse for wear, "Djinn is gone. What the hell is going on here?"
Amy's panic-stricken face looked up to him while Sam continued to look at her, "I think her amnesia is wearing away."
Dean's face held a worried expression as he crouched down to hold Amy in his arms. Sam stood and backed away, allowing him to comfort her. Her greatest fear coming to life and they had no way to help or make it stop. Sam ran his hands through his hair and paced as Dean helped Amy to stand as she breathed deep and calmed.
Amy pulled away from Dean a little, "Where are the victims?"
"I didn't find them," Dean released his hold. "I heard you scream and turned and there was Daniella."
"Upstairs?" Amy spoke as she walked. "They're probably up there then, let's go."
"Amy, don't you think-?" Sam was using his concerned voice.
"No, I don't, Sam. I think I need to save these people." Amy was rushing up the stairs with the boys hot on her heels. Shortly after reaching the top Amy stumbled, Dean catching her. In front of her was a bloodied boy, crying, begging her to stop and his arm broke of its own accord. "Oh my fucking god!"
"What? What is it?" Dean was pleading, "Please talk to me."
"It's an interesting fear," a voice spoke from the far end. Jerry was leaning against a doorway, "Afraid of just her own memories flooding back."
Sam aimed his gun and Dean stood while aiming his gun in Jerry's direction, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Jerry smirked, "I warned Daniella she was doing too much, too fast. Then I heard you two call our new head of HR, Amy. I knew what you three were and had to take action quickly."
"Fucking Jerry. Amy suspected you from the beginning," Claire had walked in during the confrontation and was heading up the stairs.
Amy had curled into the fetal position on the ground and was silent as memories waived over her. Dean began shooting and Jerry ducked into the room behind him, Dean sprinting over.
"Oh hell to the fucking no!" Claire was screaming and running just behind Dean.
Sam stayed by Amy who had begun screaming as the shots went off; holding, rocking, and shushing her. Unsure what he could say as he had no idea what memories were playing in her mind. The sounds of fighting, screaming, and gunshots were just background noise as Sam hoped that killing the second djinn would take the memories away.
There was a deafening silence as Amy clung to Sam, her sobs slowing as things stayed quiet. Dean was carrying a lifeless woman and Claire was aiding another walking on her own. Sam looked to Dean, unsure what to do.
"Get her to the car," Dean spoke. Sam nodded and picked Amy up with ease and began walking down the stairs with her.
As they exited the building, the woman Claire had been helping pointed off to a far lot, a small sedan visible, "That's my car. Put Mandy in and I'll take her to the hospital."
"Charlotte, are you sure?" Claire paused as Dean was already walking towards the car.
She nodded, "Go take care of your friend and I will take care of mine."
As the two came back to the Impala, the scene in front of them was more of the Amy they had known all this time. Pushing Sam away and standing, "I'm fine! See?" She spun around, "The djinn are killed and I'm all better now."
"Everyone in the car," Dean ordered. "There is still a dead body in there and I'm sure those girls are going to alert authorities to as soon as they get in the hospital doors." On the drive back to the motel, his eyes darted in his rearview mirror repeatedly, watching an uncommonly slient Amy.
The daylight was fading fast as Dean approached the door that was Amy's room. He knocked and waited as she unlocked everything and opened the door. Her eyes were rimmed red; she looked as if she most certainly had been crying.
"You're stuck with the memories now," Dean wasn't asking, he knew. She looked up to him shakily and gave one, slow nod. "Do you want me to leave?"
Her face was downcast; looking at the ground, as she ever so slightly shook her head in a no. Dean grabbed her in a strong hug, her tears instantly staining his shirt. Sam and Claire were near the boys' room as they looked on, concern etched on their faces. Dean looked over and shared a silent conversation with Sam; he had this one, stay with Claire.
Slowly, Dean led Amy into the room and sat her down on a chair just inside as he locked the door and relined the salt he noticed she had messed up opening the door to greet him. He crouched down so Amy wouldn't have to look up at him, "I'm not going anywhere."
Amy gave a feeble smile as large droplets escaped her eyes. She wiped them away angrily, "This is so fucking stupid. I can't even make sense of half these so-called memories. It's like someone that isn't even me experienced them and they're out of order and impossible."
Dean nodded in understanding, "In a way, it was a completely different person." He was squeezing her thighs and hoping that he really did have this one, Sam was usually better at the emotional crap.
Amy put her hands on either side of his face, "You're an amazingly wonderful and beautiful man."
Dean gave a small, shy smile as he tried to pull her hands away, but Amy was having none of that and pulled him to her. There is nothing sexy about kissing someone who has been bawling, but Amy needed the comfort of human touch. Dean allowed her to lead the kiss, slow and soft, her arms encircling him.
Amy released him and quickly looked away from him, the emotions that had been threatening her for over a year now bubbling to the surface in her time of vulnerability. Ever so quietly she asked, "Will you stay here tonight? I don't want to be alone."
"Of course, sweetheart," Dean responded as he stood. "We'll order delivery and watch whatever you want."
"What if I choose a cheesy romantic comedy?" she teased.
"Then I will watch in misery," Dean answered, causing her to laugh. Dean had his back turned while dialing to order some pizza and Amy missed the relief wash over his face as he heard that tinkling laugh escape her lips. She was going to be ok, she had to be ok.
The two were snuggling in together on the same bed. Legs tangled under the blanket, Amy's head resting on his chest, and Dean was lightly playing with her hair thoughtlessly. Amy lightly caressed his arm and squeezed at his bicep, looking up to his face that was looking at the television.
Dean looked down to her and smiled, "What is it, princess?"
Amy searched him and breathed out, "I want you."
Dean chuckled, "You have me, right here." He hugged her tight.
She shook her head and moved up, lips almost touching his, "I want you."
Dean froze as he knew this would be a bad idea. This here, now, in her state, would be full of emotions he shouldn't be feeling and shouldn't be allowing her to feel, but her body pressed so close was distracting him from that fact.
Amy knew he was right to have that hesitation, they shouldn't do this. This would be more than sex, but that's exactly what she wanted. "Please, Dean," her hand made it to graze the stubble on his cheek.
"You have me," Dean just barely breathed out before he closed that little distance. They kissed with a passion neither allowed themselves to give before. Both of them feeling each other as if in desperate need, but it was a need that transcended the physical touches.
Amy was pulling his shirt up and broke the kiss to finish her task, crashing back to his lips the moment she could. Feeling every inch of him she could reach, one leg pulling him as close as possible with her hips slowly rocking against his thigh. Dean let out a small moan as she released his lips and kissed down his neck to his chest, her fingers playing small patterns everywhere she touched.
He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, revealing her full breasts. He grabbed her close again, copying her pattern of small, light, loving touches with just the kiss being deep and relentless. With a groan, Amy pushed him onto his back and straddled him. The kiss didn't break and their hips were moving in time with each other. Both of their bottoms were still on, but Amy could feel the hardened cock through their layers. She was torn between wanting to keep the kiss and wanting so much more.
She hooked her fingers into his boxers and began trailing kisses on his cheek, past his neck, and down his torso, being sure to show each nipple affection. As she moved down his stomach, she pulled his underwear down, him lifting just enough off the bed to allow her and keep watching her actions. With Dean's clothing thoroughly strewn around the room, Amy began kissing up the insides of his thighs, her hands roaming any and all skin they could touch. One hand reached around the base of his massive girth as her mouth encompassed around his balls. Dean fell back and precum emerged from his head.
Amy continued to lap and suck at his sack as her hand moved up his shaft and a finger traced the precum around the mushroom top. His dick twitched as she began licking the underside of him slowly and took in his head and continued to move him into her mouth. After a few strokes of her tongue working magic, Dean looked back to her. She looked up as she was moving up again, his hips involuntarily moved at the look in her eyes. And he had to get her to stop or everything would end far too quickly.
The movement was harsher than he meant as he pulled her off and she sat back on her feet. "I'm sorry sweetheart," he was coming to her, "I just can't let it end there."
She bit her lip as he pulled down her shorts and moved to let them free from her body. He kissed up her side, his hands greedily taking in every inch of skin they could touch. He knelt up with her and held both sides of her face in his hands to pull her in for another unbelievable kiss. He hadn't allowed himself to believe these emotions would ever be allowed to him again and it was scaring the crap out of him. He didn't let the fear stop him.
Amy wrapped her arms around him in the kiss, scared of the feelings she had never felt before and elated he was letting her have them, at least for now. One of his hands came down to her folds and could feel she was already wet as he circled her clit and pushed in one finger. Her arms tightened around him as her back arched to his touch. She let go of the kiss while he ever so gently teased her while they knelt there. They looked into each other's eyes and Amy could feel herself coming undone as she grabbed his wrist.
Still staring into her eyes as if he could stare straight into her soul he echoed her words, "I want you."
She moved in close and began lining herself over him, "I'm yours." Her voice was low and breathy as she slowly worked his dick into her.
When she reached the hilt, Dean flipped her onto her back without exiting. He did it with such strength and grace that Amy gasped her surprised. He caged her in with his arms and began kissing again. They worked together slowly and Amy could feel the coil inside tighten. She released the kiss and they held each other close, mouths breathing next to each other's ears.
Amy felt the pressure building, "I'm gonna-"
"I'm right here with you," Dean moved to kiss her again.
Together they reached orgasm, silent and holding on to the kiss for dear life.
Dean stayed still above her as they breathed heavily, he didn't want to move. Didn't want to go back to the reality that this could not be something they had in their lives regularly. Amy held him, and kissed his shoulder; perfectly content if he stayed there all night, even if he was a bit heavy.
Throughout the night, Amy would stir and mumble in her sleep and Dean would hold her close and tight. His actions caused her to quiet again and he was genuinely happy that he had that effect on her. As morning came in, Amy had been fairly still in her sleep for a long time and Dean left the bed to shower.
He was just finishing getting dressed when he heard a scream; he jumped and ran to Amy. She was sitting on the bed, clutching the blankets to her and taking deep breaths in through her nose and out of her mouth. "What happened? Are you ok?"
Amy shook her head so furiously her hair began covering her face, "They're not stopping. It's like a flood gate was opened." Dean grabbed her up in his arms and sat on the bed with her as she calmed.
"Maybe you should come back with me and Sam," Dean spoke gently.
Amy pulled away and began to get off the bed, "I need to find that doctor. These memories are really confusing. He's the only link to my past that I know of and I need answers."
Dean stood and watched her movements as she was gathering clothes out of a bag, "You're not going alone."
She froze almost to the bathroom. Slowly she turned, "I'm pretty sure you don't have the right to make that call."
"You are not going alone," Dean's decision was set. He was not going to let her go through this alone. "I assume we're going to Wisconsin."
Amy groaned as she turned and went to take her shower. While Amy was in there, Dean went to Sam and Claire, explained what was happening, and told them he was going with her to find the doctor. Sam was going to go back to the bunker to keep researching and looking for Jack. Claire had found another case she was packed and ready to leave for. They were going to say goodbye once she was finished getting ready and everyone was going to split up.