The 's' word is in this a lot, so if you're iffy with swears be warned, aha:) finally managed to introduce Brian into this, and about timelines, it's after Dinosaurs on a Spaceship.
"I'm going to talk to Amy," Rory mumbled sheepishly, shying away from the eyes that followed him as he excused himself from the room.
"Have you been sleeping under a rock for the past week, or are you just heartless?" Dean hissed aggressively towards The Doctor. "Can't you see how much all that shit's messed him up?"
"I'm sorry-"
"Sorry? Sorry? You really think sorry's going to cover it?! The only person you've been thinking about is yourself- how bad you feel because you're guilty, how much you don't want to tell us because of the repercussions that will affect you, how you refuse to treat yourself because of how you feel!"
"It's complicated, Dean."
"Complicated?! What the hell is complicated about this? You're going to die, even though you don't even have to, and you would've happily ruined Rory's life had he not told us. Simple as pie."
"I hope you understand that I've felt terrible about what I've done to Rory-"
"Yeah, you felt terrible. It's all about how you feel, isn't it Doctor?"
The silence diffused through the room, seeping into every inch of the room. The Doctor clenched his fists, his mind a blank canvas on how to reply. Dean gritted his teeth, watching as the guilt spread across The Doctor's face. He went to speak, but after taking another glance at Dean's expression, his throat clenched shut, succumbing to the overwhelming silence that danced around him, taunting him and trying to push him into the corner.
...
"Amy!-" Rory burst through the doors of the TARDIS. "I'm so sorry..."
"Why do you have to be so stupid?" she shook her head, seeming to be more angry than upset.
"Please, just calm down..."
"He's dying Rory! Don't you think that's something we all ought to have known?"
"You're going to try and force him to treat himself, and he's going to get angry, and-"
"Is that what you think I'm going to do, Rory?! That's why you didn't tell me?" Amy stared at the floor, biting her lip. "I'm not the idiot you seem to take me for! I'm not going to try and argue with him- it's his choice, okay?"
"Amy, I don't think you're an idio-"
"Oh, so you think I'm too emotionally attached to him to make what you think is a rational decision, then?"
"Maybe because it's the truth! You'll end up pestering him every day about it, or guilt tripping him into making choices that he really doesn't want to make-"
"Do you hear yourself, Rory?" she stopped him from speaking, raising her voice. "You're actually alright with him letting himself die, even though he doesn't have to?"
"And you wonder why I didn't tell you!" his fingernails dug into his palms as he clenched his fists.
"Rory-"
"I'll go stay at my dad's tonight, okay?" his voice broke on the last word as he headed for the door. "We both need to calm down, and I really... I'm a mess."
"I'm sorry," Amy spoke after a moment of silence, having calmed down a little. "I'm just upset, and I'm angry and I'm taking it all out on you. I've just found out that my best friend is going to die- do you really expect me to be okay?"
"I need to clear my head," Rory was rambling now, his words colliding together.
"You don't have to stay at your dad's tonight."
"I want to, Amy. I feel like complete and utter shit, and he's always been the only one able to talk any sense into me," he laughed half heartedly, the tears welling in his eyes, edging closer towards his wife as she seemed to relax a little. "I'm scared, Amy. I'm shit scared."
"Hey, Hey, Hey!" she noticed the lump in his throat as it seeped into his every word. "There's no need to cry..."
"Can you give me a lift to my dad's?" she winced, noticing how much he sounded like the little kid she knew him as from childhood.
...
"You've reached Sam's voicemail, leave a message after the tone," the words rang through Dean's phone.
"Where the hell are you, Sammy?" he grumbled. "Call me back when you get this, okay?"
"Sam not answering his phone?" Amy entered the living room to collect her car keys.
"Nope," Dean chucked his phone onto the couch. "Where's Rory?"
"He's going to stay at his dad's tonight. He hasn't seen him for a while because we've been travelling... I'm just going to give him a lift."
...
"Where have you been for the last month or so?" Rory's father Brian laughed as he let his son in. "Away travelling with The Doctor again?"
"Yeah," Rory forced a smile. "Mind if I stay here tonight?"
"Everything's okay with you and Amy, isn't it? You're not fighting again?"
"We're fine," he stared at the floor, feeling his voice break with his words.
Brian remained silent, watching his son be reduced to a tiny little boy. His smile softened, and he placed a comforting hand on his son's shoulder as they sat on the sofa. It took everything he had to stop himself from breaking down at the sound of Rory's sobs, and even still, he almost burst into tears himself.
"Did something happen on your trip?"
"Kind of," his eyes drifted off, squinting at the sight of something unusual in the corner.
"What is it? What are you looking at?"
"Hmm?" Rory turned his head. "I wasn't looking at anything."
"You were looking at something over there!" Brian pointed to the empty corner. "What was there?"
"Okay," Rory wiped the tears from his eyes quickly, looking around for two pens. "Just as a precaution... If you see anything- a monster of some sort... mark your hand."
Ten minutes later, and their arms were littered with pen marks. Rory's eyes shifted throughout the room. Lifting the pen with his shaking fingers to the only free space on the back of his hand, he drew three lines beside his knuckles.
"What are they?" Brian found himself drawing another mark on his wrist. "Why can't I remember what they look like?"
"The Silence," Rory explained, taking note of the one he'd just noticed standing by the television. "They make you forget you ever saw them, but as long as we mark our arms, we know they're there and that we've just seen one."
"I prefer the sassy robots."
"Me too, Dad. Me too..."