Author's Notes: School is destroying me. No writing time, failing math, hearing that the guy I like asked someone else to homecoming. Just splendid. Enjoy the chapter!

The door to the Impala creaked open slowly. A pair of boots landed on soft grass and the door was mostly shut behind them. The boots carried their owner to the front of the Impala where green eyes began to appraise the hood of the car. Arms crossed automatically in a defensive gesture. Words were not said as only the crickets were allowed to disturb the silence.

Dean Winchester glanced over at Amy. She was sleepless, possibly a symptom of her recent time travel. Now she was standing beside his car, watching as he lounged back on the hood, beer in hand. The skies were bright with stars but neither had eyes for anything but each other. The silence was almost tangible as Amy moved closer to the strong man.

There was something about Dean that Amy couldn't quite figure out. She felt both drawn to him and incredibly frightened. She moved closer as a way to face her fear of him although she didn't join him on the hood. She felt she wouldn't be welcomed. But Amy needed company tonight. She couldn't bear to spend another night alone.

"Sam asleep?" Dean asked gruffly, noting how she didn't sit next to him.

"Yeah. He fell asleep quick." Amy shuffled her feet awkwardly, not sure how to talk to this man.

"Yeah, well that's Sammy." Dean agreed, taking a pull on his beer. He didn't like the way she made him feel so guilty. The beer helped ease the feeling but it still felt as though his stomach was being crushed. He didn't like that feeling. He also didn't like that he had no idea where it came from. "Why aren't you passed out?" He wondered, pulling a beer out from the cooler next to him and offering it to her.

"No thanks." She pushed the beer away. "Just couldn't sleep."

"Well, there's not always a bed when we go places." Dean defended immediately, prepared to tell her this was exactly the sort of thing to expect. If she didn't like sleeping in his car, she could get the hell out of there.

"No, it's not that. I just-" Amy stopped. She had been about to tell Dean about how lonely she felt. She had been far from home for a long time. And she didn't mean Leadworth. She meant the TARDIS. She missed its endless corridors and her big bed and the sound of the Doctor landing the TARDIS somewhere new for breakfast every morning. But Dean wouldn't understand that.

Dean saw the look in her eyes. Homesickness. He patted the hood beside him, offering up a place he normally only shared with his brother. Amy looked surprised before pulling herself up onto the hood. Dean tore his eyes from her legs which were crossed delicately in front of her. He looked up at the glittering stars instead.

"You miss Leadworth?" Dean asked, glancing at her. He felt an extra twinge of guilt at the sight of her green eyes sparkling with the reflection of every star in the heavens. The pupils shifted from the comet flying across the sky to find Dean's. She blinked, butterflies flying up in her stomach. His eyes were just as perfect as the universe above them.

"No. I was desperate to get out of there. There's not much to do in that tiny town." She explained, balancing herself on the hood with both hands.

"Huh." Dean laughed under his breath before lifting his beer bottle to his lips, looking away from her.

"What?" Amy wondered, looking over at him.

"Nothing. I was just thinking that maybe a quiet childhood wouldn't be so bad." He rolled the bottle in his hand, mind filling with memories of all the motel rooms and diner food he had grown up with. Having a normal house with a mother and father wouldn't be so bad. In fact, he would have loved it. But it was always Dean's fate to be on the road; in the middle of the action at all times. He didn't mind so much anymore but it used to be his only wish to escape this life.

"It wasn't as great as it sounds." Amy told him, watching the look on his face.

"At least you had a normal life. I used to want that more than anything." Dean told her. He didn't know why he was telling her this. Despite the horrible guilt she made him feel, he trusted her. He had no idea why he trusted her so completely but he did. He felt like he could talk to her. He didn't though. He kept it in, just as he did with everyone he trusted.

"Sometimes you don't know how much you love traveling until you can't anymore." Amy told him, her past two years of experience lending a hand. All she had wanted was for the Doctor to come and sweep her off in the TARDIS. But he never came for her.

"Not when it costs you your family." Dean couldn't stop the words. They slipped out before he could stop them and he cursed internally. He didn't want to get into this conversation. Especially with someone he knew next to nothing about.

"I know." Amy told him. Sam had told her a little about their hunting and that, of course, included how they got into it. Amy's hand came hesitantly over his, still unsure about this man. But she couldn't help herself. Despite how scared of Dean she felt for some unknown reason, she liked him. Not because of his looks or his mysterious attitude. Certainly not because of the Busty Asian Beauties magazines or the alcohol he always seemed to have in hand.

Dean looked up into her sparkling green eyes. The pit of guilt in his stomach began transforming into something new. He knew this feeling. It wasn't a hard one to provoke in Dean's case. Amy was incredibly attractive so it didn't surprise Dean in the least that he felt it. He felt himself leaning forwards ever so slightly before pulling back as a flame of guilt burned his insides.

"You don't know anything about me." He defended himself, removing his hand and turning away from her. He took slow breaths. This was a girl that had been mysteriously trapped in 1940 and had requested assistance from angels. So far, the two brothers knew nothing about her and she wasn't telling. He wasn't about to let himself be tangled up with her. As Sam put it, he had to think more with his upstairs brain.

"Go and sleep, princess. You'll need it." He told her. Amy blinked at his sudden coldness. Just a moment ago she had been so close to breaking Dean's shell. Now he was acting just like earlier, cold and weighed down with the weight of the world. She slid off the car silently and began walking away before she stopped. She hated herself for turning back to him but she did it anyways.

"It's not good to be alone, you know." She told him. He turned to her with a smile on his face.

"I've got Sammy."

"Not when you don't tell him anything." She turned and got back into the car, stretching out on the backseat. She curled up under the jacket Sam had offered her, wondering about Dean. He was a puzzle worth solving. She just couldn't let herself get in too deep. When he had looked at her, those butterflies in her stomach had turned into eagles. She couldn't let herself get involved with him in that way.

Dean was right. She really didn't know anything about him.

The three car doors slammed as the brothers and ginger exited. They collected their bags from the trunk while Dean began unlocking the door. Amy and Sam followed him in, tossing their bags onto the couch. Sam's laptop was out in under a minute, set up the table and chiming with its start up noise. Amy flopped onto the couch in an exhausted manner.

"Nope, no time for that." Dean threw off his coat and began digging through his bag. He addressed this to Amy who looked as though she was about to fall asleep.

"What?" She groaned. Dean continued to take off layer after layer, moving down till he got to his undershirt. This aroused Amy's interest. She found the sleepiness evaporating at the sight of the muscled body. She couldn't help but stare at the hand print burned onto the shoulder facing her. Dean glanced over and caught her staring. He jerked his white dress up shirt over it, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"We're going out to investigate." He began buttoning the shirt, not looking at Amy who was slightly confused.

"You mean one of your case things?" She wondered, noting the rest of the suit Dean had pulled from his bag.

"Yeah. We need to get you a suit and badge." Dean told her.

"Where are we going to get those?"

The door opened to the motel room and an exhausted looking Amy Pond stumbled in, much to Sam's amusement.

"Tough day?" He asked her. She kicked her heels off into the corner before going to one of the two beds and collapsing on it. "I'll take that as a yes?" There was a mumbled response as Amy talked into the pillow She wiggled herself farther onto the bed, her body arching as her face became more smashed into the bed.

"Hey, Sammy." Dean followed the girl in, dropping a bag full of food onto the table. Sam scooped it up, suddenly ravenous and dug around for his salad. Dean glanced over at Amy and had to swallow when he saw the position she was in. She flopped back down a second later and Dean tore his eyes off of her.

"I see you found Amy a suit." Sam noted, poking around his salad with a fork.

"Yeah, we did." Dean had bought her a suit seeing as her stack of money was relatively small. She had offered to buy lunch in return. Dean had barely been able to tear his eyes off of the tight skirt completing the outfit. It had been showing far too much leg for him to be able to focus. He had tried to shake off the feeling during the investigation but the only thing that came to mind was 'Damn.'

"So, what'd you dig up?" Sam pushed a massive bite of lettuce into his mouth. Dean pulled his burger from the bag as he began to talk.

"Well, it was like Garth said, six vics, all different people. The only connection was that they were all women. But what they've left out of the paper was that there was no heart among any of the corpses." Dean slid the autopsy reports to his brothers who spread them apart to compare them.

"Why didn't anyone notice this pattern before?" Sam asked between bites.

"You didn't see these bodies. They were torn apart. They were masses of flesh with a couple of recognizable bits." Dean, despite the bloody pulps he had just been examining, took a large bite of his burger.

"I don't know how you eat after that." Amy's hair was tousled as she rolled off of the bed. Both boys grinned a little at this but she didn't notice. She peered over Sam's shoulder at his screen, trying to see what he was looking up.

"So, we thinking werewolf then?" Sam tried to confirm. "I mean, the heart's a pretty obvious pattern."

"Yeah, probably. We just need to find out who it is."