Author's Notes: After a long weekend of working on the farm my arm is so sore I can barely type. But I still managed to throw this up because I love you guys so much. Please review and enjoy!
"Motive, John! Motive!" Sherlock urged, pacing the room. John rolled his eyes as they continued the conversation they had been having on a loop for the past few hours.
"The victims all knew each other since they all came from such a small town but besides that there is no apparent link. They're all women, but they all had different jobs, ethnicity, religion..." John trailed off, watching his friend who had his hands to his temples in thought. He was staring down at the floor as he paced, trying to think of some reason for these specific people to be targeted.
"There's always a connection, there has to be." Sherlock reasoned.
"Maybe it's just the fact that they're women." John suggested before Sherlock threw his hands up.
"No, there has to be some other reason. Why target these women? They came from all over the town, some even lived a few minutes outside of it. Why these women?"
"Maybe it is just an animal attack, like the police said." John offered. Sherlock's look wasn't enough to stop that statement going any farther. "Those bodies were torn apart, Sherlock. What could do that besides an animal? There are plenty of mountain lions around here that could do something like that. What kind of human would tear them apart so savagely?"
"A madman." Sherlock barely whispered it so that John didn't catch it.
"Sorry, what?"
"It doesn't make sense!" Sherlock yelled, pulling out his gun. He began shooting various rounds at the wall above the beds, aiming at the small flowers on the wallpaper.
"What the hell?" Dean's head whipped around at the sound of gunfire.
"Is that..." Sam's head cocked as he listened. "a gun?" Dean hurdled on top of his bed to put his ear against the wall. He jumped back at the sound of a bullet lodging itself into the other side of the wall.
"Why would people be firing guns at a wall?" Amy jumped up onto the bed to stand beside Dean, ear against the wall.
"Well, it sounds quiet now." Sam said, watching the two with one hand hanging lazily over his keypad.
"Should we check on them?" Dean asked, glancing back at his brother who shrugged.
"Come on, boys." Amy insisted, pulling Dean by the hand off of the bed. Her bare feet were nearly silent as they landed on the floor while Dean's boots clumped loudly. Amy then took Sam by the hand and made the two follow her out. They exchanged surprised looks. They hadn't quite grown accustomed to Amy's control over a situation.
"Oi! Gun men! You all right in there?" She shouted as she pounded on the door with a fist. There was dead silence in response. "Oi!" Amy shouted again, knocking louder. Still no reponse. She pressed her ear against the door, listening. It seemed to be dead silent in the motel room. "Anyone home?" She tried one last time.
"Looks like they left." Sam observed, peeking through a small crack in the curtains. "All their stuff is there but no one's home. They've got a lot of weird stuff." Sam squinted as he peered in, making out the shapes in the shadows.
"Weird like hunter weird?" Dean asked, pushing his brother aside to look. "Is that a microscope?" He wondered.
"Yeah, and there's a book on blood mutations on the table. These guys must be doctors or scientists or something." Sam thought aloud.
"Who brings a microscope to a motel?" Amy wondered, butting in front of Dean to see what they were gawking at.
"Well, it doesn't matter." Dean straightened up and the other two followed his lead. "They're gone for now so let's just continue doing our jobs."
"I'll go talk to the husband. You two go and talk to the third vic's sister." Sam reminded them. The three paused for a moment to pick up things from their room. Amy scooped up her heels with reluctance. They were making her feet incredibly sore.
"Do I have to go?" She whined, following them to the Impala.
"You're the one who wanted to stick around." Dean's keys jingled as he swung into his beloved car. "Welcome to the job."
~Earlier~
"How many times have I told you, we don't shoot guns at walls." John tossed the weapon aside. "Now, our cab is here, so let's get out of here before someone calls the police." Sherlock moodily followed John outside. They jumped into vehicle which began bumbling down the uneven asphalt. "I'll talk with the witness and you can speak to the local police. "
"I don't see why I can't shoot guns at the walls. It doesn't harm anyone." Sherlock mumbled.
"Did you actually hear anything I said?" John interrupted irritably.
"I could pay for the wall damages if they would still let me shoot." John heaved a sigh and rested his forehead in his palm. Sherlock Holmes could get under his skin faster than anyone else he had ever known. Then again, he suspected most people felt that way.
"Thank you for your time Mr. Tarsitano." Sam bounced down the steps towards the Impala waiting in the driveway. He pulled open the driver's side and started the car. It trundled along the path, aiming for a couple of blocks away where Miss Pond and Dean should have been waiting for him. He parked it just outside the house, waiting for them to finish their talks with the sister.
Sam couldn't wrap his around Miss Amelia Pond. She was a puzzle and a mystery locked up in an attractive ginger body. How had a seemingly ordinary girl from Leadworth ended up trapped in 1940 America? She had mentioned something about Cas being a reverse from a weeping angel. What did that mean? Sam hadn't spent his entire time at the motel looking up information on the case at hand. Per his brother's instructions, he had been looking up records.
As far as Sam could tell, Amy Pond was real. Born in Scotland in 1989 she had then proceeded to move to Leadworth and live with a woman named Sharon. She had an extensive list of psychiatrists from her childhood and was employed for a long time as a kissogram. This had caused Sam a chuckle. He could certainly see her fitting this job.
"I don't understand why you have to be such a bloody flirt." Sam's head spun at the sound of the Scottish accent floating across the yard. The two came down from the porch, Amy rolling her eyes and Dean with a smile on his face.
"Just part of my charm, sweetheart." He teased her.
"Moron." She shoved his arm playfully as they came down the walkway. Sam unlocked the doors, allowing his brother to slide into the front seat and Amy to take her place in the back.
"What'd you find out?" Sam asked, mostly looking at his brother but sneaking a peak at Amy in the mirror. Dean held up a piece of paper which Sam took. He made a face when he saw what was written on it. "Her phone number?"
"She's a journalist." Dean raised his eyebrows, the smirk growing across his face. Sam shoved the paper back at Dean's chest and he laughed. "What?"
"Anything useful?" He directed this one at Amy.
"Dean asked these questions about cold spots and rotten egg smells. I assume those are monster related." Amy leaned forward on the part of the seat between the brothers. She rested her right cheek on her arms, looking up at Sam.
"Ghosts usually cause a drop in temperature when they're haunting a place." Sam began explaining. "And demons leave sulfur behind when they possess people."
"I think we can rule out ghosts since all of these attacks occurred in different places. Unless we're facing ghost possession?" Dean theorized. "That ghost Dirk rode kids for miles from his remains."
"Remains? You mean like a body?" Amy wondered, trying to keep up with the brothers.
"Yeah, a spirit is usually tied to their body and they haunt places where they died or near their remains." Dean explained.
"So, you get rid of the body you get rid of the ghost, yeah?" Sam and Dean exchanged stunned looks.
"You sure catch on fast." Sam complimented her.
"I have to if I wanna keep up with the Winchesters." She punched Sam's arm softly. He couldn't contain the grin that spread over his face.
"Sometimes when the body's cremated there will be something left over, a lock of hair or blood and they can hang onto that. Then you gotta find it and burn it." Dean took her attention back and she turned her head to listen to him.
"Do you have to burn it?" Amy wondered.
"Unless you've got another way to get rid of a body." Sam offered.
"Alright, so you said ghosts are tied to one place? The attacks are everywhere. No ghosts and no sulfury smells so you think no demons." Amy surmised.
"Yeah, but there could be a hundred other things on the list." Sam revved the engine, suddenly aware of how awkward they were sitting in front of the house.
"Monster hunters don't have it easy." Amy leaned backwards again, relaxed by the purr of the engine. In fact, she was nearly lulled to sleep by it.
"Got that right." Dean agreed, looking at her in the mirror. He watched her eyes slide lazily closed and a shadow of a smile fluttered on his face. Finally, someone who appreciated Baby's purr as much as he did.
Dean slipped the piece of the paper with the prospective phone number on it into the inside pocket of his suit coat. "Dude, seriously?" Sam protested upon seeing this. Dean grinned before shrugging.
"Girl just lost her sister, Sammy. She needs consoling."
"Sammy?" Amy's voice chimed from the back.
Sam felt a flush rising up his neck and burning his ears. "Yeah, it's a stupid nickname Dean insists on calling me."
"Well, I like it." She told him firmly.
Sam chuckled. "Whatever." Amy grinned at the uncomfortable man. She was liking him more and more.