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SuperWhoLock: Chapter 17
Later on in the hotel, everyone managed to escape the Minotaur. The gang ran down the staircase, and into a room resembling the bar of a hotel. One by one, the groups finally reformed in an hour.
"Is everyone alright?" The Doctor asked while running downstairs.
"I checked everyone here. None of us are harmed. You, Doctor?" Castiel asked. The Doctor went to Castiel.
"No one is hurt over here," The Doctor was about to walk away when a thought came into his head, "Oh!" The Doctor hopped back to the gang.
"Everyone," The gang circled around the Doctor.
"What it is?" River asked.
"It's the rooms. Did anyone open them? I know my group did."
"We didn't," Sam answered, "so didn't Amy, Rory, or Castiel."
"Ok, don't open them," the Doctor advised.
"Yeah, learned that the hard way," Dean commented.
"Why Doctor?" Amy asked.
"Because, if I'm right, Dean?" The Doctor gave Dean the limelight, since he guessed that Dean knew what he was talking about.
"Ok, well, because it's Monsters Inc. in there. It's not just that, though. There's something different with the rooms. Well, besides the obvious. What I saw in there… hit me. It showed-"
"Your worst fear?" John interrupted. Everyone looked at each other with the advice.
"Doctor, where is you blue box?" Balthazar asked.
"I don't know. However, I may have found a way on finding her."
"How?" The Doctor gave a smirk, and looked at the edge of the ceiling. Balthazar followed his glance, and found a camera.
"Ok. So, you're going back upstairs to take the tape from the camera that was facing your TARDIS? Doctor, it's dangerous up there." The Doctor took out his sonic, and activated it. He looked at it, and smiled. The Doctor took the chair next to him, and placed it under the camera. He stood on the chair, and started sonicing it. While this was happening, Amy and Rory were noticing how uneasy Dean and John were.
"Rory, do you see Dean shuffling through the liquor supply back there?" Amy asked.
"Hm, well, I suppose I do. What about it?"
"And how about John? He looks down. Do you think something happened to them, since everyone else is alright?" said Amy.
"Now that you've mentioned it, I guess those two are a bit… down. However, why are you a-" Rory noticed Amy's constant leaning to see if he got what she was trying to say.
"Oh, Amy!" Rory whispered. He looked around to make sure no one else was listening, "Look, I'm curious too, but maybe we should leave them alone. People best cope with their problems alone at first. Maybe later on, we'll talk to them."
"… I get John, and you get Dean," Amy told unexpectedly. She kept eye contact with him while delivering the message, and quickly got up to walk away. Rory through his arms up in confusion, and sighed.
"… I guess they're not people," Rory got up, and pushed his chair in.
…
Amy first made sure that she was right about her analysis on John.
"Hi!" Amy greeted. John, startled, looked back and saw the girl. John chuckled a bit.
"My apologies. Would you like to sit?" John got up, and pulled a chair for her.
"Why thank you. Honestly, you didn't have to do that."
"Oh, don't worry. Always open to talk," John sat back down, and waited for Amy, "So, is there a reason why you're here?"
"Yes. Um, is everything alright with you?" John gave a confused look at the question.
"Why yes. Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just that you found you're friend, who died a couple of months ago, if I'm not mistaken," John slowly frowned, then shook his head at the comment.
"What? No, I'm all right. Ecstatic actually. Sherlock is my best friend, after all," John noticed how focused Amy was towards him. He realized that he wasn't very convincing, "I'm fine. Really. I don't need another session with anyone-"
"John, is it about the room?" John froze. He looked Amy in the eye.
"Are you scared of it?" John's expression didn't change with the question, "… did you open one?" John looked away, and pressed against his eyes.
"It's alright, John. Whatever was in that room won't hurt you-"
"It's wasn't something. It was… someone. Look, I don't believe this is a problem you can help me with. This isn't really a problem, actually. I appreciate the fact that you're concerned for me, back I've dealt with bad days before, so-"
"Talk to me," Amy didn't believe a word he was saying. John, at first, gave an annoyed sigh at the girl, wishing that she'd be more respectful towards his wishes. However, he gave in, and told her what was in the room.
…
"Damnit…" Dean kept on searching the liquor supply behind the counter, "Maybe they're some over here," Dean opened one of the cabinets. No success. Rory, who saw the whole episode, slowly went towards Dean. Why, Amy, why? Rory thought. He gave a reassuring sigh.
"Um, Dean?" Dean shot up form the counter, "Rory?" asked Dean.
"Uh, yes. Still my name."
"What do you want? You need help with something?" asked Dean.
"No. I'm ok," Dean raised his eyebrow in agreement, and proceeded with his search.
"Dean, you mind telling me why you're destroying the bar?" Rory asked.
"Just want a beer, Rory. I'll give you one when I find those puppies."
"No thanks. Not much of a drinker. Do you need help?"
"Are you a beer?" Dean said, showing his face to Rory.
"Last time I checked, no. Look, you've been a bit stressed ever since we all re-grouped down here. Is there something wrong?"
"Look Dr. Phil, I don't need your help. I just need my liver to endure an hour of work, ok?"
"… Is it because of the room?" Dean ignored Rory's comment, "Did you open one?-"
"Damn it Rory, I said no!" Dean, who didn't yell his last statement, still sounded annoyed enough to force Rory to back off a bit.
"… Sorry. Look, nothing's wrong with me. I'm fine like always. Now could you please go so I can drink in peace?"
"… If you can find a drink," Rory went up to one of the chairs facing the table, "Look, I don't want to sound dis-respectful, trying to help you with whatever is on your mind, but drinking isn't going to make the situation better."
"Well, you just watch me." There's a five-minute pause here, filled with Dean's cursing, and cabinets opening and closing.
"What was in the room?" Rory asked, breaking the silence. Dean sighed. He realized that Rory wasn't going to give up on him.
"… The man downstairs."
"Lucifer?" Dean nodded.
"He just threatened me that he would destroy the Earth, ruin my life, the usual happy meal," said Dean. He decided to leave out the part with his brother being the vessel.
"Look, it's absolutely normal for you to be afraid. But don't be. We're going to stop him. Don't worry. We're going to win." Dean gave an appreciative smile.
"Yeah… High Functioning Free Will in Space."
"… What?" Rory said, replying to the odd mumble.
"Um, nothing."
"No, I could've sworn I heard you say-"
"Everyone! I've got it!" The Doctor said, cutting into everyone's conversations. They all gathered around him.
"Ok, I now know how to locate her. All I need now are some volunteers to venture with me upstairs," everyone looked at each other.
"I'll go," said Sam.
"Me too," River Song said.
"We'll go. Right John?" Sherlock asked. John nodded.
"Whoa whoa whoa. If Sam' going, then I'm coming too," said Dean.
"Dean," Sam turned Dean, "Don't worry. What if one of us gets hurt up there? Look, if we're not back in thirty-minutes, then you can do whatever you want. I'll be fine." Dean rolled his eyes, and turned in the opposite direction.
"Well, you heard Sammy, guys. If we're not back in time, come and get us," said the Doctor. Everyone nodded.
"Ok, with me: Sam, River, Sherlock and John. Down here: Dean, Castiel, Balthazar, Amy, and Rory. Got it? Good. Now-" the Doctor faced away, and started jogging up the stairs. The others either followed him, or stayed. It was going to be a long night.