The fun continues… Or something to that effect.
The time travelers raised their hands above their heads in a sign of peace or surrender—whichever one came first—but Sam wasn't all too anxious to put the weapon down. "Well?" He pressed. He wasn't afraid to pull that trigger, he hoped they knew that.
"Okay, I can see you're a bit… Testy-" The Doctor began, and was cut off by the kid taking the safety off of the gun. "Now now, we're only here to help, Sam." He started to lower his arms, but tossed them back into the air when Sam adjusted his grip on the trigger.
"Help with what? I said it was fine!" If looks could kill The Doctor would be six feet under right now.
"Could you put that away, it's really not safe." The Doctor asked, cocking his head to the side. Guns really weren't his preferred means of dealing with things. And seeing a child with one. Sam shook his head.
"Get out." He demanded, stepping away from the door and gesturing to it with his shoulder. "Now, if you don't mind."
"Okay, listen here Sam. We're adults. Don't you need to listen to us or something?" Amy interjected, sick of sitting off to the side while they had their argument. Arguing was her specialty, after all. "Now, put the gun down. Let's talk."
"There's nothing to talk about." He shot back. Wow, this really wasn't working out for them.
"Yes, there is. You're obviously in need of some help finding your brother and father, Sam, and we can help." The Doctor began to reason with the child, making dramatic hand motions and pointing to him and his companion. "In fact we're probably the best people who can. Maybe the only people who can."
"Oh, I seriously doubt that." But they could tell that he was starting to waver, his eyes darting here and there and everywhere about the room.
"Something's happened to them, hasn't it?" Amy asked, the beginnings of a smirk on her face. The Doctor nodded in her direction, she'd gotten the ball rolling, now all they needed was to keep it that way. "Something other people wouldn't believe, or wouldn't be able to understand?"
Sam blinked, then leveled the gun once more. "Okay, who are you freaks?"
"Oi, no name calling mister!" Amy shouted. He rolled his eyes. She looked to her companion, and he shrugged.
The kid looked surprised at the sudden reprimandation, and from a complete stranger. He froze momentarily, then adjusted his grip on the gun. The Doctor noticed he was nervous. Couldn't really blame him. "What the hell are you anyway?"
"Language! How old are you? I'm sure your mother didn't raise you this way!" Amy snapped. She balled her hands into fists and jabbed her finger in his direction. "Be glad I don't have the authority to wash your mouth out!"
He seemed to be scratching around his head for a good response. The Doctor took advantage of this moment of confusion and tried to see if he could slip out of Sam's line of vision.
"Well," Amy's voice was still stern, but she wasn't shouting anymore. "What have you got to say for yourself?" Sam didn't seem to notice The Doctor, and if Amy did she knew better than to draw attention to him. Good old Amy Pond.
"Uh… Sorry?" Sam shrugged without really noticing it, and in that little slip of consciousness The Doctor reached out and pulled the gun from Sam's hand. The boy let out a distressed shout as The Doctor looked at the firearm with some confusion clear on his face. He grumbled something about disgusting weapons and tossed the gun into the trash bin behind him.
When he turned back to Sam, the kid looked defiant, but at the same time he looked as scared as he'd ever seen a kid. He would need to find out why, he would do that later.
"I'm sorry about that, but guns are just… Ugh." The Doctor smiled and held the thumbs-up to Amy, who returned it and walked to sit down on one of the beds. "Now that that's taken care of, maybe you could tell me what's gone on?" He sat down on the next bed and crossed his legs to listen to the boy tell his tale. Must be interesting, and The Doctor did love a good story. Sam just stood in front of him in shock. Weren't they going to attack him? Were they really just people?
"Hey, you alright?" Amy asked, turning to them and resting her elbows on her knees and her chin on her palm. He snapped out of it and nodded.
"Who did you say you were?" He asked, fidgeting his foot uncomfortably. He wasn't about to get comfortable with these crazy stalker-or-whatever in his motel room.
"My name's The Doctor, and this is Amy Pond. We're traveling." The Doctor folded his hands in his lap and leaned backwards. "And you and your father and brother, what are you doing?"
Sam visibly gulped and replied slowly, "Traveling." Something told the companions that Sam wasn't telling the whole truth, but they decided to press that issue no further and move on to their reason for following Sam back here.
"Sam, tell me what happened to your father."
He shook his head.
"No, who are you?" Sam was stubborn. The Doctor liked that quality, Amy had a bad case of the stubborn bug, and it'd saved his life on more than one occasion. He was afraid he was getting attached to the kid.
"I just told you, my name's The Doctor and my friend here is Amy. We're traveling."
"Then why the hell are you following me?" Sam inquired, looking over at the waste basket. The Doctor waved a hand in front of his face.
"Because we can help you. In fact we might be the only people who can," This got the Sam's attention, and he asked them why that would be. "Because we deal with… Abnormal things. Things most people can't explain."
Sam was getting nervous again. They could be demons, they could be shifters, werewolves. He looked again towards the trash where his handgun had been tossed. It wasn't safe to leave it there in any case, the safety wasn't even on. Never was, really. It was rarely loaded, but when they came into the room he'd taken the safety off and slammed the rounds into it. Going against safety and his lessons. He mentally slapped himself. "So are you… Hunters too?" That could also be the case. If so, he either had the biggest problem in the world (hunters and his father never got along. Hunters and other hunters never got along, but John was just a little… Difficult) or this was a god-send.
"Hunters? Oh, um, yes of course, we're hunters. Obviously that's what we are, I mean what else could we be?" Amy rolled her eyes. She couldn't really expect him to fall for—
"Oh, great! Are you here about the weird disappearances too?" Sam nearly jumped for joy, but he couldn't restrain himself from shaking in his shoes with excitement. They could help him find dad, and Dean! Was he rushing to trust them? Probably, but if they really could help him… He would take the chance. Besides, if they were something like a shifter he had bullets in the gun… In the trash. Damn it.
"Oh, yes, the disappearances! Could you, uh, tell us again how that's working?" The Doctor asked, grinning nervously. Amy shook her head, but kept her mouth shut. This kid wasn't as smart as she was giving him credit for, anybody with an inch of sense could tell that The Doctor was lying. Not well, he always sucked at lying. Nothing changed. You'd think with his nine-hundred years or so that he'd have learned how to lie a little better. Wait, he was speaking again.
"Oh, yeah sure. I have the papers over… Over there." Sam rushed to the bedside table on the other side of Amy and pulled open the drawer. Instead of the traditional bible in there, it was chock full of papers, charts, articles, maps, and missing people posters. "Dad and Dean were working on this case, I was supposed to stay here and gather information from the people who live in the area. My notes are in my bag…" He passed the stack to The Doctor, Amy let out a huff at being overlooked. She got the giant notebooks though, with his horrible teenage-boy handwriting and the little scribbles over the words he spelt wrong and where he got sick of listening to the people ramble on and on. He was smarter than he looked, then. Alright.
"And what happened when they went to investigate, since I imagine that's what they were doing when they went missing?" The Doctor turned the stack of papers upside-down and read over the words that way, before tossing half of the maps to the side and looking over the missing posters. There were about seven people.
"Well, they, uh, just didn't come back. It's been about two days, and they wouldn't just not come home. So I was going to go after them, then you showed up." Sam looked at The Doctor and Amy expectantly, "You're gonna help me find them, right?"
The Doctor shot Amy a wary glance. One that said I don't think this is our usual deal. And then looked back at Sam. He couldn't lie to that face, but he couldn't deny it either. He sighed and offered a weak smile. "Yes. We're going to get them back."