Hey there. It's been a while. Sorry I hadn't updated too recently, it occurred to me that I had a book report due on Friday and I hadn't started the book. Because it was boring, and my soul was being sucked out through my eyes as I scanned the page. So I got a new book, and I'm skimming through that for tidbits, and since I'm half-done and it took about twenty or so minutes between periods today, figured I would write something up. Been itching to all week. Anywho, on with the show, yeah?

The Doctor paced around the motel room, looking at each paper in turn for a split second as if to make it look like he knew what he was doing with it. Sam sat at one of the chairs next to a small table at the edge of the room, looking expectantly at the man as he had been doing for the past half hour or so. For a professional, he thought, The Doctor was taking a bit long to decipher the information. It'd only taken his dad ten minutes, and that was with Dean's help. Amy was here, too, but she'd flopped backwards onto the bed and folded her arms over her chest defiantly when asked to go and get her companion some brain food. Since then she'd alternated between pouting on the bed and sitting next to Sam at the table and talking about the case and other things. The Doctor noticed they seemed to be getting along very well, and smiled to himself.

"Aha!" He shouted, once he was done acting like he knew what a hunter was and what a hunter did. He'd been staring at the same five pictures for just as many minutes while he thought up something to tell the kid. He had no idea what they were facing, but he felt that he could make it up as he went along. "Sam! Let me see your notes for a second, and while you're at it, tell me what you think we're dealing with!" He flounced about in a circle until he nearly smashed himself into a wall. Sam scrambled across to the bed and picked up the notebook Amy had dropped there. He tossed it to The Doctor, who caught it and dropped everything else in his enthusiasm to catch it. "Good, good, I meant to do that." Amy rolled her eyes for what must have been the thousandth time.

"Well, at first we thought it was a ghost or something, since they could do this too, but now they think it's a vampire, and they went to go get it." He was beginning to ramble on a bit too when he was shushed as The Doctor nodded in false agreement. Sure, vampires, that could be it, but he wasn't too convinced at the moment. This had happened before, but it was something different this time. Similar but different, could be anything. Supernatural or otherwise, they would try to take care of it as well as they could. Amy was rolling this information over in her mind, taking it in nicely and without any protest or questions. Good old Amy Pond.

"Vampires, yes, of course. And do you know where these 'vampires' are?" The Doctor flipped through the book and then tossed it aside with the rest of the papers, he hadn't needed it anyway. What did hunters do with the information they collected anyway? He wasn't sure, he'd been trying to act cool. Needed to live up to that bow tie, you know?

"Well," Sam lifted a map up off the table and unfolded it, running his finger over a roadway highlighted with a red marker, "They figured it went up this way. I wasn't really allowed to give an opinion, since I wasn't coming along."

"Sure they're not just lost?" The Doctor attempted a joke. The looks he received from both Sam and Amy stopped him before he made any more mistakes. It seemed like Sam wouldn't even grace that question with a snappy answer. "Sorry, too soon. On that road, did you say? What's out there?" He walked over to look at the map over Sam's shoulder, and Amy tugged down the top to look over that way. Sure, she was seeing it backwards, but the satisfaction of actually looking at the map made that point null.

"Well, there's a branch coming off of it in that direction, they went that way. I think there's a town or another motel or a truck stop down there. It's not on the map, we weren't sure."

"Of course not, it's a road map, not a tourist map, Sammy boy." The Doctor added this new information to what he'd racked up as useful. "Now, did they say anything else? Anything at all?" Sam shook his head. "Well then, Amy, Sam, we're going that way. Come along," Amy sighed in relief and began strolling toward the door. Sam nodded and plucked the gun out of the garbage can. They would need other weapons too, if it was indeed a vamp, but this was as good as he had. The rest of their stuff was in the Impala, and Dad and Dean had taken that with them. He stuffed the weapon into the back of his jeans and looked up at the other two, giving him looks like he was a zoo exhibit.

"What?"

"Leave that here. Please, guns make me uncomfortable." The Doctor nodded to the trash bin again. It was Sam's turn to stare.

"But we'll need something to get them with once we get there! And this is all I got." He held it up again, remembering to put the safety back on at the last moment. The Doctor pulled it, once again, out of his hand and shook his head.

"Now, Sam, that's not how we do things. Listen to me, do exactly as I say, and I promise we will get your family back. No. Guns." The placed it on the table and started towards the door. Sam shot a questioning glance to Amy, who nodded and followed The Doctor out into the parking lot. He gave the gun a last desperate glance before running after them, shutting the door behind him. Wouldn't want anybody finding any of their research or the weapon he'd just left sitting there. Damn it, he was forgetful today.

"So, where's your car?" Sam asked, huffing once they left the lot.

"It's not a car, she's a TARDIS and she's in the park where we found you." The Doctor slowed to a walk once across the street. Sam was starting to have his doubts that this man was a hundred percent sane, but then again, if you were a hunter you had to be off the deep end in one way or another.

"So we're going to the park, and then we take your 'TARDIS' to find Dean and my dad?" Sam asked, looking up at his two new friends. He thought they counted as friends, they were friendly enough, and he was sure they weren't monsters.

"Yup, that's the plan!" Amy piped up, skipping a few steps forward and catching up to The Doctor. While Sam grinned and walked behind them, she whispered, "Are we seriously going to see vampires? Like, real, actual vampires?"

"I don't know, but if we do… It'll be dangerous, I don't know how to deal with vampires, despite my extremely vast knowledge of all time and space." She nodded at his shoulder and looked back at Sam, who was glancing this way and that warily.

"But just think about it, Doctor, real vampires." Amy nearly squeaked.

"I know, this will be super cool." He smirked and held up a hand. She returned the high five and then called back,

"Oi, Sam, what're they like, your family? Anything we should know? They going to explode on us when we show up with you?"

Sam narrowed his eyes in thought. "Well, Dad—name's John—he's normally pretty quiet, but yeah, he'll take a bit out of you for taking me. Don't worry, I'll get it worse for following, believe me. And Dean, well, he wants to be just like Dad. He probably won't be mad at you."

The Doctor developed a wistful look and Amy nodded, pursing her lips. She would get to see vampires, and meet hunters. Not like half-pint over here, but monster hunters. She wondered how different hunting monsters was from chasing aliens and, well, monsters. They would definitely have their similarities. Chasing creatures, chasing creatures.

"Sam, why are you handling a gun?" The Doctor inquired. It'd been bugging him all night. Amy's eyebrows rose as the thought occurred to her in full.

Sam blinked as if it wasn't a rational question. "It's, uh, well it's how hunter's children are raised. You know, as hunters. We handle guns and we fight monsters. It's not that odd, weren't you raised in this life too? Or were you sucked in, because there have been a few of those. I know a couple. Well, dad knows a couple. I don't get to talk to them, but Bobby says that's what happened to him." When he noticed he was running on and invading their personal lives, just a tad, he shut himself up. It didn't stop him from expecting an answer though.

The Doctor nodded slowly, letting it sink in. Were people really raising their children like that? Well, obviously. Look at Sam here. Had to keep up his cover, couldn't stay silent for long. He looked at Amy and nodded a bit more exaggeratedly over his shoulder. "Yes, see, Amy is my cousin. Her mother was killed by a… Monster. You know." He really didn't know enough about this profession to make a proper profile for himself. He could try to explain to Sam again that they were time travelers and that he was an alien, but he figured that wouldn't go over well and he would just run off. And then they'd spend another few hours looking all over the town for him.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Sam apologized quickly. "If it makes you feel any better, my mom's dead too. I know how you feel."

Amy's eyes widened and she looked at The Doctor. He blinked once and shook his head. "Oh, look, we're almost there! See," He pointed out the clean-cut hedges growing on the other side of the road. "There it is! Soon we can get going!"

"Doctor," Amy hushed herself, "Should we, maybe, prepare him for the TARDIS? You know, so he doesn't start crying or pass out or something?"

"You'd be surprised how well some people take the TARDIS, Amy, for instance Donna Noble, wonderful woman, brilliant, didn't seem deterred by it at all. Didn't even care." He replied, stepping through the hedges and popping out in front of his box. He ran forward and leaned up against it, planning to make a stunning revelation. How he loved to show off. Amy followed, and after some hesitation Sam plowed through them too.

"Uh, what is that?" He asked, pointing at the Police Box in front of him. Amy gestured dramatically at it and The Doctor began, as if he'd had a speech prepared.

"Welcome to the TARDIS!" He pushed the door open and Amy made an 'oooo'-ing sort of noise. "That's 'time and relative dimension in space' for you newbies. This baby can travel through time and space, and can take us exactly where we need to go."

"Time and space?" Sam asked. Amy came up behind him and pushed him forwards into the box, nodding to The Doctor, who followed them both in and shut the door.

"Time and space!" Amy answered, making more impressed noises as she waved her arms at their surroundings. Sam just stood dumbfounded as The Doctor and his companion bounded up the stairs and they twirled around the control panel.

He finally managed to choke out, "It's bigger on the inside."