Alright, I think it's been… Three weeks? School is tough. I would've written some more over the weekend, but you see I was at a convention as Rainbow Dash and Castiel respectively (But everyone kept mistaking my Cas for the Tenth Doctor—For the last time he has a suit geez).

Still trying to figure out… Exactly what it is they're going to find here, but I'll figure it out and then I'll write it down and hopefully get this story finished before next month is out.

Well, on with the show.

Sam felt a little dizzy after stepping onto the TARDIS, but he ignored it as well as he could and let the other two do their stuff. He didn't ask any questions, deciding instead to think up explanations on his own. It was more interesting that way anyway, he told himself. The Doctor and Amy dashed from here to there and everywhere around the console in the middle of the room, which was still unmistakably bigger than it looked from the outside, and pulled levers and pushed buttons. A monitor hung from the ceiling and displayed the park outside, and a giant clear tube stood in the middle of the panel. Sam guessed it was the power source.

"So, uh, we going soon?" This question wouldn't really stop their progress.

"Oh, yes." The Doctor answered and typed something into a computer. "As soon as I get the coordinates right. Amy," She looked up from her position, "Please give Sam the intro to safety speech?"

Sam tilted his head to the side and Amy nodded. She gestured for him to join them up by the machine and cleared her throat. "Sammy boy, welcome to the TARDIS!" She made more of those impressed noises she'd made earlier, but cut herself off and continued, "We're about to initiate travel, which means there'll be a lot of shaking and loud noise. To prevent any injury please make sure you—"

"Hold on to something!" The Doctor shouted and flipped a final lever, Amy darted for the stair rail. The TARDIS started quaking, The Doctor himself falling all over the console and holding himself up with… Something on the board. Sam toppled onto his side. The room was full of shouting and explanations he couldn't hear, but that was on behalf of his shouting and the groaning of the machine.

As abruptly as it had begun, the TARDIS settled down. The Doctor and Amy stood up and brushed themselves off. Sam sat up slowly, dizzier than he had been.

"Well, let's go then!" The man jumped down the stairs and held out a hand to his youngest passenger. He pulled Sam to his feet and then strode forward to open the door. The three walked out into the middle of a road. Well, that wasn't a very safe place to park. Looking around, though, it was a very overgrown road and The Doctor figured it would be safe here if the road wasn't often traveled.

"But, but we moved!" Sam's eyes looked like they would pop out of his head any second now, "How could we have moved?" He ran around the back of the police box, as if to make sure they really had moved. If not this was some sick joke.

"No matter, we should go find your family, yeah?" Amy grabbed his hand and pulled him back around the TARDIS, where The Doctor was already wandering off down the road. Sam pulled himself from Amy's grip and narrowed his eyes.

"Tell me how we got here." He demanded, crossing his arms over his chest and planting his feet firmly on the ground. He wasn't going anywhere if he could help it, and he could. He wasn't afraid to hit girls either.

"We don't have time, your brother and your father could be—and are probably in great danger as we speak. Finding them is our top priority." The Doctor spun around, but continued walking, though backwards now.

"You're not hunters." Sam stated. Amy blinked, and The Doctor didn't look very surprised. This just furthered his doubts about them.

"What? Of course we are! We're helping you hunt some vampires, aren't we? Doctor?" Amy scoffed, taken completely aback by the sudden declaration. She looked to her companion, trying to find some support there, but found none. Just defeat. He hung his head and let out a small sigh, trying to find the right way to word this.

"Sam, you're right. We're not hunters." He began to explain. He was cut off, or rather he cut himself off, when he heard the sounds of shoes slapping against pavement in front of him. He looked up from the ground. Sam had taken off running in the other direction, back towards the highway. "Wait, Sam! Wait!"

Sam wasn't going to stop. These people could be anybody, and he'd gone with them in the hopes of getting his family back. They weren't hunters, and they had gotten him to the desired location in a box for Christ's sake. He just needed to find somewhere to hide until they'd gone, so that he could find his way back to the motel and call Bobby. Bobby could actually help him. He knew who Bobby was. He heard from behind him the sounds of The Doctor and Amy taking off after him, they were shouting at him to stop and listen to them. He was tempted to. After all, how was he going to find his way back? Not only that, but since they were already here, shouldn't they at least try to find Dean and Dad? He refused to listen to himself, nudging those thoughts to the back of his mind. He ran off the road, it would be harder to find him in the woods, he could find his way back, they couldn't.

"Sam, wait!" The Doctor watched the kid run into the woods and slowed to a stop. Amy stopped beside him, but looked like she wanted to keep going. However, knowing The Doctor had to have a plan, she looked up at him expectantly. The problem was, he didn't have as much a plan as an outline that could be made into a plan with further thinking. Well, two or three. They could sit outside the woods and wait for Sam to return, cold and hungry after his trek. Or they could go and wait in the TARDIS. Or, they could go into the woods after him and risk getting lost themselves, but that wouldn't happen, the woods weren't that deep.

"Doctor, what do we do?" Amy asked after a couple minutes of silence.

He glanced sideways at her and said solemnly, "We find out what we're up against." He turned around and began skulking—yes, skulking—back to the TARDIS. Amy stared after him in disbelief.

"So, we're just going to leave him?" She asked, eyes about the size of small dishes.

The Doctor nodded, continuing forward.

"But we can't just leave him out here! What if he's found by the… Whatever it is we're looking for?" She trotted after him, and walked into the box behind him.

"Because, Amy, there's a very good chance that whatever we're looking for has already found him."

I'm sorry it's kind of short, but I was running out of room to… Do whatever I was planning on doing. I'm still trying to find something they're after… I have a vague idea, but that's about it, an outline.

Anyway, since next week is Spring Break week (it starts Thursday, actually), I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner rather than later.