Onward we go, readers, into one of the last chapters in the story, if I can't stretch it out. Fair warning is coming, though, before.
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Here we go!
The Doctor and Amy stopped just feet away from the edge of the oddly shaped trees. In the clearing beyond, they could hear voices. More specifically, one voice, but it sounded like it was trying to have a conversation, but irritated because it wasn't getting one. More grunts and bubbling croaks sounded from close by, but they weren't worried about them at this point, they were too close for their liking though. What really caught their attention was what they could see of the clearing. Dead ahead of them, tied up beside each other, was Sam, a teenager, and a man who looked to be in his forties or so. The Doctor guessed that they were the brother and father Sam was talking about earlier.
"Doctor, there they are!" Amy hissed quietly, just catching a glimpse of them herself.
"Yes…" He was already looking for something to help get them out. There was nothing immediately striking him, though.
"How do we get them out? Should I distract… Whoever that is? Or should I get them out, and you could—"
"Amy, I really don't think it's going to work like that." The Doctor replied, crouching and slinking closer to the sound of the voice they were hearing. "This is something new, I'm afraid I don't know exactly how to get them out." Amy followed behind him, trying to catch their eyes as she went, trying to tell them that they were here to save the day. It was probably better she wasn't noticed.
"Come on boys, don't be like that. You know," The voice was becoming more distinguishable from all the background noise, though it was still pretty quiet. They couldn't get much closer, or Amy's head—looking generally like it was on fire—would have given away their position. "I've always wanted to talk to you. Oh, I've heard such nice things about you bunch." The owner of the voice was out of view, but they could guess she was pretty young.
"Talk to me!" She pleaded, "Sammy! Little Sammy, you must have something to talk about! How did you get here? We weren't expecting you to just walk to us!" Amy watched Sam's father shoot him a look, the kid responding with an eye roll. "Aw come on! I was hoping that since you're here I would finally have somebody to talk to! I know! How's school going, boys?"
Amy guessed she just loved to hear herself talk.
"John, dear, stop being so quiet! You know, I just hate when houseguests feel uncomfortable. Very, very awkward dinner parties, that makes." The Doctor and Amy slowed up when they could finally see who was speaking. She was in her twenties or thereabouts, with short, dark hair and bright colors on her clothing. If she wanted to stand out against the dark, she was sure doing it right. She was almost as obvious in this environment as Amy was.
"Oh, you know what? It just occurred to me… John, did you leave the oven on at home?" She laughed heartily, as though it were the funniest thing in the world, tossing her head back and everything.
John—they'd guessed this was Sam's father's name—sat there with his sons looking as un-amused as people could look. The woman started walking towards them on quick feet, barely touching the ground.
"Talk to me, guys. This is the literal last thing I want to be doing right now, so the least you can do is compensate for my trouble." She crouched down before them, resting her chin on her knees. Her eyes flickered from Dean to Sam and then to John, not bothering to give any of them more than a second's individual notice. "And I'm getting tired of talking to myself."
"You'd think you'd be used to it by now." Dean smirked, instantly reprimanded by John with a scolding look.
"Oh, you've got a mouth on you! I could fix that, if you want." She gave him an equally devious smirk of her own, before looking next to him at his younger brother. Sam looked seething, but was looking anywhere but the woman in front of him. "And do you have anything to say, little Sammy?" She pouted when she didn't get a response.
"Doctor," Amy whispered from behind The Doctor, who looked away from the scene to his companion. "How do we get her away from them?"
"It shouldn't be too hard, Amy, I mean, she's only a woman. Nothing we haven't dealt with before." The Doctor replied, looking over his shoulder to make sure there were no Revenants coming their way. The way seemed to be clear, and he was grateful for that at least. That was the last thing they needed.
"Now come on, please, tell me something. Anything. Dean, any snide remarks from you?" The woman looked at him expectantly, but he didn't reply, still under the stern gaze of his father. "John, you must want to say something? How about, yes, why don't you tell Sam off for following you hear against your orders? You know you want to do that!" She tipped her head to the side and gave a smile another try.
"And what would you rather be doing, you sick bitch?" Dean asked, ignoring his father's deadpan. He looked very smug, even under her upset eye.
"I was actually planning on seeing my boyfriend tonight, if you must know. But then you three decided tonight was the night to pop up. Ruined all of my plans." She rolled her eyes and stood up, sighing.
"You have a boyfriend?" Dean asked. "Honey, I doubt that." The Doctor wondered what on earth he was planning to achieve with this conversation. Unless..
"Sweetie, I have loads. You'd be surprised how many, actually. The span of my life has left a lot of room for pitiful relationships. This one was going to end tonight, truthfully." She seemed intent on explaining it to them now. So that was her plan. "He's been so obsessed with his job recently, had no time for our anniversary last month. It's been a year." She turned her back on them momentarily, and something flashed in John's hand. "I thought that we could live happily for at least another few years, but no."
"Happy? With you? You blab so much I'm surprised he hasn't put a bullet through his head yet." Dean interjected, looking pleased with himself. She spun around, the opposite effect of what he wanted to happen.
"And what about you, Dean? When was the last time you were in a relationship, huh?"
"Sugar, relationships aren't my thing." He sighed.
Then she noticed something moving behind him. "Oh, Johnny boy, what on earth are you doing with that?" She asked, sugar-coating her voice, rising in volume the angrier she got.
"He's making Christmas dinner. What does it look like he's doing, you hag?" Dean spat, all trace of his smile gone.
She crouched down a few paces from them, glaring right into his eyes. "I would cut it, now, Dean. Wouldn't want to lose that tongue of yours, you seem so fond of hearing yourself talk."
"I could say the same about you, princess." He retorted.
She shot forward, but aimed for John, more specifically the knife he was cutting the ropes with. He'd been working slowly to make himself look less suspicious, but it didn't do him much good in the long run.
The Doctor shot out of the trees and announced, "Hello, we seem to be lost!" The woman turned around and hissed at him, and he continued, "Could you direct us back to the highway, by chance?" His little outburst gave John the chance to finish the job, and in a second he was on his feet, and he had the woman by the wrists.
Dean caught the knife as it hit the ground and set to work on his own ropes, freed himself and began on his brother.
"So, seems a little less talkative when the roles are reversed, huh sugar?" Dean asked once they were all free.
"Seems that way," She mocked, tugging at her wrists fruitlessly. A shrill whistle came forth from her mouth, through clenched teeth.
Suddenly the forest around them erupted with loud groans and grunts of all pitches and lengths, the party froze where they stood. Revenants, all of the Revenants in the forest surrounding them, they all charged through the trees as fast as they could hobble, limp, or crawl. John, who'd had just about enough of this, took his knife and plunged it through the woman's chest, before grabbing the hand of his youngest son and running. Dean followed quickly, and the woman fell to the ground in a gurgling heap. The Doctor and Amy stood there for a few moments longer in shock, but when the first couple of the undead started crashing through the clearing they took off after the others.
The Winchesters reached the Impala fairly quickly, each of them being able to run a small marathon without breaking a sweat at this point, but they didn't stick around to see The Doctor and Amy finally flop out of the woods, pick themselves up and run into the TARDIS. They were already on the highway, calling Bobby. Bobby was going to alert all of the hunters in the nearby counties to their small problem, and they would come perform clean-up of the Revenants. Now that the witch was dead, they would roam aimlessly in the woods and surrounding areas (all pretty abandoned) until they were taken out by their backup or they were hit by cars. A couple were bound to be ganked by the latter.
They drove to the motel in relative silence, Sam and Dean dreading the amount of yelling to come when they got back to the motel, something about disobeying orders for the both of them to listen to until the night was out and they left town again. For once they had hoped they would just be able to sit around and celebrate a job well done, but for John Winchester, you could never just have a good hunt. They rounded the last bend into the motel parking lot, and parked. He gave them both a stern glare, and got out. The brothers looked at each other in a near-grieving way, and then followed him out.
"Listen, dad—" Dean began, working on softening the blow to his little brother, when he was cut off by a man clearing his throat from inside the motel room.
"Doctor!" Sam gasped, and Amy waved at the kid, who ran into the room and stood next to them. John wouldn't yell quite so much if they had guests.
"Oh, and John, you're welcome." The Doctor sighed before taking a seat on one of the two beds. "Nice retreat. Definitely could've used some work on the form, however."
And that's it until after Easter, but I hoped you enjoyed that… Whatever that was.
Tried to update earlier, but I couldn't figure out how exactly they would get out of this one. Excuse me if the escape seemed a little bit rushed, it was. I couldn't figure exactly how it would work so I went with whatever tipped my fancy. And that was that.
Have you guys also noticed that the demon or monster or whatever almost never checks them over for knives? Or was that just me?