"Where in Oklahoma, Amy?" She laughed saying, "I have no idea. Let's fly over the whole state!" The Doctor smiled curiously at his companion. All of a sudden they were thrown back. "Woah! I think she just hit something!" yelled the Doctor. "What could she have possibly hit?" The Doctor turned a strange shade of pale. "Amelia, hang on to something. I'm opening the doors." The Doctor ran to the doors and slowly cracked them open.
An enormous gust of wind flooded the console room. Immediately the Doctor struggled to close the doors. "Okay, so, we're flying right beside a tornado," the Doctor said running back to the console. "We're WHAT?!" Amy cried. "I have to land her!" "Well, do it already!" "It's not as easy as it sounds Pond!" the Doctor cried, frustrated. "Just land it!" The Doctor let out a loud cry and pulled a lever, which made everything stop.
Amy fell to the floor along with the Doctor. "Have we landed?" Amy asked, rubbing her back. The Doctor sat up with a smile, "Let's see."
They opened both doors to find themselves on the side of a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. The clouds were a deep shade of grey and they could see the twister eating up chunks of land as it moved to the north of them. Amy stood mouth open. "I've never seen one up close before," the Doctor said. "I've never even seen one," said Amy.
"Well, Mrs. Pond, I give you...Tornado Alley! Oklahoma to be exact," the Doctor said proudly, straightening his bow tie. "Oh Doctor!" Amy cried, hugging the Doctor as tightly as possible. Once she finally let go she looked up and down the road. "Any chance you could tell me WHERE in Oklahoma?" "Ummm..."
All of a sudden, Amy saw a car coming their way from far down the road. At first she thought she was seeing things, but as it came closer her heart started beating faster and faster. It was a black 1967 Impala. "Oh my God. Doctor." "I see it," the Doctor said smiling and waving at it.
It sped right by. The Doctor's hand fell to his side in disappointment. Amy's heart dropped. "They didn't even notice us," she whimpered. They stood there for a moment about to head back into the TARDIS when they saw the Impala speed back towards them. Both of their smiles returned to their faces.
The black car stopped immediately in front of them. Amy thought she was going to faint from excitement. She couldn't see the inside of the tinted windows. But she did see Sam open the door and get out of the passenger's side. "Amy? Doc?" "Sammy!" the Doctor ran and gave Sam a very awkward hug. Sam stood stiff. Yep, still the same old Doctor.
Amy stood by the driver's side of the car. It slowly opened. And out stepped Dean Winchester. He looked the same but his presence felt...different. Amy put a hand to her mouth and lost consciousness for a second, but quickly regained it. She would've hit the ground if he wasn't there to catch her. "Amy." Her name felt good upon his lips. "Hi...Dean," she said, tears coming to her eyes.
They both embraced each other. Holding each other so tight it almost hurt. "I missed you," she said into his neck. "You have no idea how much I missed you," he replied. They stared at each other for a few minutes. Dean drank in each and every aspect of Amy's face. Her eyes, her beautiful red hair...
They leaned in for their first kiss. But before they could get any further the Doctor called, "Amy!" While Sam yelled, "Dean!"
They both looked at the others yelling, "What?!" in unison. Sam and the Doctor merely pointed behind Dean and Amy. They both turned around slowly. "Shit," muttered Dean. Another tornado was forming about a mile ahead of them. "Amy, get in the TARDIS," the Doctor said slowly. "Not without Dean," she said pulling herself closer to him. "Amy," Dean looked into her eyes, "go." "No. I'm tired of people telling me what's safe and what's not. I can take care of myself." Dean grinned at her stubborness. It waas one of the things he loved most about her.
"Sammy," Dean said while pulling keys out of his pocket, "go with the Doc and show him where we're staying. I'll drive Miss Pond."
The Impala sped away at top speed vastly outrunning the oncoming storm. Amy couldn't keep her eyes off of Dean. He looked like nothing had happened to him. No battle scars. No Hell Hound bites. Just his same handsome ruggedness. She looked at him dreamily, watching him grip the steering wheel of his precious Baby.
"Amy, why did you come back?" he said with a sad smile. "How?" she asked. "I'm gonna kill that angel when I see him," he muttered under his breath. "How?" she asked again. "Amy," Dean sighed, "I'm more dangerous now even more than before. I think it's best that, once we get into town, you go home with the Doctor."
"You didn't answer my question, Dean. How? How are you here? I thought you were dead." Dean kept his eyes on the road. "I AM dead...kind of." "Explain," Amy said with her arms folded across her chest. "Now you sound like a Dalek," Dean said. They looked at each other and laughed. "So, you remember the Daleks then?" she asked. "Of course. They were annoying little bastards that nearly killed my brother." Amy recalled that day as she looked out the window. It was the first time she met the Winchesters. They helped save the Doctor's life using the things he hated most - weapons.
"Now," she turned back towards Dean, "no more distractions or interruptions. How the hell are you here? Did Cas bring you back?" Dean sat quietly. "You're gonna tell me sooner or later. It might as well be now...while we're alone."
Dean gave another sigh. "Does Castiel look like an angel to you?" he asked. "What? I...I guess not. But what does that have to do with you?" Dean kept his eyes on the road. "Do I look like an angel to you?" "Well, I never really..." Amy trailed off. Her eyes widened with realization. "You...you're not..." she stuttered. Dean kept staring at the road. The storm was going the opposite direction. He reduced his speed.
Amy reached a hand out and stroked his back, trying to feel if he had any wings. "You can't feel them, Amy." "I...oh...Does Sam know?" "Of course he knows. He didn't believe it was me at first," he chuckled. Amy sat quietly in her seat. "He's probably told the Doctor," she said to herself. "Yep. That's why I wanted Sam to go with him."
"What was it like?" "What was what like?" "You know...being 'reborn', I'd guess you call it." Dean smiled, "I'm not reborn, Amy. I'm just...here. With wings stapled to my back." Amy giggled as he pulled into the parking lot of an old motel. He took the key out of the ignition and sat with Amy in silence.
"Wait," she said after a while, "if you're an angel, why didn't you just...teleport us here. Isn't that what angels do?" "I'm not leaving her behind," he said as he rubbed the dashboard. She laughed, "You really are attached to this thing aren't you?" "Among other things," he replied quietly.
They turned and looked at each other grateful for a moment alone. The distance between their lips was getting shorter and shorter.
They almost touched each other's lips when Dean's car door opened. "Damn it Doctor!" he said, as they both pulled away from their almost kiss. The sound of the Doctor's sonic screwdriver came from right behind Dean's back. He quickly got out of the car and snatched the instrument out of the Time Lord's hand. "I swear to God, Doc, if you do that again I will break this thing in half."
He stomped into the small motel room. "So, I guess you know," Amy said walking beside the Doctor to the room. "You'd have thought that he would've been a little nicer since he's an angel now," the Doctor said straightening his bow tie for the third time that day. "Doctor, this is Dean we're talking about," Amy said. The Doctor shrugged his shoulders.
Amy suddenly realized how tired she was. It was almost 3:30 in the morning. She lay on Sam's bed and fell asleep faster than Dean could finish his pie.