It was noon when she awoke the next day. The Doctor was fast asleep on a chair at a small table in the corner of the room. Sam sat across from him, focused on a map of the United States. As she sat up, Dean walked through the door. "Hey," he smiled at Amy. She gave him a foolish, schoolgirl smile and was grateful that everything that had happened wasn't a dream.
"Hey Doc," Dean woke the Doctor by putting a paper sack on his lap. "Woah. What?" the Doctor woke with a start. "Here's the stuff you wanted," Dean said. "Excellent! All of it?" "Yep," he answered while opening a Coke. "Maybe we can finally trap one of these suckers," Sam said without looking up from the map.
Amy put a hand on her stomach realizing that she was extremly hungry. The Doctor noticed. "Why don't we discuss our plan of attack over lunch?" he offered. Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Only if you promise not to wear that hat," Sam said. Amy laughed. "Stetsons are cool," replied the Doctor. Both Winchester brothers rolled their eyes.
"So, what exactly are we dealing with?" Amy asked as she sat in a booth next to Dean eating her massive lunch. "They're called Krillitanes. Nasty things that love to fly on windy days. Think of them as kites with wings," the Doctor smiled. "Kites that eat people. Great metaphor, Doc," Sam said sarcastically.
"And those were the things that Sherlock was investigating?" asked Amy. "Those are the ones," the Doctor answered. "But lately they haven't been flying alone," Dean said in between mouthfuls of burger. "That's why we came here. Tornado Alley. We've been hunting these creatures for months now. This place is like a candy store for them. Serious winds here," Sam added.
"What do they want?" "No idea. But there are demons that have been seen riding them," said Sam. "Demons?" "That's why we need to catch a Krillitane," Sam continued. "And luckily," the Doctor interrupted, "they found just the the alien that can."
"So we better get started," Dean said, throwing a tip on the table. Ready to get back to the room and start building a Krillitane trap.
For the whole day the brothers and the Doctor were leaning over the table building an extremely strange cage. Amy sighed, wishing she could help in some way, but she couldn't understand anything they were doing. So she just turned on the TV and watched Doctor Sexy, M.D. Everynow and then, Dean would look up from the table to watch. He was careful to make sure no one saw him looking.
After what seemed like ages the Doctor finally called out, "Finished!" All three men sat back in their chairs admiring the trap. It was big enough to fit all four of them inside. "Impressive. Can we go somewhere now?" Amy sighed. "Where?" the Doctor asked. "I don't know, but I NEED to get out of this room! I've been cooped up in here for hours watching two seasons of a pointless TV series!" "Hey!" cried Dean. Everyone looked at him. "Ummm...I mean...I'll take you out." He took her hand and led her out of the room.
"So what is there to do in this town besides eat?" asked Amy smiling at Dean in the moonlight. He smiled back and before she knew it they were underneath a tree by a river in the middle of nowhere. She looked around. "Where are we?" she said quietly. "I really don't know." She looked at him curiously.
"I...I don't really have control over some of my...powers yet," he said bashfully. "When I get strong feelings I tend to accidently go places." "You have strong feelings right now then?" she said, looking into his eyes.
Right beside that river, under that tree, in the middle of nowhere, Dean Winchester and Amelia Pond had their first kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other knowing that neither of them would leave each other's side for the rest of their lives. Amy slowly lead Dean towards the riverside.
They stared at each other for a minute. Then Dean laid Amy down in the grass. Her red hair was sprawled out across the ground, like a ginger halo. They pressed their lips together once again. Amy's hands slowly worked off his jacket and shirt.
A pair of large wings slowly came out. They looked so pure and clean against the moonlight. Dean looked embarassed. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. She brushed her hand against his wing, which gave him a wonderfully strange feeling. "They're beautiful."
He slowly got on top of her. She made her way to his belt. But then he stopped her. "Amy," a look of sadness fell over his face. "I never should've led you this far. Things don't always turn out good for a person who makes love to an angel. They can get shunned or worse, killed. I don't think we should do this." He knew it had to be said and just the thought of her being harmed in any way killed him.
She put both her hands on the back of his neck. "I don't care. Dean Winchester, I love you. And that's never going to change." She pulled his lips to hers. He could no longer resist. His body became hers, and hers became his. Her hand ran up and down his back and found that it was surprisingly smooth.
She decided to flip him over, much to his surprise. She sat lightly on his torso working off his belt as he slipped his hands under her skirt. He ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs. The belt was finally off leaving Amy with new places to explore. Dean pulled off her top as she put her mouth on him. His deep voice grumbled with pleasure in the starry silence.
After a few minutes they reached their climax. "You okay?" he said sweat rolling down his body. "I could do this all night," she replied out of breath.
The next morning Amelia Pond woke up with angel wings wrapped around her. But she wasn't by the river. She was in the back of a car. A 1967 Impala to be exact. Sunlight was coming in through the window. She lifed her head and looked around. She was lying comfortably on Dean's bare chest as he slept. She laid her head back down. Feeling his deep breathing was extremely relaxing and she almost drifted back to sleep when all of a sudden a tap came at the window. Dean immediately woke and wrapped his wings around his lover, hiding her from sight.
He saw Sam tapping on the glass and rolled the window down, exposing only his head. "Jesus, Sam, what is it?" "The Doctor wants to get a move on. There's a tornado forming in south Nebraska," he said trying not to look in the car. Dean sighed then rubbed his temples as if he had a hangover. "Fine." And he rolled up the window.
He waited for his younger brother to walk away to pull back his wings. Dean looked down at Amy resting her chin on his chest, smiling. "Hey," he said tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Hey," she replied quietly.