Lost

Don't Forget The Bow Tie

Before I forget AGAIN, I need to give credit to my ghost-writer/editor MooseyArt! You should follow her and check out her stories. They're amazing! But here's the chapter!

Another long day ahead of her without The Doctor. Amy's constant worrying was growing worse. He even made it inside her dreams.

He's on a mass murdering spree and about to kill her - with not even a second thought. She now meant nothing to him. She can see it in his eyes. She doesn't struggle, she knows he'll win. It hurts. Seeing him this way hurt. But nothing hurt more than meaning absolutely nothing to him.

She woke up wondering if any of this journey was worth it. Was there even a way The Doctor could be fixed? What if he was too far gone?

Dean looked over his shoulder at her staring out the window. "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

She sighed deeply in response. As if reading her mind, Dean assured her, "I promise you, we'll get your weird pal back to normal."

"Not normal. That'd be weird. I'm not sure I'd ever want to see a normal Doctor. Just- make him be all... Doctor-y again," she said light-heartedly, but the way her voice wavered showed her fear.

"It's my job, Amy. I will. I know what it seems like some pretty shitty circumstances, trust me I've been there, but it's been worse. Like, hell-on-earth worse. Everything's going to be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end."

She smiled a little, "Did you just call me by my actual name? And quote John Lennon at the same time?"

All Dean did was chuckle a little. He pulled the truck over to the side of the road in front of a tavern and came to a halt.

"Why are we stopping?" Amy asked.

Dean began getting out of the truck, "We're here."

He slammed the door behind him, looking around. She scrambled out of the truck, "So what are we looking for?"

"Some sort of sign that he was here."

"I don't think I can see him... Like that," she confessed.

He patted her on the back, "You don't have to, Little Red."

"I'll-uh-be in the TARDIS with Rory or something."

She walked behind the truck and climbed inside. She lightly woke up Rory and tugged him inside the TARDIS. Dean woke up Sam, "Hey, Sammy, come on let's go."

Sam rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "Where to?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "That's why you're up. We're in Erie and we need to find this guy before he paints this place red too. Get up and find some leads."

Sam stumbled off the truck, grabbed his laptop, and followed Dean into the tavern, a place called Pilgrim's.

Dean ordered a beer, a bacon ranch burger, and a slice of cherry pie, while Sam absentmindedly mumbled for "just water," as he scrolled through the local tragedies on goerie.com.

"Sam I think this was the town with that uh, that-that, Frankenstein guy," Dean said.

"Yeah. Let's not talk about that," Sam said.

"What? You still have your eyes, it ain't that bad," Dean said.

Sam changed the subject, "So there's been three murders in town within the past two days. Two of which the culprit was never found. Both vics were good people, no enemies, the whole nine yards."

"Stabbings?"

"Broken necks."

"Pleasant."

"Yeah, well, both were small business owners, one owned a coffee shop, the other a small thrift store. Few witnesses at each saw a man leaving the scene, no description in the article, no suspects."