SuperWho

The Mansion

     As Castiel and Bobby finally returned, Dean's worried look was replaced by one of relief.
     There wasn't much talk after that point. They shared what they found, and decided to drink some hot cocoa by the fire. Rory held Amy in a sweet embrace, the two snuggled up next to each other on the couch. However, the Doctor was still missing, and Amy was clearly distraught, her hope slowly but surely fading. The group set up sleeping arrangements and all quickly fell asleep after yet another exhausting day.
     Except for Amy. The Doctor was basically her best friend and she couldn't fall asleep without knowing where he was. After tossing and turning for a while, she gave up on trying to sleep and quietly crept her way out the door. She decided to go on a short walk to clear her mind and catch some fresh air. Crickets chirping, owls hooting, and the soft crunch of twigs and foliage under her feet calmed her down.
     After walking for some time, she eventually came across a split in the path. She shone her flashlight around and spotted an old wooden sign with crudely written letters that read "Right: Tree House Left: " the rest had faded. Amy considered going back to the cabin to try and get some rest, but she knew her curiosity would not let her. Remembering that Castiel and Bobby had mentioned going to a tree house, she took the path to the left.
     She walked for about fifteen minutes. While the forest got thicker and thicker, and the path smaller and smaller, she finally found an immensely ornate iron gate. She carefully pushed it open, the old rusted metal creaking loudly. She kept walking forward, now on a cobblestone pathway that led to a gigantic Victorian-style mansion. The house looked incredibly old and incredibly genuine. Gargoyles guarded the grounds below, and huge stained glass windows looked down on her. Looking around to make sure she was safe, Amy hesitantly stepped onto the front porch, each step creaking beneath her weight. She knocked on the door, which was almost 3 times taller than her, but there was no answer, like she had suspected. Curiosity getting the best of her, she pulled on the heavy door and stepped inside. It was practically pitch black inside, despite the mansion having many windows for moonlight to shine through. Her feet landed on an incredibly intricately woven rug, while she shone the flashlight around to try and see what was around her. She spotted aged paintings that had faded over time, a larger-than-life chandelier twinkling above her head, furniture that looked like it had cost a fortune, and a grand staircase, leading to the darkness that was ahead of her.

Author's note: I logged in to WattPad today after a friend made a joke about it. I had honestly completely forgotten about this fic and my account in general. I'm surprised I got in! Anyway, I know many of you enjoyed my fic, so I'm back to update with old stuff I found in a journal. Please do not expect this fic to ever be finished, as I'm no longer really interested in Supernatural or Doctor Who. I've got bigger fish to fry now like worrying about my future. I hope you guys enjoy whatever content I do have, because I honestly didn't even know it existed! Thanks for reading, and sorry for not being here. Thank you for understanding. Love, Author.