Lost

The Winchesters

Rory and Amy ran throughout the TARDIS, going the way they came to the control room. The Doctor was nowhere in sight.

"We should do some research in the library," Amy suggested, "Maybe we can find out what happened to The Doctor."

Rory looked around anxiously, "What if he comes back though?"

Amy looked at the front door. It was wide open, tire marks stretching out the doorway and across the field. She shook her head, "I doubt he will for right now... Just shut and lock the door so we can go look around. The bloke on the phone said he wouldn't be here for awhile anyways."

Rory hesitated, but did what she said. They walked side by side together towards the library.

"It just doesn't make any sense... Did something happen to him? Is he even himself anymore?" Amy mused.

Rory rubbed her back reassuringly, "I'm sure we'll figure it out and those men will help us too. They obviously know a thing or two."

She stopped in her tracks and whacked him on the chest with her hand to stop him, "That's a better idea! You go to the library! I have to make a call first!"

Leaving Rory standing dazed and confused, she ran down the hall and to the telephone box and quickly dialed the number. Dean answered at the very last ring, "What happened?!" He asked urgently.

"Nothing recently but-"

"Don't DO that! I thought your friend got in! We're on our way we just had to get something to eat."

"We're fine as of now, but we need information."

"Look, Sweetheart. We're on our way, we can deal with it."

"Oh shut up. Don't talk to me like I'm helpless or I will kick your ass," she snapped through the phone.

He apologized, "I'm sorry. I just haven't eaten all day.... Right. What's your name? I don't think you told me."

"I'm Amy, Amy Pond," she informed.

"Well hello, Amy," he said slightly flirtatiously.

"Uh-anyways... I was wondering if you could tell me what exactly is wrong with my friend," Amy questioned.

"Oh, I thought you knew. So basically your friend has been possessed by a demon," Dean stated.

"A demon? Like some kind of alien that basically is a demon?" she asked worriedly.

"What? No. A demon. Like, The Exorcist kinda demon, but with less vomiting."

"I don't understand. It's got to be some sort of alien. It's always some sort of alien."

Dean burst out laughing, "An alien? You been smoking something? Please tell me you're not one of those freaks who believes in that shit."

She mocked his laughter, "Yeah well ha ha ha back at you. I don't believe in that 'shit.' I've seen it. I've fought them, I've saved them, hell I even liked one at some point. Don't even get me started on this because trust me if you don't 'believe' now then when you get here you'll understand because my friend is in fact an alien. I guess your friend, Bobby, knew him as an alien too. So why don't you shut that damn mouth of yours and stop being such a-a man."

Dean was silent for a moment, "Okay. Calm down. I didn't mean to piss you off. We'll just see when we get there. Guess I can't really assume it's not real. I've seen everything people think is impossible. You sound like you've seen a hell of a lot too..."

"Yeah. I have. Now can you explain more about what my friend is?" she asked.

"Well I don't know why a demon is possessing your friend, but his meat suit has one in it. If you know all those religious stories for Christianity, well angels and demons are real. I've seen Lucifer with my own eyes, literally, have been to hell and back, purgatory and back, and even heaven and back. Rose from the dead a few times too. Everything you thought couldn't be real, it's all real. Vampires, werewolves, witches, ghosts, pagan gods, shape shifters, it's all real," he explained.