Lost

The Road So Far

"Okay, well I'm just saying it'd be a hell of a lot easier if we had Baby because our weapons and suits are in there," Dean argued with Amy.

Rory commented, "It's funny how you two sound like an old married couple bickering and we're the ones who are married."

Amy and Dean whipped their heads towards him, "Shut up," they said in unison.

She waved her hand, "Okay, okay, o-kay. There is a wardrobe here. You get your FBI gear on and I'm coming with you."

"Hey, Groundskeeper Willie, you do realize you don't have an FBI I.D.," he said.

Rory looked confused, "Groundskeeper Willie? What?"

Sam shrugged, "I try to ignore it."

"I could be your pretend intern," Amy said.

"Alright, show us the 'wardrobe' of yours and let's get going before the cops leave."

Sam and Dean followed Amy to the wardrobe and they all quickly changed into suits. Rory watched as they came out, "Why can't I go?"

"Because having two interns is suspicious, Rory," Amy said.

Amy, Sam, and Dean all walked towards the police. The police woman eyed them up, "Can I help you?"

Dean and Sam flipped open their I.D. for her to see. She gestured towards Amy, "And who's she?"

"Intern," Sam said cooly, "So what happened here?"

"Some maniac guy just walked into this diner and went on a murdering rampage.... Ya know, this is a nice town too. This kind of thing never happens. I just don't get it."

"Do you know where the bloke was heading," Amy asked anxiously.

The police woman looked at her suspiciously, "He was apparently heading towards Erie to the north of here according to a local who overheard him talking on some public phone. We would've went after him, but a killer that powerful seems like your kind of job. He's out of our district now."

She leaned in closer, "Please catch him. Those were good people. I knew every single one of them. Some were kids with big futures ahead of them and others have been a patron to that diner since the 50s. This is just messed up. That man deserves to be behind bars."

Amy swallowed hard, thinking about what happened in its entirety. The pain in her chest wouldn't go away. They started walking back to the TARDIS.

"So how the hell are we going to get to Erie when you don't even know how to drive this port-a-potty?" Dean asked.

Amy noticed a large pick-up truck and pointed at it, "That seems like it'd be perfect, but how do we get the keys?"

Dean laughed, "Don't worry about that, Red. I'll hot-wire it and we can just strap the jack in a box to the back of it."

Amy followed him to the truck. She leaned against it while he tried unlocking it, "Who's going to drive?"

"Well definitely not you or that String Bean of yours," he chuckled to himself as he got into the truck.

She glared at him, "What's so funny? Why can't we drive?!"

"Foreigners? Yeah-no. You'll just drive on the wrong side of the road anyways. You know we have our steering wheel on the left side too," he mocked.

"Excuse me, but to us you Americans drive on the wrong side of the street," she retorted.

"No, we drive on the right side. Literally, it's the right side of the road. So, yeah I'm driving, kid," he said while trying to spark the wires.

She rolled her eyes and turned around to see Rory and Sam conversing. They started walking towards the car. Dean got out as the engine roared to life. Amy whispered to him, "Will The Doctor be okay?"

"If I have anything to do with it, yes. And could you explain to me why you call him 'The Doctor'? Is he actually like an alien doctor? I don't get it. Doctor who?" Dean questioned.

Amy giggled, "He's just The Doctor. Nothing to explain."

Rory put his arm around Amy's waist and she spun around to face him. She kissed his lips gently. Sam looked away, but Dean just stared. Sam elbowed Dean, "Dude!"

Dean shook his head with his arms crossed, "I just don't get it."

Dean tapped Amy's shoulder, "Split it up, love birds. We gotta get on the road."

Amy let go and turned to look at him, "What about the TARDIS?"

"I'll go back the truck into it and you guys slide it onto the back. We'll need two of you to hold it though so it doesn't slide around since we don't have any cables to hold it in place. I think Sammy and Crumpet should do it since Amy probably couldn't hold it in place as well and I'm driving," Dean instructed.

"Crumpet?" Rory asked indignantly.

"I'm easily worth two men!" Amy snapped angrily.

Dean held his hands up in defense, "Hey cool your jets, Lucky Charms, your cute when you're angry but it ain't helping. You're riding up front with me."

"That is... it's not... please don't talk to my wife like that," Rory said.

Amy put her hands on her hips, "Lucky Charms? I'm Scottish, not Irish, dumbass."

"Whatever, Loch Ness. We just need to get on the road before 'The Doctor' gets too far," Dean said.

Amy rolled her eyes and got into the front with Dean, slamming the car door and causing the truck to shake. Sam and Rory walked back to the TARDIS so they could lift it into the back end of the truck.

Dean kind of chuckled at their struggling, but didn't offer to help. Sam and Rory climbed into the back to hold the TARDIS and Dean started driving. He turned the radio up that played AC/DC. Amy rolled her eyes. Dean cocked an eyebrow, "What little miss sunshine don't like rock and roll?"

She stuck up her chin in defiance, "I never said such a thing."

"Your face says it all, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that."

Dean mumbled an mhm and rolled down his window. His arm rested on the windowsill as he hummed along to "Hells Bells."

The night grew darker and the shadows grew longer. Amy ended up dozing off. She was shivering in her sleep. Dean shrugged off his leather jacket and while one-handing the wheel, laid it across her chest. He returned his attention back to the road as Amy awakened slightly after feeling the new weight on her body. She smiled a little at Dean and then closed her eyes again to let her dreams take full control.