Sam nods in response to Amy’s muttered comfort. “I hope so,” he says, turning back to his brother. The Doctor continues to pilot the TARDIS, small smile on his lips despite not looking at the tall man and slight ginge. He knows potential when he sees it, & after Rory’s death, Amy needs something more stable in her life. Not that the hunter is particularly steady, but moreso than a time-travelling alien. The TARDIS shudders to a halt. Dean tenses. Amy squeezes Sam’s arm. They all turn to the door
UGH MY TEARS HOW DARE YOU
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YOU LOVE ME! YOU LOVE THE TEARS! YOU LOVE THE GINGER MOOSE!
(I put it in once I knew it would make you happy, it wasn't in my original plan!)