#gwencopper

Jack had been looking for Gwen for most of that evening, so when he saw her enter her room, it was no surprise that he started to quickly follow her. However, he had to quicken his pace when he saw Rhys angrily rushing towards them. "No-no, sto-" Rushing into the room and closing it behind him, Jack slammed his back against it before giving Gwen a wild look. "Okay, a few things. Rhys knows nearly everything about Anwen, Amy, myself, and Doc. Also he over heard about a few things about the past like Owen and Retcon and well, you'll be pleased to know that Doc and I have made up and I'd really like my battery back for my phone because I found I can't live without it-" Jack inhaled deeply after catching his breath before relaxing against the door. "I'm about to let Rhys in, I'm very sorry." Stepping aside from the door, the Captain moved to stand protectively in front of his best friend.

Gwen was clutching a tub of ice cream that may or may not also have a few pickles stashed inside. It looked to be a very rare occasion where she'd have the room to herself but that relief died in an instant. She tensed, too late to stop the approaching trouble but on-edge nonetheless as she stared fearfully at Jack. Too many emotions crashed over her. "You didn't!" There was no time to address any of those issues, but Gwen shrieked, "Don't!" Her hand stayed pointed accusingly at Jack and she murmured darkly about what he could do with that phone battery. It was all she had to offer even when she locked her apprehensive gaze on Rhys and a fight she wasn't ready for.

Rhys saw Jack and began to rush after him and nearly caught him but was too late by the slamming of Gwen's door in his face. Kicking at it and banging his fists against the door, Rhys let out a slur of curse words-both Welsh and English-Before slamming his weight against it. However, when the door swung open, Rhys nearly fell in and very quickly composed himself before taking a swing towards Jack's face. "Get. The. Ever-​loving-fuck​. Out. Of. My. Room." Seething, Rhys spit at Jack before turning a sharpened, and very angry eye towards Gwen. "Oh woman, you've got a lot of explaining to do."

Jack sighed at Gwen's muttered threat before turning to look at Rhys. Though, when he did, his face was met with a fist and the Captain went flying to the side. Clutching his jaw, he looked up at Rhys. "Not until you've settled down. I'm not leaving you alone with Gwen, not like this Rhys." Standing back up, Jack rubbed at his face before moving to stand once more in front of his best friend.

Gwen unhappily set her ice cream down on the nearest flat surface. "Rhys," she snapped as soon as she made sure Jack was alright, but it was more of a plea than a warning. She could have handled this herself but it was Jack's bloody mess so if he didn't insist on staying, she would have made him. Thinking on what she'd learned from the policy academy long before Torchwood, Gwen wouldn't admit to anything until she was actually accused of it and, even then, there wasn't proof. And that was wrong. That was so wrong. She should not have been so deeply invested in the years of lies and half-truths she'd given her husband, but it had all been for the best until now. She could take for granted that she wouldn't get hurt physically. Even without the baby in mind, Rhys wasn't like that and so she moved, not in front of Jack but beside him. She couldn't count on him to take her side with everything, especially because she was absolutely not changing her ways; but he'd moderate and hopefully not let things go too far. "Where.." she sighed, hating that she already looked so defeated. "Where do you want me to start?"

Rhys gave Gwen a very pointed look before raising his brows and then looking Jack up and down, sizing him up and wondering if he should attempt to take him out. Especially since the man had moved to stand directly in front of his wife. Offended that it seemed Jack would assume that he would even hurt his wife, the Welshman felt a whole new swell of anger surge through him. However, he was caught off-guard by Gwen's question. Turning back towards her, he snapped "From the fucking beginning."

Jack started to hold out his arm to bar Gwen, realising the unpredictable nature within Rhys. He stopped when she stood by his side and decided to focus more onto Rhys. Though, when he spoke he was directing it towards her. "Tell the truth to him, Gwen. Don't lie or hide anything, alright?"

Gwen gave a single note of unamused laughter, "No way." Then, because it would have been easy to mistake her meaning, she shook her head and clarified: "I'll have this kid and he'll be three years old before I can tell you ​ev-ry-thing​. What d'you want to know that actually matters now?" She sent a look Jack's way, speaking a non-verbal language the two of them had developed in the field and conveying two things: she was very uncomfortable, and she blamed him.

Rhys nodded towards Jack, actually and finally agreeing with him before giving Gwen a very tight and very unhappy smile. "You think it's funny?" Laughing along with her, minus the humour, Rhys continued to laugh until he couldn't anymore. "Well if it takes three bloody years, then so fucking be it. Why did you drug me, Gwen? You didn't think I could handle the truth? That... you fucking Owen would stop me from loving you? Yeah, I'm properly mad, but I'm not going to hate you for it. I'm hurt, and I'm betrayed, and it's only been made worse by the fact that ​you fucking drugged me​ like a cowardly cunt."

Jack closed his eyes at Gwen's reply before listening with a concerned-yet quiet rage at Rhys' rant. After Rhys finished and threw out his slur towards Gwen, Jack pointed at him "Watch it, Rhys." before turning to sit on Gwen's bed to listen, and making himself available in case things went flying.

Gwen did her best to keep a defiant expression. It was probably scarier that she just took it, stood still and taking the time to phrase her response carefully, only flinching at the end. Using Jack as a good reason to stall for time, she gestured towards her bedside table where he could find the phone battery if he felt like pawing through some rubbish first. "Stay there," she demanded a bit uneasily. The only thing worse than forcing Jack to witness this exchange would have been doing it all alone. She'd knowingly kept Rhys waiting for a good few seconds and now took a stance that would have seemed threatening if the baby bump wasn't in the way. "Did someone tell you it was Owen or did you assume?" She began with a deceptively calm tone before deciding the answer didn't matter. "He's dead, Rhys, and I ended it a long time before that. Oh, I wish I could tell you it was just once and it was awful.." There went the darker, more resentful pitch. She had nothing good to say on the subject of Retcon and resolved to deflect with the details of her affair instead. "Something happened on the job that changed me- it was a long time ago, when I first started -I was scared. I was angry. I-" She made a little choking sound and shook her head. "I felt like he understood, that's all, okay? It's done. It doesn't matter anymore."

Rhys glanced at Jack as the Captain began to rifle through Gwen's table before turning to look back at his wife. For one solid indignant moment, he realised that he might have made a mistake-though him admitting it would never happen. "It wasn't that hard to assume. I knew it was Ianto and Tosh isn't exactly your cup of tea. And I've already tapped the Jack well, so really-who else does it leave? Martha? Fucking please." But then Gwen went on to further explain and Rhys found himself nearly regretting on bringing it up. Taking a step closer towards her, he shook his head allowing a bit of betrayal to strike through him from her reasoning. "No, you're right. The affair doesn't matter anymore, but the fact that you couldn't trust me enough and you had to use a drug on me still stings, Gwen. I'm now stuck wondering how many times you've done it to me, or if you're going to do it again. The lies need to stop, they really do." Rhys softened and gave Gwen an expression of hurt and love. "Because if you can't trust me to take all of this, then why are we even together?"

Gwen honestly would have preferred to keep talking about her affair. It was less shameful and easier to make sense of. As twisted as it was, she couldn't find much relief in Rhys agreeing that it no-longer mattered. She opened her mouth, ready to insist that it had only been the one time, but she winced, feeling a twitch inside and genuinely upset because the kick took her by surprise and she was not stalling on purpose this time. No, it was very important she get her words out quickly and carefully. With a hand over her stomach hopefully slowing any further movement, she locked her eyes on Rhys. "Because I need you. We're good together, we always are. It was one little pill..." she was begging, but not quite sure what for. "It doesn't matter now either. I'm not the same person. I can tell you things now I wasn't allowed to before or- okay- or I didn't want to." She braved a step closer, lowered her voice to a whisper with no less emphasis. "I'm really sorry. Trust me. ​Trust​ me."

Rhys let his eyes fall to Gwen's stomach where she rested her hand before looking up to meet her gaze. Forcing his face to remain blank so that he didn't show emotion, Rhys waited until she finished her speech before giving a longer pause before even attempting to answer. "Tell me," He pulled his head back and held out his hand to stop her from coming closer to him as he took a step back. "Tell me the whole truth since you've arrived her. No lies. And swear to me, swear on your dad that you will not lie to me again. Ever." He stared her down and frowned before closing his eyes and sighing, attempting to hold back tears and trying to make himself from not having to say what he really had to say next. " And if I catch you in a lie, or find out you've lied, so help me, I will leave you and take the kids and you will never speak to any of us again. Do you understand?" Reopening his eyes, Rhys allowed his tears to freely fall, "I'm trusting you, and I love you, but don't take it for granted because we will be finished."

Jack had found his battery and replaced it in his phone the whole time the two were arguing. He only looked up when voices were raised, but otherwise he concentrated on his mobile and made sure that he didn't miss any important messages or calls. However, when Rhys gave Gwen an ultimatum, Jack looked up and focused on the Welshman before slowly shaking his head and mouthing a 'don't' before standing to take the back of Gwen's arm. He understood why Rhys said what he did, and even a little bit of him agreed with the man, but he still felt that they needed to at least try to stick together. Silently, Jack gave Gwen's arm a squeeze before he moved past her and gave Rhys a look before moving to exit the room, realising when he needed to give the couple privacy.

Gwen , somehow, was not crying because, worse than anger, worse than heartbreak, she was scared. She froze in place, mouth open and one foot forward in an uncompleted step. Unfair as it was, she allowed herself an ounce of hope when Jack took her arm. He could tell Rhys just how unfair that was or help sort out what was and wasn't on a need-to-know basis, but then he was gone and she let out a tense exhale. Gwen caught herself shaking her head and wondered how long she'd been doing it subconsciously. The verbal response that she eventually managed was broken and desperate, like the words actually belonged to someone else and she had so few to work with. "Y-you don't mean that and don't say it like ​lying's​ the worst thing there is. I was only tryin' to protect you." Gwen curled both of her hands into fists and held them up, level with her chin like she was grasping at something invisible for support. "What d'you want? You want to interrogate me?" Her voice broke with no defiance left in her. "Rhys, I'm not saying no." Her hands trembled with the emphasis. "But ​think​ about what you're asking, okay? I've seen things here that, if I had a choice, I'd forget them. I didn't want you dragged into it."

Rhys inhaled sharply as he waited for a rebuttal from Jack, but when he didn't receive one, the Welshman exhaled and ducked his head when the Captain left the room. Quietly, he nodded and then ran his hand slowly over his face before dragging his eyes up to meet Gwen's. "That's just the thing, Gwen. I do. I honestly do mean it." He turned his head to the side before narrowing his eyes. "Lying ​is​ the worst thing for us. An affair I can bloody well handle, you chasing aliens and fighting invisible threats? I can handle. But lying? It's killing me!" He began to raise his voice as he stared her down. "P-Protect me?!" Stumbling over his words in disbelief, Rhys' jaw nearly dropped. "I'm a grown man! I don't need my wife protecting me from whatever she thinks she's protecting me from." Shaking his head in frustration, Rhys held up both hands to silence her. "I know what I'm asking for, alright? I don't give a flying fuck what you've seen, just fucking tell me."

Gwen was shaking her head again, senselessly this time. "No, no," she said, until a point worth vocalising came to mind. "It's my job. It ​was my job​ . It was mad and I loved it and you were safe-" she choked. "You were so normal. That's what I was protecting: us! Outside of it all.." She'd known all along that death could part them, but she'd taken for granted that nothing else would. Gwen took a deep breath and moved to sit down on her bed where Jack had been. She exhaled very slowly and finally forced herself to start, not looking at Rhys and speaking with the low, careless tone she'd used when she drugged herself. "Time works different here, but I think it was August. I woke up with Jack in the little town we had before this ship. We don't remember anything after Esther's funeral- it's true, he'll tell you the same -but we were in different clothes. I had different injuries and I can't explain it. I met a woman called Meg. She was a demon. Yeah- really." Gwen cast her gaze down towards the floor, wondering if cheating really was less of an offense than leaving truths out of her story. "I stayed at hers for awhile. I sort of.. snogged her." That barely covered her first fortnight in the Pocket and Gwen was already exhausted, emotionally and otherwise. She rushed though the next line to cover that confession, but maybe not quickly enough: "She's gone now, I dunno where."

Rhys moved to place himself opposite Gwen, plopping himself down on Esther's bed. "Listen," he sighed heavily while shaking his head at his wife. "I know that you wanted us to live this normal and happy life but look around, nothing's been normal since the day you got that job at Torchwood." Holding his hand up to stop her in case she tried to interrupt. "I see that Torchwood was the best thing to happen to you-aside from me-but honestly, we can be happy and not normal, that matters to me. So please Gwen, please, I'm begging you not to lie to me anymore." Reaching forward he took her hand in his and kissed it lightly. "August? Wait that doesn't... the child is older than...Jack said for certain the baby is mine and that Doctor bloke did too... Was I here before?" Raising his brows, Rhys stared Gwen down for some sort of truthful answer.

Gwen wouldn't offer up any more of her story if Rhys wasn't going to press for it. She only looked up when he took her hand and that was with some ridiculous amount of relief that dissolved too quickly. He had a point: 'happy' and 'normal' weren't always synonymous, but she'd kept him away from Torchwood until it took over their lives entirely. She waited in quiet dread for Rhys to do the maths but she kept her eyes on him this time. "You had to ask Jack?" It wasn't fair, but she was hurt that there had been any doubt. But that last question was worse. Gwen forced herself to nod when the words failed her initially and then the explanation came out in a rush, "It's yours and that's all that matters. I love you-" she stammered. "In any universe and I am so- ​so​ glad you're here, but I couldn't tell you."

Rhys gave Gwen's hand a squeeze before sliding back and pushing himself to stand from the bed. "I had to ask Jack about Amy, but that came up and you know how I get when I get mad." Sighing irritably, Rhys pursed his lips and lowered his head in defeat. "I love you too. I have no doubts in that. Nor do I doubt that the baby is mine. Because deep down, I just know, but right now? I think I need to sleep somewhere else tonight. Just to clear my head, you know? I'll be back tomorrow, might even bring you breakfast." Leaning down, Rhys placed a gentle kiss to Gwen's forehead and then a much softer, but lingering one to her lips. "Goodnight, Gwen. I'll be next door, I'm taking Martha's old bed for now, alright?"

Gwen started to say something about how Rhys didn't ​have to​ ask Jack about anything but she'd said enough and wisely shut her mouth. Sleeping in another room was fine- more than understandable, given that it would prevent this fight from getting any worse. She was only poised to object to the one her husband had in mind. "With Jack?!" In a better mood she might have teased that, of course, he'd rather share that space with Jack than let her do it. Worse, it meant she couldn't go complaining to her best friend either. Wrong as it was, she actually pouted, not responding much to either kiss but soon regretting that. She turned her attention to her melty forgotten ice cream and pretended to be less upset than she was, "Yeah, fine."

Rhys frowned heavily at Gwen's obvious tantrum. "It's for the best, love. You know it as well as I do." Sighing, the Welshman gave her one last look before turning to exit the room completely. "And don't think you're fooling anyone with the 'hidden' pickles. I could smell them the moment I walked into the room." Smirking, he left, closing the door behind him only to lean his back against it and sigh before turning to walk past Jack's room and towards the kitchen of the ship where he would spend the rest of his evening.

Dean felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders now that he had found his car, and not just that, but the alcohol he'd stored in it from the bar prior to his move to the Town Hall. He'd been on the intent of doing a little bit of exploring to keep his idle hands busy, but as soon he found Baby, he'd pretty much parked himself on the hood of the car with a bottle of whiskey, pretty content on downing as much of it as the Pocket (the boat?) would let him. That was until two people walked in- who he assumed saw his message about the alcohol once he saw Gwen, remembering that she wasn't a stranger to drinking herself. Capping the bottle of whiskey, he hopped off the hood and waved at his sudden visitors. "You guys wanna drink?" He asked in loo of a proper greeting.

Gwen figured that with her medicine helping, her gun pocketed, and her belly hidden easily enough beneath an oversised jumper, she had no more excuses or desires to stay confined to her room. She'd seen John's warning about what the TARDIS had caused the below decks to become, but she couldn't resist a look. She grinned when she found the Doctor headed in her same direction. This was a face she liked and she'd be glad not to be alone even if she wouldn't say so out loud. Perhaps subconsciously, she found the room Dean mentioned and immediately stepped closer, nodding to the offer and facing mixed feelings towards having to reject it. "Not right now, but that's great," she said. "That's gonna make you some friends."

The Doctor decided that now would be a good and festive time to look for his TARDIS. Of course he'd mentally planned to not have John anywhere near her, and once he saw Dean Winchester had found his car on the internet, he figured that finding his own vessel wouldn't be that hard. However, there was one thing he didn't plan for and that was company, though if he had to choose, he was glad that it was Gwen Cooper. Smiling at her briefly, the Time Lord wordlessly followed her until they entered a room that held both Dean and his beloved Impala. Making a face at the offered alcohol, the Doctor frowned and held up a hand. "No. It ages me, can't risk looking old." Giving the American an unamused smile, the Doctor began to poke around the room (and even risking to open the passenger side door to the car).

Dean raised a skeptical eyebrow at both of their refusals - both of them for different reasons. He muttered a 'Suit yourself' and bit back a comment about the Doctor not needing to worry about the alcohol aging him when he seemed to be doing a fine job of that himself already with that face. But then he got caught up thinking again about how he changed faces in the first place and just pushed the entire conversation aside, not really in the mood for a long winded answer that may or may not have been irrelevant. Instead he moved around the car, following the Doctor closely, not entirely trusting him that close to his Baby. Especially when he just re-found her. "What are you two doing then, if not looking for alcohol?" he asked, keeping a close eye on the Doctor when he opened the passenger door, ready to intervene at any moment.

Gwen wouldn't touch the car but she got close enough to study it and mused quietly on just how much she missed driving even if this particular car wouldn't be her style. It was summarised easily enough with a mumbled, "Glad the car's okay." She considered her options for a beat before she answered honestly, "Just looking in general, I suppose... There's a lot to see down here. 'Keeps changing."

The Doctor sniffed the car door before pawing his way onto the front seat and crawling in on his hands and knees, all while picking up odd bits and sniffing them, even giving pause to lick the steering wheel. When he heard Dean's question, he shot his head up and smacked it on the roof of the car before letting out a 'oof' before crawling back out and shutting the door and leaning against the vehicle. "Looking for my ship. Which, after a thorough test, your car is ​not​ my ship."

Dean frowned, distracted long enough from the Doctor to allow him enough time to somehow climb entirely into the vehicle to give Gwen a look. "Changing? What do you mean by that?" He had suspected as much himself, but he hadn't made it far enough to do some actual invesigating. But he had been sure he'd checked this room for his car before and now it was suddenly there. He was going to say as such when he finally took note of the Doctor who was making his way back out. "What the Hell? I could have told you that. How about you just... back away from the car now." he said cautiously, shooeing the old man away from his car. "Are you going to be checking things out more now? Because I was planning on doing a little poking around too before I found her." He said, jutting his thumb in the direction of the car and directing his question more to Gwen without actually taking his eyes off the Doctor.

Gwen looked a little too amused by the scene before her. She'd get involved if necessary but if Dean's request wasn't enough to get the Doctor away from his precious car, then his next question at least posed a nice distraction. The hunter seemed to have things covered but she could contribute some enthusiasm. "We could check some of the other rooms. Come with us!"

The Doctor jutted his neck out and rose his eyebrows while narrowing his eyes at the hunter. Crossing his arms over his chest, the Time Lord backed away and stood beside Gwen while still openly glaring at Dean. "Well I was going to look around but since you two happen to be here, I guess you could come with me." Sticking his nose in the air, the Doctor turned sharply to his left before he stopped dead in his tracks and pointed accusingly in the direction opposite him. "What is that!? That's not been there before, and I would know, I've been licking this ship like a stale lolly for days now!" Cautiously he leaned towards Gwen and whispered, "trust me, the lick test helps."

Dean locked the doors to his Impala as soon as the Doctor was distracted before moving to follow them, appreciating Gwen's enthusiasm that lead the alien away from his car, not even sure if it had been on purpose or not. He narrowed his eyes at the man, muttering a 'that can't be sanitary,' and making a mental note to touch the ship a little less before his own curiosity won out and he stepped closer to the door across the hall. "I thought this door was black the last time I saw it..." He murmured, pushing past the Doctor to press his ear to the door, but the little bit of pressure was enough to apparently push it open and he immediately jumped back, admittedly caught off guard by the swinging door.

Gwen shivered with something halfway between disgust and amasement. "I believe you," she told the Doctor. "But maybe that's more of a last resort test." She aimed a finger his way in order to imply as vaguely but deliberately as possible that if he licked her, they'd have a very different conversation. In truth, three separate exploring missions had just become one and although she liked thinking it had been her idea, she had no issue letting Dean take the lead. She stared at the door in question as it swung and agreed, "Okay, that's new. At least it's not the tiger-one."

The Doctor brightened when Gwen spoke about the tiger. "Oh I nearly met him. Sharp-witted, that one. Absolutely hilarious once he opens up to you." Smiling genuinely at her he turned to look at Dean when he heard the door swing open. Throwing his hand up he rolled his eyes and openly sighed. "Now look what you've done! No one said to open the door, what'd you open the door for!? You wouldn't even let me sonic it fir-he wouldn't let me sonic it!" The latter half of the sentence was more of a whiny complaint to Gwen than anything, but the Time Lord soon found himself following the hunter. "Well in any case, it's a strange room with a strange thing behind it, might as well explore it since Mr. Prematurely-Opens-Doors here has already ruined the surprise."

Dean gave Gwen a 'is-this-guy-serious' look before turning his perplexed stare back at the Doctor. "I'll give you something to sonic," he retorted, pointing his finger at him and nearly poking the alien in the chest. His retort came out more as a suggestive innuendo than threatening and Dean couldn't help but smirk when he realized as he turned back towards the room. He stopped just a few short paces into the room, a chill running down his spine at the sight in front of them. Suddenly they were standing in a lifelike was museum, at least he hoped they were wax as some of the things he was seeing looked too familiar for his liking.

Gwen thought the only thing worse than moderating this insanity would be having to take a side. "I don't think it needs sonic-ing," was her first attempt at neutrality. "But keep that handy, Doctor," she said immediately upon stepping into the room. "Woah, this is..." ​'Creepy'​ might have been a better word but Gwen went with a more troubling observation, "Huge." She made a face at what appeared to be the first artwork in their path. "Let's walk though," she said. "It might be a good hiding place, who knows?"

The Doctor continued to widen his eyes towards Dean, trying to show that he wasn't intimidated at all by his threat. "Oh? Is that supposed to scare me? Well I've got news for you, it'll take a lot more to scare.... me." His tone died down once he hit 'me' as he stared at the room before them. "No, I don't think this is going to be a good hiding place for any of us." Carefully, he pushed past Dean and Gwen and started to edge towards a scene that looked a little ​too​ familiar to him. "Oh look at this! All cheap copies! Who'd believe those were ​actually​ Daleks!? Bah!" Throwing his hand in the air, he turned towards Gwen, ready to launch into a rant.

Dean didn't pay the Doctor any attention as he made his way further into the room. Some of the things looked just completely bizarre to him, but it didn't take long to figure out that some of what he didn't recognize, was recognized by at least the Doctor. Dean was immediately drawn to a replica of Bobby's house though, and he was standing right in front of it before he even realized he'd made the decision to move to it. Every thing looked so real, even the body laying on the floor in the corner that made his stomach twist and turn painfully as soon as he realized who it was. With a frown, he leaned forward to poke the glass that separated him from the room, but then he felt himself being pulled in, like he was being sucked through a vacuum and the next thing he knew he was standing in Bobby's front room. Except now he was more than certain it was real. The smell that hit him immediately gave him a huge douse of nostalgia that turned to nausea. There was someone else there. Someone apart from the dead body that he still refused to look directly at, and slowly he pulled out his blade from his back pocket and spun around. "I know you're there, so why don't you stop hiding like he coward you are and come out here." He called, the cackling he was hearing giving him chills.

Gwen knew it hardly mattered, but she felt the need to clarify anyway. "I don't mean we should hide in here. I mean, the things we're looking for. This would be a good place to hide them when the ship plays games- with all this creepy.. shit." She looked Dean's way, hoping he'd agree but he seemed a little too transfixed. "They're not real," she tried to reassure both men. "None of it's-" she tensed, stumbled a step backwards and bit back a scream. She got as close to the display as possible without the risk of touching it and waved her arms in useless disbelief, "Doctor, what the hell just-?!?!"

The Doctor flung his arm towards the Dalek while still keeping his eyes trained on Gwen. "Well of course they're not real! Is your pregnancy making you pudding for brains!? That's not what I'm saying, what I'm saying is they're a poor excuse at trying to scare us!" Blinking when he realised that something had scared the woman before him, the Doctor paused and dropped his arms to his side. "What? What is it? What's going on? Has the American done something stupid?" Whirling around, the Time Lord looked about the room. "Dan?" Pausing once more, he turned to look at Gwen. "That's his name, right?"

Dean 's heart was pounding hard in his chest as he scoped out the room. The cackling sounded familiar, but he couldn't place who exactly it belonged to and he thought that might have been aggravating him even more than the way the walls felt like they were closing in on him. With how real everything looked, sounded, ​smelled​, he'd just about completely forgotten that he wasn't actually standing in Bobby's cabin. In fact, he realized the same thing could have happened to him that had happened to Rhys and Meg. Or maybe whoever was clearly having the time of their lives in one of the other rooms was behind the entire thing. "If you don't come out, I will find you. And trust me, your fate will be ten times worse if you make me chase you." He warned.

Gwen extended her right hand and pressed her fingers together to mime a closed mouth. It might have been useless at this point but she was still trying to keep her new baby a secret. She had bigger problems at the moment though, like the fact that her friend had literally just vanished into one of the displays. "His name is Dean," she snarled with misplaced anger and then risked leaning in closer, straining to hear what was going on inside the house. Then, "Can you sonic it or something?!"

The Doctor rolled his eyes dramatically at Gwen before pulling out his sonic and heading closer towards the area Gwen was moving closer to. "So I missed a letter, he'll live without the 'e'." Pulling Gwen out of the way, the Time Lord held the sonic screwdriver up to the house and buzzed it before pulling it back and reading it. "Do you fancy an adventure?" Raising his brows, the Doctor pocketed his sonic before grabbing a hold of Gwen's hand and leaping into the wall, effectively tugging his friend along with him. "Well that went over a lot better than I expected, at least we're not eating the wall. Oh, Dan! That's where you've wandered off to. Find anything interesting?" Smiling, the Doctor looked around realising that they weren't on the ship anymore. "Hang on, where are we? And where's that laughing coming from?"

Dean jumped back, immediately going into the defensive when he heard people in the room suddenly, but only half relaxed when he realized who it was. "We're in my friend Bobby's place... I haven't checked... But I think that's Bobby." His voice caught both times he said the name but he pointed with his blade toward the body laying on the floor in the corner. "It doesn't make sense for him to be here though. And I don't know where the damn laughing is coming from but whoever it is needs to shut the hell up." He explained, spinning around and yelling out the last four words.

Gwen didn't get the chance to say that while she did fancy an adventure, she was in no mood for a suicide mission. Seeing they'd made the transition safely, she moved on to her next senseless priority and murmured, "Dean," under her breath. She listened to the man's summary but was not the least bit reassured. "Yeah," she said. "I'm not a fan either." Without a second thought, she lifted her jumper, briefly exposing her stomach and finding the pistol she had secured at her hip. She raised a brow at Dean's outburst and waited for a response from anywhere in the room. Still, she drew her gun, cocked it, and held tight.

The Doctor moved closer to Gwen, probably too close for comfort but he didn't seem to really notice or care. Leaning down to whisper in her ear as he eyed the body, the Time Lord moved his gaze over towards Dean. "Who's Booby?" Fishing for his sonic in his pocket, the Doctor moved over towards the body and knelt down as he carefully turned the person over so that they were on their back. Slamming his ear to their chest, the Time Lord listened for any sign of life. "I'm sorry." Grimacing he sat up and looked towards Dean and shook his head slowly. When the laughter grew more intense, the Doctor jumped up and held his sonic out before turning to look at Gwen's weapon. "Really? A gun? ​Really​?"

Dean narrowed his eyes and looked over at the Doctor, giving him a slightly crazy look when he caught him asking Gwen who 'Booby' was. "It's Bobby," he snapped, before following him over to his surrogate dad laying on the floor and watched as he checked for any sign of life. Gritting his teeth, he moved to the other side of the room, a new rage building inside of him from having to see Bobby like that again, even though there was a small voice in the back of his mind that told him he wasn't real. Using the tip of his blade he pushed open the door that led to kitchen, and found himself face to face with Abaddon. Instantly he went on the attack, kicking himself for not realizing the laughter was coming from her. But she was too quick for him and knocked him back. He hit head on the ground, but that didn't stop him from pushing himself and grabbing her by the hair to try and get a good enough hold on her to run his blade right through her chest. But as soon as he thought he did, he found himself going through the front window of Bobby's house.

Gwen could hardly believe she'd been reduced to spouting corrections but she was glad Dean got to this one first. It gave her a moment to double check her own weapon and frown at the Doctor's. She had a witty comment ready about what kind of sonic-screwing he could do, but the danger was only momentarily forgotten. She went after Dean but not fast enough and the resounding commotion was enough to get her heart racing. Rushing through the kitchen door, she fired two shots on instinct; one missed completely and the other seemed to follow Dean and whatever monster he was facing through the window.

The Doctor felt it all had happened way too fast and he didn't like it. Watching as Dean launched into a fight with what looked like a severely aggressive red-headed woman, he startled when Gwen shot off her gun at her. Dodging the last shot, he ran after Gwen and reached for her before leaping out the window to follow Dean. Once he made sure Gwen was with him, he whirled around and aimed his sonic at the window and.... paused. Dropping his arms, he looked around until he found Dean by himself on the ground. "What!? Where!? This isn't..." Holding up his screwdriver and turning it on, he buzzed it around the golden lit room and stopped in the middle before holding his tool to his ear. "This can't be! Listen, if you hear ticking, look to the clocks! If they're broken, then we are in danger."

Dean hit the ground at a weird angle, and a load groan fell past his lips. But as soon as he remembered who he'd just been fighting, he temporarily forgot the pain and pushed himself off the ground. Except Abaddon wasn't there, and neither was Bobby's house. "What.." He mouthed, looking over at Gwen and The Doctor. "Where the Hell did Abaddon go? Did you guys see her?" He asked, completely ignoring the alien's warning.

Gwen failed to see where her other bullet had ended up and reached the same conclusion: they could move between rooms, formerly just displays and now interactive nightmares, but everything else stayed trapped. If that was correct, they'd just have to keep moving, it had to end eventually, and she could count her blessings too, knowing she hadn't hit Dean and that her two companions were insufferable but still perfectly intact. She suffered a delayed reaction to whatever the Doctor was on about and, wanting nothing to do with this particular game, given the look on his face, she did her best to sound reasonable, "Forget the clocks. Look for another window. They won't follow- isn't that right?" She had to hope so.

The Doctor was agitated that the two seemed to ignore his warning. "No, no, no, no. You misunderstand me. Don't forget the clocks, a window or door won't do you good in this room." Shaking his head, the Doctor began to mutter to himself before he turned sharply towards Dean. Marching towards him, he grabbed the man by the shoulders and placed his face inches from his. "You! We were just in a place that you and only you knew. It was a memory of sorts? You knew the woman you fought? Yeah?" Letting Dean go, the Doctor stood in the middle of the room and stared up at the giant mirror that was behind his two current companions. "This is mine. I had the face other Doctor wears now, and I had Rose and Mickey with me. There was also a horse, but that's another story. Anyway," Spinning, he pointed towards the fireplace. "We're in France. Specifically Madame De Pompadour's room. Oh Reinette.... I'm so sorry, ah..." He spaced out as he thought about her once more before he caught a stare from Gwen. "The fireplace or the mirror, that's our way out... Though Gwen," he walked towards her and half-smiled. "If the pattern seems to be going in the way I think it is... the next room's yours."

Dean felt like he was still reeling from a serious case of whiplash when the Doctor suddenly took him by the shoulders and what he and Gwen were saying was starting to sink in and make sense. He made a face at the Time Lord's closeness, and was still growing increasingly annoyed, but nodded anyway to his question, taking another look around the room as it was explained to him. When the Doctor pulled away, he brushed himself off and gave Gwen a look as he stalked off to look for the way out. "Does he just get more alien with age?" He grumbled towards Gwen and cautiously poked the nearest window, preparing himself to be pulled into something new. He let out a quiet breath of relief when nothing happened, and turned around to announce his finding when he spotted the broken clock on the wall. "What were you saying about broken clocks?"

Gwen shook her head, denying it even as acceptance inevitably set in. "That's ridiculous. They can't tailor rooms specifically for what we're scared of. How would..." She trailed off there because it no longer mattered. Irrationally, she was excited. She wouldn't admit it aloud but she'd missed the dangers and uncertainty of Torchwood. "Okay, how'd we get to France from Bobby's house? Weren't you the one who said it wasn't real?" As the Doctor seemed to be preoccupied, she agreed with Dean instead, "He gets more.. something, yeah." She followed his gaze over the clock in question, readjusted her hold on her gun and willed everyone to focus, particularly the Doctor who should know. "What kind of danger?"

The Doctor widened his eyes and stared over at Dean before looking over his shoulder at the broken clock. "Shhh! Shut up!" He waved at the two of them and craned his neck to get a good listen of the room. A soft ticking could be heard from the wall where the fireplace and giant bed were placed. "Do you hear it? The ticking? Why's there ticking when the clock is broken?" Blinking, he looked to Gwen and Dean before frowning at her gun. "Actually, for once, good. Glad you have it." Holding his hand up, the Time Lord crab-walked over to the bed and slowly crawled on top of it before ushering to Dean to come over and made hand signals to get him to prepare to stab at what was underneath. "Harvesting organs danger." Raising his brows he looked at Gwen before connecting his gaze with Dean and nodded once before he slumped down and yanked the covers up. "Haha! Gotcha yo-oh you're not there. Okay, new plan." Hopping off the bed, the Doctor smacked his head against the wall and listened for the ticking. "If you see an eighteenth century man or woman with a pretty mask, don't talk to them, just kill. They're robots, human harvesting robots."

Dean frowned, actually doing what he was told (even if he wasn't happy about it) and strained his ears for the ticking he kept going on about. His face shone with recognition as soon as he heard it and crouched into a defensive pose even though he had no idea what he was about to be up against. But for now he was willing to trust the Doctor, despite his senile antics. He nodded and tip toed toward the bed, willingly ready to attack whatever was underneath at the Doctor's signal. As soon as he gave it, Dean launched and ..... Effectively punctured an empty bed. "You have got to be kidding me." He mumbles, straightening out and pointing at the fireplace. "Didn't you say that was a way out? Why don't we just leave?"

Gwen repeated, 'harvesting organs' miserably under her breath. "Of course it is," she sighed. Turning a slow full circle confirmed that nothing else in the room looked promising. Just like Dean had set off his monster, this was a trap waiting to be sprung and now Gwen just as good as had the Doctor's permission and what she interpreted as a suggestion from Dean. She turned her full attention to the fire place, knowing that had to be it, got close enough to peer inside and then leapt back, screaming. She'd known something was coming but even with the Doctor's warning she wasn't entirely prepared for the sight. She lost count of the shots that rang out, only knowing she'd done her best to aim. She remembered learning that bullets did no good against Daleks and now had to pray that the Doctor hadn't set her up to fail here.

The Doctor waved his hand dismissively at Dean while he listened to the ticking. When Gwen got closer to the fireplace, the Doctor lept forward and held out his hands before screaming a 'no don't!' only to be drowned out by Gwen's hail of bullets. "Ah you idiots! It's times like these where I miss Mickey! At least he was a competent idiot who listened!" Smacking his forehead, the Doctor reached for Dean and swung him over towards him as he watched one of the Clockwork droids climb through the fireplace. "That's the thing! We need to get past the thing to get out of here!" Shoving the hunter towards it, the Doctor scrambled around to pick up the heaviest object he could find before running towards the robot at full-speed and slamming the statue down onto it's head. "I'm sorry Gwen, I thought bullets would harm it. I was wrong, now run for the fireplace!" Giving the robot another hit for good measure, the Time Lord waited for the other two to dash out before he followed suit, not really sure what to expect next.

Dean just caught himself when the Doctor pushed him forward, and he tried to stab the robot as it came towards him but it didn't take him long to figure out that even his blade was useless against it. Give him any kind of monster any day and he was fine, but here he was clearly out of his element. It wasn't a feeling he particularly enjoyed. Still, he gave the thing a good kick and ran for the fire place, pushing Gwen through first and crawled out soon after. The change in light was the first thing that registered, as the brightness temporarily blinded him after being in the dimly lit room. The next thing that registered was the grass under him as he stood back, shielding his eyes to look for Gwen and make sure she made it through safely. "Where the Hell are we now? And I don't see any windows or fireplaces, so basically we're fucked." he grumbled, looking to Gwen for any sign of recognition. Because if the Doctor was right, this place would have something to do with her if the pattern continued.

Gwen debated how much she wanted out of the room against how little she wanted to deal with what was coming next. She wouldn't have moved without Dean's guidance and when she finally got though and assessed her surroundings, she had to share his sentiment, "We are fucked. You have no idea." She wasted a few seconds checking her gun and she announced, "I've got two shots." She squinted at what looked to be a small crowd approaching. "They're just people," she said, thought it was hardly reassuring. "But they want your organs for a different reason." With no desire to be shot, sliced, or gutted, Gwen scrambled for something easier. "It won't be a window. 'Think we have to go in to something." She knew the way to that nightmarish cellar, but was desperate for a more reassuring idea. "Look for an ambulance or police car..." She couldn't be certain but she got her gun at the ready and her mind and body geared up for a fight

The Doctor blindly ran after them only to be stopped when he smacked into the hunter. Stepping back, he brushed his coat off and huffed as he straightened out and blinked a few times at the changing from unnatural light to natural. "If they're just people do we really need the guns?" However, hearing her talk about organ hunting made realisation dawn on his face as he scanned the group heading towards them. "Tell me they're not what I'm dreading..." Taking a few steps to the side, he stood behind Dean and pointed down at him. "Eat him, he's tough. Me? I'm old and alien. Not much for the human palette." Leaning to whisper in Dean's ear, the Doctor kept his eyes scanning the surrounding area. "Keep them occupied, you're charming, Dan. I'm sure you're good on your feet." Moving towards Gwen, the Doctor pulled her aside. "In ten seconds or less, tell me what we need to do."

Dean cringed as realization set in and he stared down the people heading their way. He looked around for any sign of a police car or ... anything really, but was distracted when the Doctor decided it was a good idea to put him on the center palette. "Thanks," he muttered, elbowing the alien in the side. He heard the wrong name, but considering the situation, he decided to deal with that later before gritting his teeth, twisting his neck and stepping forward. "Hey handsome," he called out, winking at the one in the center, ignoring the way it made his stomach churn just looking at them and imagining what they had planned for him, Gwen, and the Doctor. "We're a little lost. Could you just direct us towards the nearest exit? Thanks."

Gwen had her gun held steady in both hands. Her heart raced as she waved it to get the attention of a man who'd been smirking at Dean a moment ago. She couldn't feign cluelessness or innocence at this point and so had to settle for trying to look at lot more capable than she felt. "I don't know," she admitted to the Doctor. "I don't know. It's not like it was." With panic setting in and the majority of her ten seconds wasted, Gwen meant to suggest either fighting or running. They'd have an advantage knowing these people wanted to catch them alive, but that was it. She averted her eyes for a moment, knowing that the lack of emergency vehicles and additional weapons nearby meant in comparison to what their pursuers held. "Run," she said like it should have been obvious all along, she fired a shot into the crowd and took off without a second thought. She didn't get far before stumbling over the red picked-apart corpse she should have anticipated. She waved without a sound this time and vocalised a long-shot idea in case Dean and the Doctor had managed to keep up. "We just.. have to get out of the forest." Not the villiage. There should have been a road. A dim artificial light in the distance looked like the most promising thing in the world, "Come on."

The Doctor gave Dean an approving nod and genuinely smiled at him before turning to listen to Gwen. Realising that she was panicking, the Time Lord hunched out of the way and allowed her to take aim and shoot out at the crowd before turning and doing as she instructed. "Run? That sounds like my sort of plan. Come on, Dan!" Yelling at the top of his lungs and making a face at the corpse on the ground, the alien began to notice the light in the distance. "Either we're going to get out of this or we're heading for another trip into Dan's world. Either way, prepare for what's to come." Making a last minute rush, the Doctor turned and pointed his sonic as he ran backwards. "They're not far behind us, any chance either of you know how to run faster?"

Dean took a few step backwards, letting out a hesitant laugh. "You know what, actually, I think we are good. We'll see our way out ourselves." He lifted his hand and gave the mob of cannibals a mock salute, barely reacting when the shot rang out and used that as his signal to turn around, taking off at a sprint. "My name's not Dan!" He yelled, glaring at the Doctor even as he pushed to run as fast as he could go towards the light and trying his best to ignore the mangled body on the ground, and definitely not imagining it as one of their own.

Gwen shook her head and wondered briefly what shouting, 'it's not real!' would get her. Between sheer terror, a sudden cramp in her side, and the added strain of a baby, she thought she deserved some credit for being able to run at all. She caught the Doctor by the arm, whimpered and did her best to press on. It was senseless but the distraction worked, however briefly. "It's Dean," she panted, not daring to look back and only relaxing when the light fully engulfed her. But the trouble didn't stop there. She squinted and looked around warily. "What now?"

The Doctor whirled back around and as soon as he did, it seemed like the distant light swarmed them and immediately they were engulfed by a room. However, the room had no windows, no doors, no anything... except it was all white. Blinking, the Time Lord turned to Dean. "That's what I've been saying, isn't it? Your name? Since when hasn't it been Dan?" Looking around the room, he muttered something about how Dean was just as bad as Clare before he headed towards the nearest wall and placed his hands against it to feel. "Oh, look at this, we're in a box. Must be someone's present!"

Dean 's first thought when he found himself in the white room was that they were safe. They'd made it out of wherever it was they were somehow and there didn't seem to be any immediate dangers this time. "It's never been Dan!" He snapped, whirling around on the Doctor. "Dean Winchester. It's ​Dean.​" He knew it was a petty thing to get so angry about but that didn't stop him. Huffing out a breath, he took a step back and examined the room and it's lack of doors and windows and started to realize that the danger wasn't over. His eyes widened after the Doctor's observation. "Oh god, it's mine, isn't it? I'm dead, aren't I?"

Gwen did her best to ignore the others. She walked over to the wall she thought the'd come in from, slapped her palms against the white surface and then kicked at it before she turned round and let out a barely intelligible cry of frustration. "You're not dead," she snapped, but she didn't have any proof to offer beyond denial. "We're not dead, we'd know." She didn't have to turn the Doctor's way to make her next demand heard, "Can you- I dunno -sonic something?"

The Doctor scowled at Dean before rolling his eyes. "Oh so I miss one letter and it's all Hell breaking loose. Good for you Dane, I'll try to remember your name." Huffing, the Time Lord watched with mild amusement as Gwen began to kick and slap the wall. "Lick it," he paused before raising both brows and then shrugging, "it might help." Sighing irritably and turning to look back at Dean, the Doctor shook his head. "No, you're stupid but you're not dead." Moving to stand in the middle of the room, the Doctor pulled his sonic out and attempted to use it before realising that it wasn't.... working. "Sorry Gwen, looks like we've got to use our heads on this one." Looking up, the Time Lord hummed before looking straight down at the ground. "No windows, no doors... what would be your next logical step?"

Dean returned the Doctor's scowl, resisting the urge to cross his arms and pout like a little kid when the old man got his name wrong once again. "You're not even trying," he whined, turning his attention to Gwen with a frown, finally taking notice to how she seemed to be handling every thing that just happened. "Great," he grumbled, kicking at the floor aimlessly after the Doctor announced that his sonic wasn't working. "You got a spoon on you, old man? Planning to spoon our way out or something?" He asked sarcastically, with a raised eyebrow.

Gwen checked and then re-pocketed her mobile with the same conclusion. "Nothing works. I can't shoot anything either, can-" she hesitated, strongly considered it and then let herself finish sarcastically instead, "Can I?" She leaned against the wall and sank slowly into a seated position with it for support. She had something to add to Dean's comment, something about shoving something larger than a spoon into a very dark place, but she surprised even herself when she snapped, "You know, you're the one who jumped in here in the first place."

The Doctor straightened up and eyed Dean for a moment before grinning at him. "As a matter of fact, I do have my special spoon on me!" Reaching into his pocket, the Time Lord pulled out a spoon and began to walk around the room tapping it gently on the walls before going back to the center of the room and began to hop up and down while staring at the floor. "Oh come on Gwen, Dane was only exploring, can't blame him for being an idiot." Kneeling, he tapped the spoon on the floor before moving so that he was lying flat to the ground and placing his ear to the floor and tapping the spoon against it once more. "Dane! Come lie here next to me and listen!" Looking up, he ushered for the younger man to lie next to him. Tapping the spoon on the floor again, he stared at the other, "Do you hear it?"

Dean 's eyebrows shot up at both Gwen and the Doctor's remarks. Not sure which one to address first. "Of course you do," he muttered, in regards to the spoon before shooting a glare at Gwen, feeling somewhat (however misguided) betrayed when she turned on him. "Right, because I should have known tapping on some glass would get me sucked into some weird fucked up memory," he retorted. "You're seriously going to call me an idiot and by the wrong name and expect me to get on the floor with you?" He snarked, but just a few seconds later he knelt down on the floor too and mirrored the Doctor, half expecting to end up sucked through it. At first he didn't hear anything, and he was finally going to tell the Doctor just how crazy he thought he was. But then he heard it when the old man starting tapping the spoon. Furrowing his brows together, he hit the ground himself with his knuckles and frowned when the sound echoed underneath them. "It's hollow." He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and started to feel for an edge.

Gwen was not going to apologise. She'd done her fair share of jumping into stupid things and it was a momentary relief being able to direct the blame elsewhere; but Dean was preoccupied with the Doctor who'd provided a greater insult so Gwen just averted her eyes with nothing more to add to the subject. The question wasn't directed at her either but she held still to listen nonetheless. "It's what?" She knocked forcefully at a section of the floor where she was sat next to the wall, paused and announced, "This isn't." With an exaggerated groan, she shifted position and crawled a little closer to her companions, seeing the way out was apparently in the centre. "Well, I don't care what's next; let's find it."

The Doctor stood up and stood back as he pocketed his spoon. "Alright, well no use standing on it Gwen, might as well let Dane do what he's doing. Which is looking for an edge, I'm thinking the only way out is down." Pausing, the Time Lord whirled around and clapped before laughing. "Don't be surprised if we drop from the ceiling and into the room with the car. Though for your sake, I hope we don't come in over the car." He looked towards Dean and shrugged.

Dean sat up so that he was standing on his knees and narrowed his eyes at the Doctor, imagining how fulfilling it would be to just stand up and wring his neck. It wouldn't get him out of that room, but he'd still feel better. "No worries, guys. I've got it. Just keep sanding around." He snarked, just before actually finding an edge. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out his blade and stuck it in the floor to help lift it. "If someone lands on my car and dents it, I can't be held responsible for my reaction." He warned, glaring at the both of them before pulling more at the floor to reveal a hole.

Gwen , short of plying up the floor with her fingernails, couldn't be much help and that wasn't a good feeling. She had a final round in her gun and figured they might need it in the next room. She tugged half-heartedly at some pieces but otherwise she made a point of giving Dean some space. "You get to see the car again," she said. "You'll be so happy, you can forgive anything." It was a theory and one that probably didn't need vocalising at the moment, but she'd say the same for most of her possessions, and she'd never thought she'd miss the ship, but there was another thought: "'And wouldn't it be funny if we found the TARDIS this way?"

The Doctor largely ignored them until he looked up instantly at the mention of the TARDIS. Staring at the two of them, the Doctor shooed them out of the way before staring down into the hole. "Well, I know it's not this face that usually says it but," he paused once more before grinning at them, "Geronimo!" Jumping feet first into the hole, the Time Lord closed his eyes and anticipated for what was next. It wasn't until his body turned and he smacked against a wooden floor that he realised where he was. Standing up and brushing himself off, the Time Lord looked up to where the hole was "It's alright, we're safe! And look, two inches from the car, imagine that." Patting the Impala, the Time Lord smiled before realising that the TARDIS was still nowhere in sight.

Dean squinted at Gwen as he knelt down next to the hole, mouthing 'Geronimo' at her before shrugging and taking the leap. Almost immediately he realized either he did something wrong or the Doctor did, because he landed right on him and the two of them ended up a mess of limbs on the floor next to his car. He let out a slew of curse words and literally rolled off the alien, letting out a groan until he came to the realization that Gwen would soon be coming through the same way he did, and without saying anything, he pushed the Doctor out of the way.

Gwen judged the hole with some resentment. She at least had confirmation that it would take her back to the ship and that the fall was survivable, but she couldn't see very well and whether the car or something else would break her fall was anyone's guess. She scooted to the edge, willed herself to relax and announced, "I am ​not​ going to say 'Geronimo'," before she let herself drop without a second thought, screaming and then squirming midair to protect her stomach at the last second.

The Doctor yelped as soon as the hunter landed on him. Muttering a string of alien curse words, he pulled himself up before he started to brush his clothes off, only to be interrupted when Dean shoved him out of the way. Looking up to see Gwen fall, he pointed uselessly and began to scream at Dean. "Catch her! She's fragile!" before shielding his eyes and hoping for the best.

Dean was still in a mode of minor panic when he heard the Doctor's shout, and held out his arms to catch Gwen. His knees buckled when she landed and he ​nearly​ dropped her, but somehow managed to hold on. "You're -- safe." He grit out through labored breaths as he helped her into a standing position. He was going to say that she was a lot heavier than she looked, but thankfully realized that would be the beginning of his own death sentence and quickly changed course.

Gwen gasped and clawed senselessly, trying to hold on to Dean until she realised that he'd been a lot gentler than the floor-landing she'd anticipated. "I'm preg-" she started to explain her obvious concern, before she caught herself and repeated his sentiment instead, "I'm safe." Safely on her feet and testing it before backing up and allowing Dean some space, Gwen recongnised an odd combination of lingering panic and adrenaline. "Ha," she said. "What now?"

The Doctor nodded at Dean and smirked. "She weighs a ton, I know. It's because she's round." Holding out his arms, the Time Lord raised his brows and nodded before coughing into his hand when Gwen steadied herself. "Dunno, guess we can just go our separate ways or something. Not really sure I want to go exploring with you two again."

Dean made a sound that was a weird mix between a laugh and a cough and shook his head, choosing not to comment. Instead, he looked back at his Impala and pat the top of it, almost affectionately, and thanked whoever was out there that they didn't land on it. "Avoiding rooms with wax figures sounds like a good start. And maybe having a drink." He shrugged, glancing into the car where his favorite stash of whiskey was. He side eyed the Doctor and scoffed. Considering how many times he considered killing the old man, he had to agree with his sentiment.