Everyone stood dumbstruck for more than a minute, which dragged on for a lifetime. Amy stared in the direction of the Doctor's body while Rory appeared blank, going over what just happened in his head. Sam and Dean looked from the spot where Crowley had stood to each other, already trying to think of where he would've gone.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean asked, breaking the silence.
"You let Crowley go free!" Amy snapped, her eyes narrowed in anger.
"Me!" Dean said, turning on her. "I'm not the one that scratched the paint!"
"Yeah, but he's naturally that clumsy. If you hadn't tried to kill Canton, it wouldn't have happened!"
"Who's Canton?" Dean asked.
Amy shrugged his question off and rushed to the Doctor's side. The Time Lord was sprawled awkwardly across the terraced ground. His eyes were closed and his skin was drained of all its usual energetic color. Half of his body was splayed down the steps while his left arm was twisted behind his back. She deftly ran across the ship, crouching beside the Doctor as she tried to pull his head and shoulders back up on solid ground. Rory jogged around to his other side to help her. Together, they pulled him up the small, hexagonal steps and straightened out his body on the flat floor.
"Doctor!" Amy cried, grabbing his collar as she shook his body.
"He's out cold," Sam said as he and Dean walked to stand beside her. "There's nothing we can do for him. He has to wake up on his own."
"That might be the case for normal people but he's not exactly normal," Amy said, shooting Sam a glare that said she wasn't looking to discuss the Doctor's origins.
"What is he?" Dean asked with a smirk. "An alien?"
Amy stared up at him with an expression far from amused. "Let's just go with not human for now."
Dean switched seamlessly from joking to serious; his face solemn as he stared hard at the Doctor. He nodded once very slightly as if to say he understood. He appeared interested but refrained from asking questions for the time being. Amy held the Doctor's head as she turned it to face her but hesitated when she felt something warm and wet coating her hands. She swallowed hard, nervous to pull her hands away because she knew what it was.
"Rory," she said shakily, looking over at him.
"What? What is it?" he asked, worry etched into the lines of his face.
"Look," she replied, carefully removing her hands from behind his head.
Her small, pale hands were painted a dark red. She looked down at them and back at Rory, pleading for help with her eyes. Rory leapt into action, moving his wife out of the way so that he could examine the wound. He rolled the Doctor onto his side and combed the blood-matted brown hair out of the way with his fingers. Rory didn't appear especially concerned as he assessed the damage.
"Is he all right?" Amy asked, standing up next to the Winchesters while she watched her husband work.
"He's fine, for the most part," he replied, holding the Doctor on his side as he looked up at Amy. "He's got a decent sized gash and possibly a concussion. I need to clean the wound but I think he'll wake up soon."
"So, what are we going to do next?" Dean asked, crossing his arms.
"That's not important right now," Amy snapped, her distrust of him clear on her face.
"Your friend is fine; he's going to live. We need to track down Crowley," Dean insisted.
"We can't go anywhere without him. He's the only one who knows how to fly this thing," she said, turning to him to stare him down.
"Er, can anyone help me with this?" Rory asked, his voice straining.
Dean and Amy turned to Rory to see him struggling to lift up the Doctor's body. The other three all jumped up to help. Sam moved to the opposite side of Rory while Dean grabbed his legs. They moved him up to the console platform and rested him on his stomach so the back of his head wouldn't touch anything. Once the Doctor was settled, Rory ran off into the corridors to collect some supplies he needed. He returned a few minutes later with a first aid kit, a bucket of water, and a cloth. With skillful hands, he washed the cut, disinfected it, and bandaged it by wrapping a length if gauze around his head.
"It doesn't need stitches. He's already started to heal," Rory said, standing up from the Doctor's side.
"Can we talk about what we're going to do now?" Dean complained.
"We're going to wait for him to wake up and find out what he thinks we should do," Amy stated matter-of-factly.
"No. I'm not going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs when Crowley is walking around out there," Dean replied.
"I'm with him," Sam interjected. "We should be doing something. We're going to go, with or without you."
"Well, what are we supposed to do?" Amy asked. "We've never dealt with demons before."
"We need to get information. We can shake down some demons for what they know."
"How do we find more of them?" Rory asked.
"It's not as hard as you'd think. You two, grab Doctor Concussion and follow me to my ship," Dean said, turning toward the door with Sam on his heels.
Amy and Rory looked at each other, unsure, before reaching down to lift up the Doctor. They pulled him up between them, supporting him by draping an arm around each of their shoulders and lifting him by the torso. The Doctor's feet dragged along the floor as they walked, following Sam and Dean out of the TARDIS.
"Should we be doing this?" Rory asked Amy in hushed tones.
"We don't have much of a choice," she replied, struggling to hold up her half of the gangly Time Lord.
"I don't think he'll like this," he said, indicating the Doctor.
"Oh, he'll be fine. It's an adventure; he'll be all over it."
"If you say so," Rory said, unconvinced.
They followed the Winchesters back toward Bobby's house but stopped when they reached a black car parked on the dirt. The chrome detailing glinted in the sunlight; the paint job had few scratches. It was obvious that the owner took very good care of the car. Dean walked around the front of it, stroking the hood as he passed it. Sam stood at the passenger side door, looking slightly exasperated at his brother's affection toward the car.
"This is my baby," Dean proclaimed proudly. "She'll help us get to any and every demon in the state."
"Great," Amy snapped, adjusting the Doctor to a more comfortable position. "Let's get started then."