The Improbable Case

Winchesters

Dubois Idaho:

"Hey come on Sammy!" Dean Wincester was ready to go. Now that they had ganked the little ghost child that was killing other children in the tiny community of Dubois they were free to move on.

Sam Winchester smiled and rolled his eyes as he said farewell to the waitress before turning with the burgers and giving Dean a choice glare.

He climbed into the car and sighed as his brother turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life and the Winchesters were off.

They rolled out of the small town with Dean stuffing a burger in his face and AC/DC cranked up.

"Now where are we going Dean?" Sam asked.

"Fishiham." Dean replied around a mouth full of bun and beef.

Sam frowned trying to figure it out. "What?" He looked at his brother in mild annoyance and confusion.

Dean swallowed hard before repeating himself. "Michigan."

"Dude, what's in Michigan?"

"Some mysterious blue box just randomly appeared there in Reed City yesterday. Saw it online. People say they heard this strange noise and then it was just there." The elder brother replied.

"A blue box just appears and you want to go check it out?" Sam asked a little skeptically.

"What if it's something more, you know, like an artifact that will release some kind of evil?"

"Like Pandora's Box?" Sam asked. There was a brief pause. "The box the little girl opened and released troubles into the world."

"Somthin' like that."

"Maybe." He shrugged and looked out the window. Better to just go with it, at least it was another case without having to wait.

In the distance ahead the Rocky Mountains loomed looking ominous as the sun faded behind them. The Winchesters drove on.

30 Hours Later

Reed City Michigan:

Sam and Dean both climbed out of the car and stared at the sight. "Dude isn't this something from England? It's an old police telephone box."

Sam murmured in dissappointment.

"So what it's just some piece from an auction maybe?" Dean asked a little peeved.

"I think so."

"Well ain't that just great." Dean growled.

They approached it nonetheless. The park it had appeared in was quiet in the predawn hours. Flashlights in hand they took a closer look at the thing. It certainly was solid, Dean answered that question by chucking a rock at it. The resounding thunk made them pause.

"Maybe someone's planning on turning it into a playhouse for the park?" Sam suggested out of other logical reasons for the item to be there.

"Could be." Dean ran a hand through his hair. "I'd really hate to have wasted all that time for nothin'."

That's when the door began to open slowly. Both brothers took defensive stances Dean reaching for his gun and Sam pulling out the demon killing knife.

"Well look who it is!" An excited British accent greeted their ears. Neither recognized it and prepared to face some supenatural being.

A man in a pin striped navy suit, red converse, and a long brown coat stepped out of the box. "Dean and Sam Winchester!" The stranger's hazel eyes were bright as though he were expecting their arrival. He looked genuinely thrilled and not at all surprised.