Who?

The Mysterious Light

Sam and Dean were on a hunt. They'd read in the newspapers about a strange light emitting from a telephone booth in multiple states, and with each occurance some people would faint due to the light. It wasn't their normal hunt, but it was worth looking for.
"So Dean, what do you think it could be?" Sam asked taking a sip from his Whataburger soda.
"Well Sammy, frankly, I have no clue." Dean said scratching his head trying to come up with something.
"Well, we know there's a light emitting, and its big and bright enough to cause people to faint. Is there anything we've experienced, or in dad's journal talking about something like this?" Sam said looking over at Dean, awaiting an answer.
Sam should've looked it up on his laptop before they left. He was a computer wizz, something he did better than Dean. Dean had always been on hunts with Dad, way more than Sam had been on. He was the little brother, the youngest. So he figured his Dad, John, wouldnt take him until he was ready. He kept looking at Dean, hoping he would shoot out an answer.
"What if it's one of those soul things you saw. Ya know, it was a light, pretty damn big. If an everyday person saw it, I bet they'd faint." Dean said reaching for Sam's soda, taking a big gulp of it. Dean looked mighty proud of himself for thinking that up. He looked over at Sam, smirking.
"Dean, that's great!" Sam exclaimed. It had never occured to Sam that it would be a soul.
"But wait, what would a soul be doing taking the same telephone booth everywhere it goes. That just doesn't add up." Sam said, frowning.
"Well Sammy, we'll just have to see and find out." Dean said turning the radio on, turning it up loud.
"Really, Dean?" Sam said rolling his eyes.
"Sammy, this is a classic. Come on sing it with me." Dean began to obnoxiously sing, "Carry on my Wayward Son" by Kansas.
"Dean stop!" Sam yelled.
"Oh come on Sammy, don't be such party pooper!" Dean said, patting Sam's leg and throwing his head back.
"No, I mean stop, the telephone booth!" Sam yelled, pointing to a blue telephone booth.
Dean put his foot on the break pedal, throwing their heads forward.
Sam jumped out of the Impala and so did Dean.
"I'll be right back baby." Dean said patting the Impala's hood, and jogging after Sam.
"The light Sammy! Its starting to seep out! Shield your eyes!" Dean shouted, throwing his arm over his eyes, avoiding going unconscious. Sam did the same.
Slowly the light stopped, and out walked a figure.