It was probably the sunlight filtering through his skylight that woke Sam up. Not the angel standing at the foot of his bed, watching him as he slept. But it was the Seraph that caused him to instinctively grab the knife from his bedside table and launch it at his friend's head. Sam was just lucky Cas had lightning reflexes.
He caught it mid air, the tip of the blade millimetres from his face. He looked at it curiously before setting it down on the dresser next to him. Sam winced.
"Sorry, Cas!" he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What's up?" Cas looked confused.
"Many things are up", he pondered. "The sky, for instance."
"That's not what I- it's a saying, Cas."
"Oh," Cas looked slightly embarrassed. "I see."
"You know what, Cas, it doesn't matter. What do you want?" Sam sighed as he pulled the covers off him. Swinging his legs out of bed, he stood, towering over the angel.
"Dean has a case," Cas answered simply, turning towards the door to leave. Sam followed, and they headed into the living area. Dean was sat at a table, flicking through a book, a fork in one hand. An empty plate was placed on the table next to him, a few crumbs and a smear of cream the only indication that there had been a piece of pie on it. He looked up as Sam came in.
"Cas got me pie," he grinned. Sam raised an eyebrow.
"That's... nice," he gestured at the book. "What's the case?" Dean slid a newspaper across the table.
"A woman was murdered in her home, and the police have no idea how. Doors and windows were locked from the inside. The only evidence they found was sulfur," he summarised. Sam looked up from the article.
"Demons?" he suggested.
"That's what I thought," he agreed. "Then I read the eyewitness accounts. Apparently, a blue box appeared out of nowhere just before the murder, and disappeared again just after."
"A blue box?" Sam repeated. "What kind of box?"
"Apparently it was some kind of old fashioned, British police call box," Dean answered. "I was thinking that maybe it was the British Men of Letters. I mean, they are psychos. Either way, it sounds like a case." Sam nodded.
"What are we waiting for?"
A/N: Okay, so originally this was an spn fanfic, hence why there hasn't been any mention of the others yet. Yet. They'll be appearing in the next chapter or so. Please vote, leave comments etc. I just hope you enjoy the story 💖💖💖
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FanfictionSam and Dean hunt the Supernatural. They've seen a lot, but there's always been one thing they know for certain. Aliens do NOT exist. So how do they cope when one turns up in a magic blue box? Who are the ex-army medic and the stuck-up detective? An...
