The In between Years
Chapter One: A Close Encounter
Sam and Dean Winchester were on a job in Missoula, Montana hunting a vengeful spirit. A low-profile job to get their heads screwed on right. As if that would ever happen! They were driving up an empty highway when they spotted something in an empty field glowing.
"Dean, stop the car," said Sam urgently.
"No way, Baby needs a nice long drive," Dean rejected him.
"Seriously, Dean! Pull into that field," demanded Sam. Dean rolled his eyes and obliged.
"Why did I stop the car? If there's some plant or some other nerd crap you wanna see I will kick your ass," said Dean irritably.
"No, this is different," scoffed Sam. He got out of the car and Dean followed. They walked a little ways to the glowing object Sam saw. A strange sound was coming from it. They came closer and closer to it, and the glowing stopped and the sound ended with a sort of, landing sound. They came up to the formerly noisy and formerly glowing object.
It was a tall blue box with the words "Police public call Box" written across the top. Sam stared at it with fascination, whilst Dean just looked annoyed.
"It's a friggin' box, dude. What is so special about it?" asked Dean. Just as Dean spoke too soon, two people stepped out. A tall, skinny man in a brown pin-striped suit countered out of the box nervously. Sam and Dean quickly hid. Following the man with the funny hair was a shorter, blonde girl who looked about twenty-something. Dean smirked and hit Sam and looked at him mischievously.
"Dude, no! You don't know who, or what that chick is," whispered Sam sternly. Dean scowled.
"Fine," he said.
The tall man spoke in a British accent, "I don't believe it followed us, this is the middle of nowhere."
"Where are we?" asked the girl in a similar accent.
"Missoula, Montana in the year 2011," replied the tall dude.
"Okay, why?" asked the girl.
While the man and the girl spoke, Dean turned to Sam and mouthed the words, "Should take them to Bobby's?"
"I don't know," whispered Sam.
"I think we should," replied Dean.
"They could be nice. They don't look like the type to massacre the whole planet," said Sam. Little did Sam know that one of them was; but not by choice, of course.
"I say we don't take any chances. You take Mr. Funny Hair and I'll nab the chick," suggested Dean. Sam scoffed.
"Fine, go," agreed Sam reluctantly.
They crept from their hiding place and sneaked up on the two people, sticks in hand. One sharp blow to each of their heads and they were out. They dragged the man and the woman to the Impala and laid them in the backseat.
"That was the most cliché excuse for a kidnapping I've ever seen," Sam laughed.
"We aren't kidnapping them, we are simply going to question them severely then we will either kill them or return them to their box," retorted Dean.
"Sure," Sam said shaking his head.