There was a huge box sitting in a cobweb covered crypt. It was grey with glowing green circular patters on the sides that the man in the bow tie, The Doctor was what the red haired one- Amy- called him, looked at with his face all but pressed against it; "What are you?" he asked as the scene shifted. The Doctor was standing beside a stone as space ships flitted above him in the inky black sky. He brought a small device up to his mouth and spoke into it, the thing making his voice reverberate loudly into the sky; Sam noticed that there were dozens of people in Roman outfits and that they were at Stonehenge.
"Hello, Stonehenge! Who takes the Pandorica, takes the universe! But, bad news everyone," the man lept onto the stone, "cause guess WHO! Listen, you lot, you're all whizzing about, it's very distracting so could you all stay still for a minute because I AM TALKING!" The space ships stopped moving. The scene shifted once again, to a large room with a curly haired woman darting around a console.
"SAM! SAMMY! Wake up!"
The room creaked and sparks flew from the console, making the woman jump back a little. She fiddled with a few more things before grasping onto a screen and looking at it; she ran to the door. She pulled them inwards and was met with a wall of what looked like cement. "I'm sorry, My Love." The room exploded. Sam was now outside a blue box that was giving waves of heat. It was so hot he thought it might as well be the sun. It exploded, turning into a giant inferno, pieces of it spinning off and roasting in the hellish heat. Part him knew that the room was inside the box and he accepted it; because he had seen stranger things than a bigger-on-the-inside box.
"The Pandorica is opening!"
Dean was driving his Impala down a small back road 30 miles outside of Lost Creek, Colorado where they had killed a Wendigo; Dean hated Wendigos. He hated most things that kidnapped him, forcing him into a damsel in distress role, and then kept him in a dark, not to mention damp, mine shaft while he was forced to wait for someone, either his dad or Sammy, to come save him. These incidents had gone down over the years as he got better at fighting monsters but they still happened- call it an occupational hazard. Sam let out a small noise in his sleep. Dean's younger brother's head was tilted at a bit of an odd angle with his brown hair messily smeared every which way, just like he had been for the past hour, but now his face was scrunched with pain and he was beginning to grind his teeth.
"Hey, bro, you OK?" No response. Reaching over while keeping his eyes on the road, Dean shook Sam's shoulder. Again, no response. Dean removed his hand but his brother continued to shake- convulse would really be a more accurate description- in his seat. Now Dean was really worried so he pulled over the Impala and turned his attention fully towards his little brother. Sam's eyes roved under their lids, flickering back and forth quicker than Dean thought was possible.
"SAM! SAMMY! Wake up!" Sam continued to convulse. Dean grabbed the front of the other man's jacket and shook him a little, to try and snap him out of whatever it was that was happening to him. Sam let out a gasp as his eyes opened, the brown orbs filled with fear.
"The Pandorica is opening!" Dean wasn't sure what was going on but he hugged his baby brother close to him and Sammy clung to the back of his older brother's jacket, shaken to core by the vision; it was like that dream he had about Jess- he just knew it- knew it would come true.
Because Stonehenge had been transmitting for a while- transmitting to anyone who could hear it.
And Sam Winchester could hear it.