Dean suddenly slammed on the brakes and Sam woke with a start. Dean's knuckles were white on the wheel. Sam blearily glared at him.

"What was that about?" Sam demanded. Dean ignored him and got out of the car, looking up at the night sky. Sam sighed and got out too.

"What is it?" He asked again, following Dean's gaze. There was just blackness sprinkled with stars.

Dean looked slightly panicked. "I don't know. . ."

"Have you been drinking?"

"No."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Look, sam. . .I saw. . .A little blue. . ." Dean shook his head and sighed.

"You know, maybe I did have a beer or two." and He climbed back in the car. Sam rolled his eyes and walked over to the other side.

"Scoot over, I'm driving."

"Like Hell you are."

"Exactly, move over." said Sam irritably. Dean moved to the passenger seat as the car moved up along the lonely road. Dean soon fell asleep, a blue phone box floating through his dreams.

Dean woke up on a motel bed to the sound of Sam typing. Dean moaned and sat up.

"Where are we?" he mumbled.

"Silvana Washington." answered Sam. "Maybe you were plastered if you don't remember getting dinner last night."

"Dinner?"

"And I think I've found a job just north of here. Three peoples remains were found in their own homes. Reporters say that all that was left of them were a few flakes of ash and a burn mark, supposedly left by an energy overload."

"Where did we have dinner?" demanded Dean. Sam looked over at him and sighed.

"Just some road house, you had a burger, not a salad, if that's what you're worried about." he added. Dean shook it off.

"So, people are exploding?" he repeated.

"Thats what it sounds like. I can't think of anything that could electrocute a person with enough energy for them combust though. . ." Sam answered. Dean shrugged.

"Lets find out."

"Can you tell us exactly what you heard before you found Mr. Newfell's remains?" asked Dean as he tucked his FBI badge back in his coat pocket. The small woman swallowed nodded.

"Yes, I could faintly hear a crackling noise and then I could smell singed fabric. So I went to check on him, but I only found a burnt patch of carpet, mostly." She said shakily.

"Could you show us?" asked Sam. The lady nodded and scurried to the side to let them in. She walked them into the victim's bedroom, where there was a shapeless singed spot on the floor about two feet across. Sam and Dean started at it blankly for a few seconds.

"Did you notice anything strange about your husband's behavior recently?" asked Sam after a moment.

"Um, no. No I don't think so." she answered.

"Have you noticed any odd things about the house?" asked Dean. The lady frowned, confused. "Such as?"

"Oh, just little things, cold spots in the room, the smell of sulfur?"

". . .No, no of course not. Why would-"

"Just routine questions. Thank you for your time, Mrs. Newfell."

"Thanks." repeated Sam, and they hopped back in the car.

"Dude, is there always going to be a brand new monster that we have never heard of?" demanded Dean. Sam sighed.

"Tell me about it. Want to get lunch?. . .Dean?" asked Sam. Dean's face had gone white. Sam followed his gaze. Dean was staring at a blue phone box, which rested in an empty lot between two houses.

"Thats the thing I saw last night!" Dean growled, jumping out of the car. Sam got out and quickly caught up with him.

"You saw that phone box, in the sky?" he inquired.

"Yes, yes, I swear!" Dean answered, irritated.

"I'm sorry, it's just, for one, this phone box is just a fake, and can't fly." said Sam with a small laugh.

"You don't know it's a fake."

"Dean, these things don't even exist in america, and especially not in such good shape." Sam informed him plainly. Dean reached the front and tugged on the handle. It was locked.

Dean swore and prepared to kick it open. He slammed his foot right under the lock. whole box shook, but the door didn't open.

"Did you hear voices?" asked Sam, his face slightly panicked.

"No. It's a friggin' prop, remember?"

Dean swore a few more times and braced himself to kick it again. It didn't open. Dean began shoving his shoulder up against it.

After about five minutes Sam grew impatient.

"Alright, stop. Dean, this has nothing to do with the case."

"Look, Sam. I saw this thing, flying, not ten yards above us. I am getting in there."

"Wow, that sounded. . .so wrong."

"You go work the case, I'm going to pick this lock."

"I don't have a car, Dean."

"Then you could call the state, and ask them what the hell this is." said Dean pulling out his lock pick. Sam walked back to the car and retrieved his phone.

Dean messed with the lock for what seemed like an hour.

"You have got to be kidding me." he mumbled as Sam came back over.

"So, apparently this box doesn't exist. It's not owned by the neighborhood. In fact, there's a house scheduled to be built here and there is nothing about a blue phone box in the way of construction."

"So this just showed up?" asked Dean.

"Supposedly. That doesn't mean it flew here."

"That doesn't mean it didn't." said Dean with a smirk.

"Grammar, Dean. And that's a fair point."

"Sammy, check out those people over there."

"Where?"

"They're coming down the street, see? Two people." Dean pointed. A man and woman were indeed coming down the street, and soon caught sight of Sam and Dean.

Amy saw them first and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Doctor, look." She said quietly. "Thats a first. I guess it's less suspicious in Europe.

"Hello!" Called the Doctor, walking faster toward the Winchesters.

"Good morning-wait!" The Doctor checked his watch. "Yes, it's still morning, Good morning!"

"Is this yours?" asked Sam, motioning to the phone box.

"Yes." answered Amy.

" FBI. Can we ask you a few questions?" Dean asked, pulling out his badge simultaneously with Sam. The Doctor looked excited.

"Oh lovely! First, I'm the Doctor, and this is Amy. How are you?"

"Could you make it quick?" asked the Amy.

"No, but you could. Do you know that your box is here illegally?"

"We have the right to take it here and now." added Sam.

"Oh, It won't be any trouble, I'll just move it now." Said the Doctor

"We'd like to take a look inside first." Said Dean.

"Dean. . ." mumbled Sam.

"He said he'd move it, why would you possibly want to see inside an old police box." asked Amy irritably.

"You tell me." Dean challenged. The Doctor looked momentarily uncomfortable at Dean's tone, but straightened up.

"Yes alright! I think You'll love this." He said pulling out a key and opening the door.

Thank you to anyone who read this, please please review with your likes and dislikes, It would mean so much to me. I know its a little rushed, I have a serious problem with story beginnings. :P