Sam opened his eyes groggily, reaching for the alarm clock, which was blaring 'Eye of the Tiger' at an unacceptable volume. Where the hell was it? "Dean, could you turn off the alarm," he muttered. "Dean?" Sam sat up. There was no alarm clock. The music was coming from the bathroom, where he could make out the silhouette of Dean dancing. "Dean!" he yelled a little louder. "Can you turn that down?"

Dean appeared out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorway. He was brushing his teeth. "What was that, Sammy?" He called out cheerfully, still bouncing a little to the beat. He was already dressed and wearing shoes. "I got a call from Bobby," he hollered over the chorus.

"Yeah?" Sam grumbled. "What did he say?"

"What?" Dean yelled.

"Will you TURN THAT DOWN!" Sam yelled.

"Geez," Dean muttered, but he complied. The music switched off. "What's wrong with you?"

Sam rolled over. "It's just Tuesday," he said. "What did Bobby call about?"

Dean sat on his own bed. The motel room they stayed in was tiny, but they were used to it. The only thing Dean didn't like was that the vents smelled like rotting fish. "I'm not sure. He said something about a box and 'come quick'. So I figure we should get a move on. If we leave now, we'll be there by tomorrow morning."

"A box? What, like mail?" Sam asked. "Did he say what was in it?"

"He just said there was a box, and we should hurry. Come on." Dean hopped up and went back into the bathroom, where he proceeded to turn the radio back on, only a fraction quieter.

Sam grumbled and dragged himself out of bed.

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"What the hell is that?"

Sam, Dean, and Bobby stood on Bobby's front lawn, staring down a big blue box, just big enough for maybe two people. It didn't do anything.

"It just appeared?" Sam clarified.

"What the hell is that?" Dean repeated.

"I dunno," Bobby said. "There was this screeching noise and it was just… there."

"But what the hell is it?" Dean said, again.

"It's a police box," Sam said.

"A what?"

"A police call box. From the nineteen fifties. But this one looks fairly new, and what is it doing here?"

Dean clapped his hands together. "I say we crack it open."

"Hold on," Sam said, "What if this is demonic or something? Shouldn't we at least do some research first?" But Sam was talking to empty air.

Bobby came out of the garage swinging an axe. Dean was carrying a bag of salt and a flamethrower.

"It's wooden," Sam said. "You could burn down the whole thing!"

"Good," Dean muttered. He dropped the flamethrower and salt on the ground and took the axe from Bobby. "Let's see what's in this thing," He said, and took a swing.

And another.

It took a minute for Dean to realize his efforts weren't making any headway, and the box remained unscathed. "What the hell is that thing?" He started to pace around the box, looking for a way in.

"Dean," said Sam.

"Bobby," Dean said, "hand me the flamethrower."

"Dean," Sam said again.

Dean started to pour a thick line of salt around the perimeter of the police call box. "No demon is getting out of this," he muttered to himself.

"For God's sake Dean, the thing has a door."

"Oh." Dean said. He walked back around the front of the box. "It does. Good work, Sammy."

Sam sighed." Just open it."

"Alright," Dean said. "One… two…"

But before Dean finished his countdown, the door swung open all by itself. Smoke poured out, and two coughing figures stepped out.

"This is definitely NOT Florida," One of them coughed. A woman, short, dark hair.

"Yes, I know, I can see that," the other one said. Sam squinted through the smoke. Taller, male, weird clothing… outrageous chin."

"I think you've landed us in someone's backyard," the woman said as the smoke started to clear.

Dean, Sam, and Bobby watched as the man stepped easily over the salt.

"What the hell are you," Dean said quietly.

"Oh, sorry, is this your house?" the man asked breezily. He turned. "Come on, Clara," he said to the woman, helping her step out of the box.

When they were both standing on the grass, the man straightened his jacket and bowtie, smiling happily at the three hunters. "Hello," he said, "I'm the Doctor."