There it was, the mysterious blue box. According to what was heard from the nearby city, nobody knew how it got there. But, here the Winchesters were, trying to solve its mystery.
Dean had walked a circle around it, examining the box. There were plants growing along each side, even on the rectangular sign at the top that read "POLICE Public Call BOX," and the bigger sign that said "Pull to Open."
"What do you think, Sammy?"
Sam, curiosity taking over, allowed his hand to run over a side, disrupting the plants and vines and such. Then, he held an ear against the box, as if trying to listen to what was inside. "Dean," he said, "I think there's someone inside."
"No way, Sam, this thing's too run down for someone to be inside." But even as he said the words, he held his gun ready, just in case.
And then something unexpected happened.
The doors to the police box opened just a little bit, a man poking his head out just in time to see Dean raise his gun. He seemed curious and confused, as well as tired and worn down. And when he noticed the shotgun, he spoke in a voice that cracked, as if it hadn't been used in a very long while.
"I'd much prefer if you put the gun down."
And he stepped out into the forest. The man was strange looking, wearing a tweed jacket above a button up shirt, with brown slacks and black boots, and topped off with a red bow tie around his neck. His brown hair fell over his head, almost like a mop. Almost, if it weren't for the fact that it looked as if it hadn't been taken care of in days.
The elder Winchester hesitated before putting the gun down. "Who the hell are you?"
The man smiled, a kind of smile that seemed broken, yet happy all the same. "I'm the Doctor."
"Oh yeah? Doctor who?"