Angel of the timelord
"Dean. I think I found us a case." Sam sits at a small wooden table in a dark motel room, pouring over a digital news report on his laptop. Dean, lying face down on a queen sized bed, bowie knife in hand, doesn't stir. Sam looks up, purses his lips, and tries again, this time louder. "Dean I found a case!" Dean still doesn't move, but a muffled voice says from within the thin pillow "Dude whoever it is, I'm sure they'll still be dead when it isn't like 6 in the morning." All the same, he rolls over and swings his legs over the side of the bed, still clutching the knife. A digital clock blinks 9:33, casting a slight red tinge on the revolver lying on the bedside table. Without waiting for any more prompting, Sam begins speaking again. "So get this. Apparently, people, usually women, have been disappearing. 23 all together. "
"So? People disappear all the time. What makes you think this is our kind of gig?"
"Well, a lot of them have eyewitness accounts of their apparent abductions. All of them were taken by a white British man, but it seems like it was never the same one. At least, not more than a few by each man."
"So James Bond likes a few lady friends. Didn't know he swang the other way, but still not seeing the case here."
"Here's the weird part. These accounts are all over the place on timeline and on the map. The earliest I could find was in Scotland in 1746. There was probably more even earlier that I can't find. Then it goes crazy. 1866 in London, 1999 in San Francisco, right up until last week in Blackpool. Not only that, but a lot of them show up as being left by a similar man, again all over the world and since, like, before they had news."
"And these are connected how? I mean, the world is screwed up and British guys prey on people. Probably always have and probably always will."
"Every single eyewitness account I could find mentions the women being taken in a disappearing blue box."
Dean stands up and walks over to peer over Sam's shoulder at his research. "So what, we got a ghost taking people and then giving them back?"
"I don't think so. Not all of them come back. And not everyone he leaves seems to have been taken. Yet."
"Yet? What do you mean 'yet'?"
"Well, a couple of the more recent news stories have victim's direct quotes published in them. And every one of them mentions time travel."
Dean gags on the bite of bagel he had half swallowed. "Time travel? So what, now we have angels going on date rape sprees?"
"I don't know Dean. I mean, it's not a lot to go on, but four of the stories mention that the victim thought that their kidnapper was alien."
"Alien? There's no such thing. When you were soulless we went hunting one, but it was just another freaking angel. Those dicks are everywhere."
"That's what I thought too. I mean, we already agreed that some hunter somewhere would have heard of aliens if they did exist. But I did some digging in the medical records around the time of one of the abductions. San Francisco 1999. Check out this MRI." Sam double clicks a minimized window, and it fills the screen with a slightly fuzzy picture of a chest. Dean stares at it, as Sam continues. "It was supposed to be destroyed, but apparently, it belonged to a man who died and then vanished. Sort of. They stuck him in the morgue's refrigerator, and then a completely different man walked out. I checked the security footage. One man goes in, another goes out. It's not a shifter either. No eye glare." For the first time since Dean awoke, Sam looks away from his laptop at Dean.
"So what you're telling me is we've got a British time traveling monster who can shift and who kidnaps women in his disappearing blue box? I can get behind that man, but alien? We've seen some messed up whackadoo, but I don't know. Seems like you and I should have already seen it all."
Sam pointed at the computer screen and pursed his lips again. "Dean, have you ever seen a spirit, demon, angel, shifter, human, or, well, anything on this planet with two hearts?"