~~Hey guys! So this is my first shot at not only a crossover, but one of the great trifecta that is Superwholock. At the moment it is only Superwho, but there's a possibility the Lock could be added into the story later, depending on how it goes.
I would really love to hear what you think in the reviews, because this is a fic I definitely don't want to screw up.
Thanks for reading, and onwards you go!
-Alyssa~~
"Geez, how far down was this guy buried?"
Sam huffs as he lays his shovel along the dirt wall, rubbing his hands over his face. "Apparently far enough so no one could reach him if he turned into a vengeance ghost."
Deans groans as he continues to shovel dirt out of the grave. "If it's any farther than is, we're gonna have to make a freakin' ladder to get out."
Just then, his shovel hits something hard with a loud thud. He looks up at his brother, whose eyebrows go up in surprise. "Well, no ladder, then."
The brothers lean down and clear the last layer of dirt off the wooden coffin, and slowly wedge it open in the small space of the hole. Then, they climb out, Sam having to give Dean a small boost from his hands, and dump salt on top of the decaying body inside.
The ghost suddenly appears above the grave, screeching and howling, and dives towards Dean. He gets knocked back against another headstone and topples over, falling hard to the ground.
Sam quickly takes a match out of his pocket, and fumbles to get it lit. Just as the ghost turns around and heads for him, he tosses the match into the grave.
The ghost burns up, his features disappearing in the light of the flames engulfing him.
Sam moves to where Dean lays on the ground, a hand pressed to the side of his head.
"Dean, you alright?"
Dean pushes himself to the upright position and faces his brother. "Yeah, fine. I've had worse."
Sam reaches a hand down, and Dean takes it, pulling himself up from the ground. He dusts off his jacket, and walks over to the fire pit in the ground, Sam following behind.
"Let's put this sucker out and get some celebratory shut eye."
They walk back to the Impala, Sam with the duffel bag over a shoulder, and Dean with a shot gun in hand. They reach the trunk and begin to toss the items in, when suddenly, they hear a noise.
They both turn around, and Dean grips his gun tighter. "You hear that, Sammy?"
"Yeah," he replies, "Yeah. You see where it's coming from?"
Dean shakes his head as the glance around. "No, I-"
That's when he sees a light glowing across the cemetery.
.
The noise gets louder, a techno sound adding to the mix.
The wind slightly picks up around them.
Dean turns to his brother and nods towards the trunk. Sam leans in and grabs a gun, and they begin to make their way towards the unknown sound and light.
As they get closer, they get a better look at the source of the noise.
Their faces scrunch in confusion.
"Is that-" Sam starts.
Whoooosh. Whoooosh.
"A blue box?" Dean finishes after a moment.
They close in on the foreign item, the wind getting stronger around them.
"It's like it's fading in or something," Sam comments.
Words take form on the side of the blue box. Dean squints as he leans forward, raising his gun ever so slightly, to read the text.
"Police…Police Public Call Box? What's that supposed to mean?"
The light begins to fade, and the box becomes ever more present. Dean takes a step back, unsure of his next move.
Whoooosh. Whoooosh.
THUD.
The wind stops. The light is gone. The box is completely visible now.
The brothers stare, jaws slightly askew.
Dean is the first to react.
"What the hell?"