There was a blue box on the street corner.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Dean Winchester hissed under his breath as he struggled to pick the lock. "Leave it to us to get caught in a police chase in London."
"Shut up and get the door open," Sam said without looking at his brother, gun at the ready. "I told you they were possessed."
Dean threw Sam a dirty look over his shoulder as the door finally swung open a crack. "Bitch."
"Jerk," Sam replied absently as they ducked inside.
Neither of the brothers looked at the box – they were too focused on getting the blue door shut. Sam's extra height gave him the ability to look out of the windows, and after a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief. "They're gone," he said, both he and Dean turning away from the doors.
What they saw was not the inside of a blue box. What they saw was…something else.
"What the hell," Sam said wonderingly, walking around a circular, electronic area that looked like something out of a Star Trek movie.
"Son. Of. A. Bitch," Dean replied, running his hand along a console. There was a startling whirring sound, and the spaceship suddenly came to life. "Oh, my God. What the hell is happening?"
Sam shot him a quick, painful bitch face, then jolted in fear as the room/box shook. "Are we… moving?"
"Turn it off, dammit!"
"How?!"
"Aw, hell."
They were moving, careening, wildly spinning through London. "You drive, Dean," Sam said, gesturing to a steering wheel that was conveniently located to Dean's right. He spun it, but it only seemed to make the situation worse. Sam stumbled backwards, away from the controls, as the room tipped alarmingly.
"I can't see a damn thing! Hang on, Sammy!" Dean wrenched the wheel to the right, blindly directing them away from a building, only to hear an alert from the computer, telling him of an imminent collision to his left. "I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE DRIVEN!"
"Shut up!" Sam looked up, noticing a viewscreen in his line of vision. "Dean, look out!"
"Dammit," Dean snapped, and grabbed onto the console. He hit a button in frustration, and to his surprise, the box started to shudder to a halt. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop the forward motion before the crashed through the wall of a flat, landing (thankfully) on the floor of said flat.
"Dean," Sam said, shoving himself off the floor like he was doing a push-up and sprinting forward to the viewscreen, eyes wide with horror, "I think we just broke Baker Street."
