Dean huffed and shivered into his jacket. He and Sam had taken flashlights and weapons from the trunk and ventured from the road in pursuit of the UFO.

"Will you stop calling it that?" Dean bit sourly.

"Well until we figure out what it was, that's what it is," Sam defended.

"There's no such thing as UFOs-!" Dean jumped, hissing in pain when a twine of pine branch whipped him in the face. "Or aliens-" he grumbled, tearing the object out of his way.

"I'm just saying, it could be possible."

"No, it couldn't," Dean argued, "All that crap you hear about crop circles and abducted cows- it's just monsters doing all of that stuff. You know that, right?"

"Why would a monster feel compelled to make a crop circle-?"

Dean didn't have a get-go answer to that.

"–Teenagers," was his answer, "Stupid teenagers who have nothing better to do than to rally up all of the alien hunter conspiracy nut jobs out there."

"What about the probe victims-"

"Oh don't even go there-" Dean groaned. The brothers were quiet. Dean was itching to spit back a response though. He couldn't let Sam win this fight.

"... They're in on it," Dean coughed at last.

Sam gave up. Dean could be a stubborn ass sometimes. Better to stop here before he really pissed his brother off. Sam knew he had won this argument anyway. The two siblings continued to sweep the woods with their flashlights in silence. Dean shrugged deeper into his jacket and exhaled.

"I'm about ready to call it a night and shag ass to Bobby's." Sam didn't blame him. It was getting dark out, and it was only common sense to be afraid of the dark, as Dean had reminded him a few years back. They didn't even know what they were looking for. Dean had only described the object as a "blue spinning box-thing". Sam wanted to ask his older brother if maybe he had just imagined the whole spectacle, but he had a nagging feeling about the description he had been given. It sounded vaguely familiar...

Sam sighed, and turned up his flashlight to the sky. He noticed something odd, and he squinted. Among the tangles of branches, he saw that a lot of them were snapped towards the top of the canopy. The damage scratched along the trees in a long sweep.

"Dean. Check it out."

Dean stopped and craned his neck to follow Sam's line of sight. After a swallow, he breathed in slight awe.

"I'll be damned."

The two of them took off, using the scratch of trees' wounds as a guide.

"You better be right about this, Sam," Dean told him gruffly. And just a moment earlier, his big brother trusted his guidance.

"Whatever this thing is, it made a crash landing. I'm pretty sure we'll find it," Sam returned.

The further along they got, the more severe and noticeable the damage was in the trees. The UFO didn't land nicely, that much was certain. Thick boughs were bent, snapped and twisted over, to make way for the thing that came through this way.

A noise halted them. They stayed still, listening to a low hum reverberating in the cool air.

Handguns whipped out and safeties clicked. Cautiously, they proceeded together. Their steps were calculated to avoid making noise as much as possible. Which wasn't easy considering that the forest was laden with dried leaves. Dean held out his EMF detector. It whirred and the red lights blipped back and forth sporadically before maintaining a constant high-pitched whine. The siblings exchanged a glance.

They wove between the trees, zeroing in on the location. Dean had shut off the EMF detector and pocketed it. The low hum was getting louder and it sounded eerie, like a beast moaning in pain. Then it was made clear to them.

Whatever it was, it was tipped haphazardly, cutting into the thick gnarled truck of an ancient tree. It delved a crater into the earth, and it seemed to have torn up the ground before hitting the tree, judging by the mess it left in its wake. It bore a faint glow. It had windows. It was blue. It was a box.

"No." Dean's arm dropped his gun to his side. "No way, man," Dean shook his head in disbelief as he backed away from the large box. "That can't be-"

"I think it is, Dean," Sam swallowed, hardly able to believe it himself. He kept his gun trained on the box. Dean's brows knit together, as he gaped at the display before him.

"I thought it was just a story."

Suddenly the doors of the phone booth flew open with a bang. The brothers jumped out of their skins. A shot rang.