"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"And what are you seeing?"

"A floating glowing car, and a floating, glowing, blue person."

"In that case, yes."

Sam and Dean had just finished a hunt and were driving to Bobby's place when they saw a car floating about ten feet in the air surrounded by a green glow with a strange glowing, floating man in overalls not far away. Naturally, they assumed that the glowing, floating man must be responsible for the glowing, floating car then pulled over and exited the Impala to better assess the situation. Their assumption eventually was proven correct when the man started to maniacally laugh and shout.

"I AM NO LONGER SIMPLY THE BOX GHOST, I AM NOW THE BOX AND CAR GHOST. MASTER OF ALL THINGS CUBICAL AND VEHICULAR! TREMBLE BEFORE MY POWER OVER YOUR GLORIOUS AUTOMOBILES!

Sam and Dean had seen some weird shit over the years, but nothing, absolutely nothing could prepare them for this. So it's no wonder why after the self proclaimed Box Ghost's speech, Dean, in his confusion uttered a simple "What the fuck?"

Unfortunately, this simple statement was enough to capture this Box Ghost's attention. He turned around in search of whoever made the noise, then froze as he saw the impala, dropping the other car in the process. Luckily the other car was apparently built like a Nokia and so was mostly unharmed after the fall. The same could not be said for the road. The car sped off mere seconds after it landed. After a moment of complete silence in which the Box Ghost stared at the Impala and made Dean unbearably uncomfortable by doing so, the Box ghost began to shout again.

"AHA! I, THE MIGHTY BOX AND CAR GHOST, HAVE NEVER SEEN A CAR SUCH AS THAT ONE! HUMANS, SURRENDER YOUR MOTORIZED MACHINE TO ME, OR FACE MY CORRUGATED CARDBOARD DOOM."

Dean, predictably was not having it. Without taking his eyes off the man he grit his teeth and came up with a plan. A simple plan, but a plan nonetheless. "Sammy, get the shotguns."

"On it."

Once they had the guns they started shooting rock salt at the Box Ghost who yelped and turned transparent as he curled into a ball midair. After a bit, both guns had run out of rounds, so the Box Ghost tentatively opened his eyes, only to see the Winchester Brothers getting more salt to put in their guns. He decided to quit while he was ahead, after all, he had already scared them. Did he really need their car? The answer: no.

"FINE, BE THAT WAY. I NEVER LIKED YOUR CAR ANYWAY, TOO OLD, PROBABLY RUSTY. MY BOXES ARE MUCH BETTER!"

And with that he vanished into thin air, the only proof of him being there in the first place being the large dent in the road where he dropped the Nokia like car.

"What the fuck just happened."

When they got to Singer Salvage Yard and explained what happened they expected Bobby to think they were crazy or ask them if they had been taking drugs. Surprisingly though, instead of any of that, he seemed calm and Just asked "Let me see if I got this right, a slightly transparent glowing and floating blue man who called himself a ghost tried to take the Impala?"

Dean nodded, then Bobby sighed. "I think I know what you're dealing with." He walked up to a computer and typed in amity park ghosts.

"Seriously Bobby? You gotta be kidding me, that place is a tourist trap." Sam scoffed as Bobby scrolled through google images. "I mean, that's very obviously low budget CGI, not anything rea-"

"Hold on!" Dean interrupted. He took the mouse from Bobby's hand and clicked on a picture. "That's him, the Box guy."

"Holy shit." Sam was flabbergasted. "What website is this picture from?"

"Some Fentonworks place." Dean answered before clicking the link to the website. "Says here it's the website for a guy who specialises in hunting this type of ghost in amity park. The phone number's right here."