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"Sammy! What are we doing here again?" Dean yelled out to his brother as he searched the his designated half of the warehouse. It was old, the roof caved in and water dripped down from it, hitting his head every few seconds. The air smelt musty and Dean shivered, but not from the cold. Even he had to admit it was creepy in here. The meager light bulbs flickered overhead and he looked up. His eyes narrowed and he looked back at his EMF Detector. It's high pitch whine filled the empty warehouse. The little arrow was out of control; there was definitely something supernatural here.

"Locals heard strange noises coming from here the about 2 months ago and people saw something flickering in the shadows. Then last month it happened again. It's been happening every day on the 11th," he heard from behind him, close to his ear. He spun around only to see Sam clutching his flashlight and looking up at him critically.

"Jesus Sammy! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Dean complained, lowering his gun. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Is this seriously the best case we've got?" Dean asked desperately. The case sounded like complete bullshit. It was probably a bunch of stupid teenagers playing some dumb prank. They had more important things on their hands. With only a year to live, Dean didn't want to waste it on some bogus case. But the EMF Detector didn't lie. Dean knew something was here, he just didn't know what. It was something powerful, no normal ghost would make the Detector go this crazy.

"A demon?" He thought dubiously. It was possible, they did let out more than 200 when the Devil's Gate opened. He wasn't too worried. He was going to die and get dragged to Hell anyways, did it really matter when? All the counted was that Sammy was still alive. As long as Sammy was okay, Dean was okay.

"Dean?" Sam said nervously from behind him. He spun around but Sam was no where to be seen.

"Sammy?" Dean called out, gripping his gun tighter. "I swear to god if something gets him again..." He thought darkly.

"Over here!" Sam called out, sounding shocked. "I think I found our ghost," he added, but his voice made him seem confused. But why would he be confused? Dean made his way towards his brother, pointing his gun out in front of him the whole time.

He saw his brother but didn't relax his clench in the gun. It wasn't until he made sure Sam was completely okay did he lower his weapon. Sam was staring at something in front of his with a look at wonder and confusion.

Dean turned to face the unknown object that Sam was looking at and his mouth slacked open.

"I'll be damned," he breathed out. And because he was Dean Winchester he added, "Oh wait, I already am!" He laughed at his own joke as Sam glared at him.

"Oh lighten up Sammy!" Dean said, pushing Sam's shoulder. He turned back to the thing in front of him.

It was simple, yet it made no sense. A blue, flickering box stood in front of the Winchesters ominously. Mist slightly shrouded it, giving the box an eerie effect. It looked dangerous, the dark blue paneling spatter with dark patches of...something. The top of it said "Police Box" and a light flickered on the top of it, highlighting the chips in the paint.

A ghost box? That was certainly new. Dean stepped forward as Sam got out his gun from the hostler. With the tip of his gun Dean nudged at the box with bated breath.

Suddenly, the box's doors (which both brothers didn't even know it had) flew open and confetti rained down on them, catching in their hair. Two people ran out of the box, a guy and a girl.

"CLARA OSWALD, WELCOME TO VEGAS!" The man yelled enthusiastically, waving his hands around. She squealed with excitement, only to have it taken away when she hear the clicks of the guns. Both Clara and the mysterious man (who was wearing some weird red hat that matched his bow tie perfectly) turned towards the two hunters. Sam and Dean aimed their guns at the pair and they paled considerably. Deans eyes looked the woman up and down appreciatively, noting her flouncy green dress and how short it was.

"What the hell?" Dean blurted out. Sam's grip tightening around the butt of his gun. Even he had to admit, the ghosts they were facing were extremely puzzling. They had no blood staining their incredibly fancy clothes (the man did mention Vegas, was that where they were going before they died?)

Normally ghost killed the hunters (or at least tried to) on sight. But these two ghost looked very nervous indeed.

The girl squeaked out in a harsh whisper, "Doctor lets get back into the TARDIS."

"Clara I could just sonic them and we'll all calm down and-"

"You promised me Vegas; not this-not again!" Her voice rose even higher on the last part, gesturing to the brothers with panic.

"Look, not to break up your little-chat- but we haven't got all night. I'm tired, you're dead, and honestly? I just want to kill you and be done with it. And then, I'm going to go get me some pie."

He aimed the gun at the girl's head and she yelped.

"Doctor!"

Fast as lightning, the strange British man whipped out a weird looked device and a whirling sound resonated throughout the warehouse.

His gun sparked and he dropped it to the floor. He picked it up quickly and trying firing it-no luck. Great, his gun was jammed. But his gun never jammed. What did that damn ghost do to his gun?! He looked up at the duo, giving his best "You're so fucking dead" look.

"I don't like guns," the man replied menacingly. He turned to the girl -Clara was it?- and said, his whole demeanor changing, "Right Clara, I promised you Vegas huh? Lets go before these gentlemen get any other great ideas." And with that he pushed her inside the box and closed the door.

Then it disappeared with that strange noise accompanying it. Sam looked around in disbelief as Dean yelled out in frustration, "Son of a BITCH!"