And another!
"Sam!" Dean called, and tossed him a rifle. The younger brother whirled around and blasted the ghost with rock salt.
"I thought this was a Wendigo!" He yelled, scanning the forest for more spirits. "You said this was a Wendigo."
"It was! Mutilated bodies, middle of the woods, only comes out every twenty-five years or so. It was a clear cut Wendigo! Get down!" Sam ducked just in time for Dean to shoot the mauled Indian Chief that was reaching for his throat. The ghost vanished with a guttural snarl.
"Does this look like a Wendigo?" Sam glanced up before checking his bag. It wouldn't be long before it came back. Rock salt only went so far. "All I have packed for ghosts are these guns and a couple more rounds. We need to get out of here before Chief Psycho chops us into pieces like he did the others."
"Dammit, Sam, you think I don't know that! Come on." He began making a mad dash toward the Impala. Sam barreled after him, frantically searching for the ghost. He didn't like how it hadn't made another move. He didn't have to wait long. The chieftain appeared in front of him and reaching inside his chest. Sam felt his insides being twisted and groaned.
"Sammy!" He heard Dean shout, and then a noise he'd never heard.
Vworrrp. Vworrrp
"What the hell..." Dean muttered and lifted his gun at the appearing object. The specter holding Sam looked up, and it was the first time the Winchesters had seen a ghost run scared. Dean ran over and helped Sam to his feet. "You've got to be friggin' kidding me! You ever heard of a ghost police box?"
"No... but I think we should get in the car." The blue box began to solidify.
"Get in the car, get in the car!" The Winchesters sprinted away as fast as could. Dean looked back and tried to blast the ghost of Phone Booth's Past, but the salt had no effect other than hitting a solid object. The Box did appear to be solid now, and Dean could hear a yell from inside. A man ran out, unlike any Dean had ever seen. Sure, he saw crazy freak and monsters all the time, but this guy? He was running around the blue box, armed only with a green flashlight and patches on his elbows. The ghost was afraid of him? Dean wondered, He stopped running, intent on watching the man who gasped at the indents and chipped paint left from the shotgun blast.
"Sexy!" He cried, gently running his fingers over the marks as though touching a beautiful woman. Dean raised an eyebrow. Great, a pervert in love with a magic box. As he turned to leave, a shot rang out.
"Hit the deck!" Dean ordered Sam, before turning back to the police box. A man in a purple button down was aiming a pistol at them.
"Stop or I'll shoot. And I don't miss." The dark-haired man smirked in disdain. Dean growled, tempted to blast the pompous ass full of rock salt.
"Oi! I said no guns!" The other man whirled around, and Dean could finally get a good look at his face. He looked young, practically childlike, with hair almost as long as Sam's. Almost. Heh, with purple shirt, those three could make a L'oreal commercial. Dean snickered at the thought. The man in purple heard him, and trained his gun on Dean. He's aiming too low to make a fatal shot. They want us alive. Dean aimed his gun right back.
"I've got all day, Cheekbones." He could hear Sam facepalm and mutter in annoyance.
"Dean, let's go." Purple Shirt ignored the jibe. The indication of him even hearing Dean was the slow movement of his thumb cocking the revolver.
"Sherlock!" Bow Tie shouted, though Dean would hardly call him threatening. "Give me that! Now." Sherlock. Dean snickered at the name. His mom must hate him or something. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, eyes still locked on Dean, but to the amazement of everyone, he handed the man the gun. Bow Tie took it and, after emptying all the bullets, looked up Dean with a big, goofy grin. Dean couldn't decide if it pissed him off or disarmed him. It was nearly infectious.
"Well. Nice to finally meet you. I'm the Doctor, and Sherlock was the one about to shoot you. But don't worry, he's under control. Mostly. Sometimes. Not really. Now, fancy a job?"