Superwholock - Revelation Ch. 1 Pt. 2 Fanfiction

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Chapter One- Uneasy Introductions Pt. 2


A flicker, a dim shape, faded in and out of view. Blue. Deep blue. Light from a small lantern on top cast onto the shocked duo as it touched down and fell as silent as the air. It was a rectangular box, paneled and antique almost. It reminded Dean of the Impala for some reason, God knew why. It just made him think of a vehicle that had been through a lot, been through tight squeezes and tough times, like the two of them. It was like a person, experienced but still full of vigor.

“Police public call box,” Dean read off the top. Inside the windows lining the top he could see a yellowish light pour through. Sam eased towards the box with hesitant but insistent curiosity.

“Sam,” Dean started, reaching for his arm, but Sam shook it off and eventually got within inches of the box.

Pull to open, Sam read in his head. His hand twitched at his side. Well, if it says so. He lifted a stiff but steady hand and placed it on the silver handle. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he gave it a light pull. It didn’t budge.

“Huh,” he muttered. He peeked inside the window, but it was too opaque to make out anything from outside.

“What?” Dean asked, coming slowly towards his brother. Dean lifted his hand and slowly ran it across the dark blue wood.

Sam pulled again. It wouldn’t open.

“It’s locked,” he replied. His hand moved from the handle to the silver lock, rubbing a thumb over it.

“Well...I guess...” Dean didn’t know what to say. What was this? Where did it come from? Confusion rioted between the two as they shared a look of mutual misunderstanding.

“Could this have been what Cas was talking about?” Sam asked with a shrug.

“I had not expected this.” The deep voice floated through the charged air, and the two turned and expected to see their friend Cas. But he wasn’t there.

“Cas?” Dean asked. “Where are you?”

“Up here,” came the reply. Sam and Dean looked upwards, and perched on top of the box was a slightly troubled looking Castiel. Cas was often confused, but usually it was on the topic of humans and Dean’s constant pop culture references. This time, though, he just looked puzzled.

“What are you doing up there?” Sam asked, quirking a brown eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly. “I mean to appear in front of you. But this was...in the way. Which is very strange. Usually I can sense that the area where I land is empty. And it was.”

“Yeah, it was, up until about two seconds ago. It just- appeared. Out of nowhere. Not in the same way you show up, but it faded in and out.” Dean scratched his head. “This is so sci-fi.”

“I know, right? This is weird. Not top five...but maybe top ten. Is it too nerdy for you, Dean? Maybe I should start talking about the possibility of parallel universes.” A smile spread across Sam’s pale face. Despite his confusion, Dean's mood lightened at his smile. It felt like forever since Sam had smiled. And he hadn’t been this geeky in a while- more like years. It felt good, seeing him smile under those dark circles.

“Come on down from there,” Dean said gruffly to Cas, feeling much too chick-flickish.  There was the beating sound of wings through the air and Cas appeared next to Dean. His blue eyes were glued to the box. Sam had been walking in circles around it, knocking on it and touching it. An almost childish excitement had invigorated his steps as he skirted around it.

“What’s up with you? You look like me locked in a pie bakery.”

Cas’s brow furrowed. “Why would you be happy about being locked in a store?”

Dean ignored him and Sam said breathlessly, “I have no idea. There’s just something about this box. It’s a police box. From the sixties. The sixties in London.”

“How would you know that, sherlock?” Dean grumbled, trying to hide his own feeling of being drawn to the box. It was like a magnet. Cas looked unaffected, as usual.

Sam shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to go to Britain. Whenever I was in college with free time, I sometimes went to the library and looked up places to go. England, Italy.” His smile faded briefly. “That was a long time ago.” But it picked up again, his lips curling. “I remember seeing a picture of it in an old book of modern British myths. A mysterious blue box. Usually an omen of things.”

“What kind of things?” Dean asked, intrigued.

“Bad things. Well, odd things.”

Hunter instinct kicked Dean’s brain into gear. “Like what?” he asked gravely.

“Calm down, Dean,” Sam said, reading Dean’s train of thought off his face. “It just appears. And weird things happen, like power outages and wave fluctuations.” Dean ignored this last part. Weird things were always bad. Bad things ALWAYS happened. Typical.

“The thing is,” Sam continued, “the myth sometimes included a-”

There was a noise and suddenly the door of the box burst open, and out leapt a man looking like an old Oxford professor, complete with suspenders and a bow tie.

“Hello!” the man yelled jovially. “The name’s the Doctor! Do you think you could tell me where I am?"

“-man!” Sam finished with a start, hurriedly stepping backwards.
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