Dean Winchester looked over at Sam, his little brother, though you could never tell by their actual sizes, fast asleep in the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean quickly turned his attention back towards the road. Empty, just like it's been the last hour and a half. There's been some rumors of some strange happenings in some small town in Missouri so the two of them decided to check it out. It was a mutual agreement to do so seeing how these happening weren't normal by any means. From the stories they read, it had too be vampires at work, but, the thing that really didn't make any sense about it was that these people were being sucked dry. Whenever the victims were found they were pretty much nothing more than skeletons and dried skin. Something normal vampires don't seem to do, but, who knows, there's a first for everything.

Then, literally out of nowhere something seemed to be slowly materializing blinking in and out of existence. Dean didn't exactly have time to see what it was, all he saw was that it was big and blue. His reflexes kicking in, Dean swerved out of the way of the big blue thing, the sudden swerve caused Sam to bash the side of his head against the window, rather painfully. The impala temporally out of control and ready to go into the oncoming ditch, Dean slammed on the breaks, causing the tires to squeal in protest of the sudden stop, and to cause Sam to hit his head against the dashboard. Luckily, this time they did stop in time.

His heart racing a hundred miles per-hour, Dean breathed out heavily and looked over at Sam. His brother, now awake and rubbing his sore head could only slur out,

"What happened?"

Giving Sam a quick look over, he seemed to be fine, not bleeding, but would probably have a bruise on his head. The window and dash were in one piece, so his baby wasn't hurt too bad either. With a slightly angry growl, Dean spun his head around and saw the big blue object still in the middle of the road. Following his brother's gaze, Sam groaned out and painfully turned his head, once he saw the item in the rode, his eyes widened.

"What is that?" Sam asked looking over at Dean.

"I don't know, but, I'm going to find out." Dean growled out grabbing his revolver out from under his seat, he stormed out of the impala and marched up the object. He could see clearly that this was some sort of box, like an old payphone of some sort. Hearing the passenger side door open and close as he got up to the mysterious blue box, he looked back at Sam.

"Don't stop me, Sammy, This thing isn't normal. There must be some sort of monster in it for it to just freaking teleport in front of me like that!" Dean growled as he got close enough to the box. Circling around it, he finally found the entrance and could raise an eyebrow at it. Sam following right behind him followed his brother's gaze and raised his own eyebrow as well.

"Uh...Dean, I'm no expert, but, I don't think monsters travel in blue police boxes." Sam said with a heavy sigh as he put his hands into his pockets.

"What the hell is a police box? Look, it doesn't matter. This thing came out of nowhere, Sam, literally, right out of nowhere, so. If you don't mind, I'm going to open this sucker up." Dean concluded with strong determination in his voice. narrowing his green eyes, Dean backed up just a bit and Sam rubbed his still sore forehead with slight confusion.

"Ok, What are you doing?" Sam queried giving his older brother a headshake of disapproval.

"What? You think teleporting boxes are just going to be unlocked? No, I'm going to break the door down." Dean grunted as he continued to back up till finally he was at a good enough distance away to run at it.

"Dean I don't think-"

Before Sam could finish his sentence, Dean charged, running full speed at the blue police box, crying out a war cry as he did so. Just as he was about to make contact with the door to the mysterious police box something interesting happened, the door opened.

Dean went through the now open door at his fast pace, not being able to stop himself in time. Sam could only watch in both confusion and humor as Dean fell over and landed fast first on the floor. Sam would of probably laughed if it wasn't for the strange man.

This man appeared right in front of the fallen Dean, head tilted to the side with curiosity. He then spoke, his accent clearly British as he leaned down and offered a hand to Dean to take.

"You know, you could of just knocked, I would of opened for you two. Oh! Where are my manners!? Hello, I'm the Doctor..."

Ok, that's it all folks! This was story I had rattling in my head for a while, just a quick little oneshot. The doctor could be whatever doctor you want.