When Alex goes after an assassin it seems like every other job he's done for the MI6 until he meets three mysterious strangers, Sam, Dean and Cas who tell him that it's going to be a hell of a lot harder to kill this man then with a loaded gun.

The names Alex, Alex Rider. I was young enough when I was pulled into the world of espionage, You'd probably argue I was too young to be pulled into the world of the paranormal too.

They told me it was just another job. I could hear it now Blunts words from only this morning; Bitter, Cold, Uncaring. It was a simple job, one of the old assassins from SCORPIA is out to get me.

So, what better way to stop him? Than send the one he wants to kill to kill him first. Manned with my wits and a handful of gadgets given to me by Smithers. MI6's tech genius. I was set. The one issue, this guy was in America and I had been sent there.

I had crossed paths with CIA agents before they were annoying, they asked too many questions. Ones that if I were to answer truthfully could put MI6 in a whole heap of trouble. I really did not want to be there. To be forced to deal with that again and truthfully America reminded me of Sabina and her family.

How they had taken me under their wing and then been brutally murdered, just like Jack, Ian, John and others. They'd tried to keep me out of this. Out of this life of spies and lying. But I had always been destined to end up here.

Sat in a slightly uncomfortable airplane seat. On a trip across the Atlantic Ocean. I wish I could stay where I was in a small house in Chelsea with Jack. It didn't matter that Ian died, we had each other. Or at least we did until she was ruthlessly killed. How I wish she hadn't been. I wish that Blunt had never approached me that cold afternoon. But they were just wishes and in a world like mine, wishes never came true.

Time skip to landing in America

We touched down not long ago, and as soon as we did it was up and out of the airport for me. On a long trip still looking for the man, the assassin that I had been told to kill. It was a standard job for me, track down, observe, kill. Anybody would have thought it would have been inhumane to hear a eighteen-year-old boy to speak of killing so easily as if it was not a situation of taking away another man's life. I hadn't been paying attention, that's when I ran into them for the first time. A trio of men in their late twenties. The one at the front held up a badge and spoke with a gruff voice,

"The names Jerry Wanek I'm a CIA agent, you haven't seen any strange activity 'round here have you?" The man asked.

Being an agent of course I couldn't help myself when I deadpanned then replied to the man,

"Nice fake ID badge, now who the hell are you?" I grumbled. The three men looked more than shocked. The tallest one of the small group quirked his brow.

"Uhm, how did you know our ID's aren't real?" He spoke in a hushed tone.

"My name is Sam, the one you just spoke to was my brother Dean and the guy at the back is Cas." He added. I didn't know why but I felt more than compelled to trust them, So I was quick with my response.

"Alex, Alex Rider." I stuck out my hand at that moment. The tall one -Sam- Took it. We shook hands briefly.

"Now, would you care to explain how you knew the ID was fake?" Sam said. I argued with myself, Blunt'll kill me if I give out my job. Screw it, Screw blunt.

"Well, you probably won't believe me but I work for the MI6. I've been sent here to kill somebody that goes by the alias Lucifer." I explain and Dean's face goes from stoic to shocked.

"Did you just say Lucifer? Well, you see kid I think that Lucifer might not be an Alias." Dean states. I stared at him, my face remaining blank with a glare that my old unit leader- Wolf- Would be proud of.

"You've got to be kidding me, lemme guess he's actually a Demon or some shit." I growled out, Dean just nodded.

"Kid if we believe you're are from the MI6 will you believe we're paranormal hunters and Cas here is an angel." He replies. I shot him a quizzical look, I could tell he wasn't lying.

"Alright then, as insane as it sounds, I believe you." I nodded softly, confirming my sentence.

"Now I'm not sure if my 'My backup' will believe you, they're four SAS men. If they're the men I think they are you might just have a tough time explaining this to them." I explained and as if on cue the four SAS men entered the room and I had to do a double take...

I turned back to Dean quickly.

"Welp here's backup." I turned to face them

"Snake, Eagle, Fox, and uhm, Wolf. Nice to see you again!" I waved. Wolf looked at me confused.

"Again? but we've never met?" He asked hurriedly. Daniels, I mean fox turned to look at him.

"Ah Wolf I think you have." He stated bluntly. Eagle shot me a strange look that looked somewhere between nausea and confusion.

"Cub? Is that you?" Snake quickly asked, I nodded and Fox was quick to add.

"Who the hell are those three people behind you?" I turned to them.

"Ah right, B-Fox, these are Sam, Dean and Cas. They're CIA looking for the same guy we are, Isn't that right guys?" I stated before stamping on Deans foot.

"Yes sir, they never told us they were sending the MI6 and SAS over from England, did they Sammie?" Dean replied, Sam whacked him in the back of the head.

"No, you're right they didn't but whatever. Don't call me Sammie." He blurted out in one sentence. If I was going to believe these guys then I better strap in. This was going to be one hell of a ride...

Ah, first chapter done, I forgot to put a disclaimer at the beginning. FAN fiction guys you get the drill. As much as I wished I owned Alex Rider, Or knew Jared, Jensen and Misha alas I do not