Dean Winchester pushed his way to the front of the crowd with the bravado and false confidence it takes to fake being an FBI agent. Sam followed close behind. A simple case, it had seemed, before it had taken them all the way to England. Dean did not like it one bit. There are ways to stop a demon from killing you, but so far, there are no known spells that can keep a plane in the air.

He flashed his badge to a young lady who tried to stop him, expecting to be let through.

"Gary Pihl, FBI, and this is my partner, John Densmore."

The woman stared at them for a second in confusion.

"Are you... american?"

Shit.

"Yes ma'am, we are. Now if you'll excuse us..."

"Hold on, what is the FBI doing in the UK?"

Stick to the basics.

"I'm sorry, but we're not at liberty to say. Don't worry, we've got it all under control."

She still looked a little confused, but with a glance at their badges, she motioned them on.

The Winchesters walked past, and exchanged an amused smile. Things were definatly different now that they weren't in America.

Sam was no doubtedly thinking up some lame Wizard of Oz joke (Hey Dean, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore) and Dean was wondering, with a little desperation if the bars had anything other than tea.

They reached the crime scene to find a body, slightly bloodied, lying on the ground.

"Russell Lance, died of suicide, only days after he got accepted as a teller in the local bank. He had a wife, and two kids, and plenty of friends. Doesn't seem like your average suicide type. Plus this is the third suicide with no known motive in this past week. Do you think this is our demon, Dean?"

Dean nodded. "Looks like. Ha, the bastard gave us one hell of a goose chase, but we've got him now."

"Got who now?"

They looked up to see a tall man with curly black hair staring at them, not at all in a friendly way.

"I'm sorry, FBI business. We're not at liberty to say."

The man gave a tiny smile and shook his head.

"That would be all very well, except you are not FBI, are you?2

Dean swore inside his head, but in actuality, he kept his cool.

"Why would you say that?"

The man rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, it doesn't take a genius to figure this one out. Starting with the most obvious, your badges are fake, well done, but fake, you don't carry yourselves in a professional manner when you think no one is looking, your suits are new and stiff looking, suggesting you don't wear them on a regular basis, you too seem to close to be just parteners, so I'm guessing close friend, or family, you walk with a slight limp, showing that you are used to far more comfortable shoes, and the most obvious, what would the FBI be doing in the UK? So no, you are not FBI, brothers, possibly, and you look like you know what you're doing, so journalists, maybe, or private investigators. Also, the taller one is the younger one, obvious, because of the way he looks to you for conformation, and because he's always slightly behind you. did i miss anyting?"

Dean was slightly in shock.

"What..."

Sam's eyes were wide open, partly in shock, partly in admiration.

"How did you do that?"

The man looked even more annoyed than he had before, if that was even possible.

"I observe. The facts are all their, if you just look close enough. It was particularly easy with you two. Now, please tell me why you are going around impersonating the government."

Sam laughed.

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you."

The mans eyes narrowed.

"Try me."

Sam shot a glance at Dean.

"Sammy..." Dean said warningly.

Sam shook his head. He was begining to get annoyed with this man, who thought he knew everything. He probably couldn't see right past his nose. He was definately the kind of person who wouldn't believe the truth.

"It's a demon. It's been possesing people, using them, and then killing them to stop them from telling anyone what happened. It's trying to hide from us, but we've tracked it down. Now we have to excorcise it before it kills anyone else."

The man immediatly took on an expression of pure boredom.

"Stop wasting my time. Leave now, and I won't tell that you've been sneaking around, impersonating people."

He walked away.

Sam gave Dean a look as if to say I told you so. Dean shrugged.

Authors note: wanted to try my hand at a crossover. Don't know if this is going anywhere or not, but...

The winchesters know nothing of England. The Kansas joke i'm actually really proud of, although its probably been way overdone.

yay an excuse to go research rock bands for aliases yay i hope i didn't make them too obvious. You betcha Dean's into Boston and the Doors xD