Disclaimer: I own nothing of the supernatural or Alex rider series.

A/N: this is just an introduction, if enough people are interested it will continue.


Scarlett Hunter is eighteen. She joined the CIA at the young age of fifteen along with ten other teenagers the same age as her. There were of course arguments about the small group's age, but after the success of the British teenage agent, Alex Rider, the CIA director had decided to set up project Rider and wouldn't listen to any of the other agents' arguments.

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"My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women. I did not kill anyone. But I know who did or rather what did. Of course I can't be for sure 'cause our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory is that were looking for some kind of vengeful spirit." The video of the young man was paused and Scarlett blinked as the lights were switched on,

"That was recorded about a year ago," James Smith said from his position across the desk, "He and his brother faked their death and escaped within the days after this. We believe with the help of a detective working on the murders they were accused of," He continued reading from a file he had open in front of him,

"Okay, what does this have to do with me?" Scarlett asked looking at the man on the video, with close cropped brown hair and green eyes,

"We need you to find him and his brother," James said leafing through the report on his desk, "I'm not saying there are no other agents who could do this but you're the best tracker we've got, especially at your young age," He said looking up and meeting Scarlett's eyes.

"You don't believe he's insane?" Scarlett asked turning back to look at the man on the screen,

"Quite possibly," James replied in all seriousness, "but we still are interested in what we can find out from the Winchester boys," He said passing over the file, "In there is everything we have on them," He told her as she leafed through the small file in her hands,

"It's not much," She muttered to herself

James chuckled, the sound held no amusement what so ever, "I am aware of that but these two boys are quite the experts with fake ID's and credit cards," he said, watching her as she looked at the small snippets of the Winchester's life that the expert researchers of the CIA had found, "We're giving you as long as you need to track down the Winchester's," He said already knowing that the young girl in front of him would take the job,

"What do you want me to do if I find them?" She asked closing the folder and looking at him once again,

"Follow them, see what they do," He said plainly getting up and finally turning off the TV that held the image of Dean Winchester.