Summary: Dean, Sam & Bobby mistakenly cause a portal to be opened into Angel and Spike's world.

Supernatural, Angel crossover.

No spoilers for Angel or Supernatural –You just need to know the characters relationships in SPN Season 2 & Angel Season 5. [Yeah, never mind about the year differences... portal time is different? Well, now it is anyway.]

I don't own either show, they belong to the WB, the CW, Joss Whedon & Eric Kripke [2 geniuses of TV!]. All main characters aside from Amy are from either of the shows. Amy is a random character that I made up & added.


CHAPTER 1: The Amulet

"Dean!" Sam couldn't believe what his brother was up to this time. "Seriously, dude? We've come here for a reason, and it's NOT to check out the sleeping chick! What are you, a stalker?"

"I'm no Edward-freakin'-Cullen here man, it's just –"

"-Sure. Now you're gonna say it's just human nature or something like that. Right?"

Dean turned back around, ignoring Sam. "Of course, I don't expect you to understand, Sammy." Dean laughed.

"Dean, just help me look for the damn amulet and we can get out of here without-" Sam became quiet as the girl moaned in her sleep. The brothers' held their breath as she turned over, still asleep. "-without waking the girl." Sam finished.

"Alright. But only coz you're so damn desperate to get out of here. Anyway, I was working on it! Look here, I think I found something," Sam crept over next to Dean to see that he was pointing out the bracelet around the sleeping girls' wrist. "Ya see? No stalking here. Working!"

Sam was surprised. The bracelet around her wrist featured an amulet which fitted the description that Bobby had given to them almost exactly.

"See?!"

"Okay, okay. You won this round Dean. But I know that was just luck on your part."

"Bitch." Dean was quick to reply.

"Jerk!" Sam answered automatically.

And they were off again at each other, though quietly so they wouldn't wake the girl. She seemed to be able to sleep through anything quite well, however. That is, until the boys tried to remove the bracelet.

Sam gently placed his fingers around the bracelet, trying to pull it off. It was no use though, he couldn't do it without risking waking her. At first he tried and she simply rolled over, hardly reacting. When he tried again, she stirred.

"Nice one! Now what? Any more bright ideas?" Dean whispered.

"Shhh!" Sam was thinking. The girl shifted in her bed, not fully awake.

"We're gonna have to wake her up," Sam came out with it. "There's no other way we can do it. If we take it off like this and she wakes up, then what? We'd have the cops all over us. This bracelet's probably important to her too. It is over 200 years old, after all.

"Yeah, blah, blah, blah & it just happens that it has the amulet which we need to be able to find this super-vampire, whatever-it-is thing and kill it?" Dean had no better suggestions, however, so they decided to stake out the house from the Impala and wait until the girl woke up.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Dean perked up in his seat, and poked Sam, pointing to the window of the house. The brothers had been sitting in the Chevy for hours, and finally, now that it was 8, they saw some signs of movement as well as lights on in the house. They waited a couple of minutes, so it wouldn't seem like they'd been watching her house and then they were ready.

"So, now we go get the amulet." Sam said, getting out of the car. Dean followed closely and the doors squeaked as they slammed shut.

"Action at last," Dean said excitedly, working his way towards the house.

*~*~*~*~*~*

The doorbell sounded through the house and Amy Jacobs was surprised, she hadn't expected anyone to be awake this early on a Sunday morning, usually it was just her. She was always an early riser, it was in her blood. She answered the door, after quickly checking her hair and make-up in a passing mirror. She was thankful that she had, seconds later, as she opened the door to reveal two tall, cute looking guys.

"Hi, can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes, we hope so. Agents Hammet and Hendrix, CIA." The shorter, slightly cuter of the two said, in a voice suggesting that he meant business. The two simultaneously flashed badges at her in the way that she always saw on TV and in movies.

"Hammet and Hendrix?" Any enquired, after inviting them inside. "Not Kirk and Jimmy, I presume?" The men looked quite surprised for a moment, obviously not expecting her to recognize the names, but they recovered quickly.

The taller of the two, Hendrix, as he had been introduced, replied "No ma'am, Sam and Dean. We get that often, just not usually..."

"-from ladies like myself?" Sam nodded as she continued, "Well I've got news for you! There are some females in this world with good tastes in music!"

*~*~*~*~*~*

Dean took an instant liking to the girl –Amy, he reminded himself. She had offered them drinks and was, at the moment, getting a coffee for Dean and water for herself and Sam.

Dean nudged Sam "Why'd you give her our real names?!"

Sam shrugged. "She clearly saw right through our surnames and yet, here we are inside her house –no police surrounding us. I figure we should be honest about that at least. We need her to trust us if we're gonna be able to get the amulet off her."

Sam saw this as sound logic, but Dean wasn't so sure. "And if she's calling the cops now?"

Sam didn't answer as Amy returned with their drinks. Sam looked to Dean as if to say 'Told you so!' and Dean stared him down while Amy's back was turned.

"Thank you." Sam graciously accepted his drink from Amy, trying to ignore Dean's looks.

Amy sat down on the couch opposite them. "So what can I do for you, then, boys?"

*~*~*~*~*~*

Amy sat patiently and listened as the agents talked. They fed her some bullshit story about her bracelet and a 'top secret' case which they couldn't give away the details of. She wasn't stupid. She saw right through their disguise; the names, the badges, the story. They were all lies. It was her job to know these things. After all, she was a psychologist and had been so for a number of years.

She listened anyway and paid close attention to detail in case they let anything slip about what they really planned and who they really were. She could tell that these guys had done this before –together too. They were professionals. She didn't quite know what exactly they were trying to achieve, but she knew that they needed her bracelet in order to do it.

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