Yeah, I really thought it'd be cool if two uber hot guys (Sam and Charlie) met in the same show! This is MY twisted version of the crossover.

Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs. I do not own Supernatural.

19 Deaths

5 Counties

4 Brothers

2 Families

"You idiot!" Dean hissed none too kindly at his brother. Sam flinched and glared daggers at the can that had been almost too coincidentally in front of his foot. With a flourish of his hand and a flick of his curly, brown hair, Sam had his gun in his hand, looking almost casual.

"Look, if he was here, he would have heard that cat you stepped on a couple of hallways back," the younger Winchester retorted quietly. Dean rolled his eyes and motioned for his brother to follow him. The 'him', in case you were wondering, just so happened to be a shapeshifting demon. Or, 'glorified little girls with make-up' as Dean so fondly called them, realizing that it had turned into some cute little devil-girl. The had been trailing it for the past three days, investigating every missing dog and almost throttling someone's little old granny to death. They had finally followed it here, certain that the pig-tailed little demon was actually the one they were looking for.

"I'd just like to rip those little pigtails right out of it's artificially blonde little head…" Dean muttered, turning a corner. Sam cocked an eyebrow and (hesitantly) followed his sadistic brother. As soon as he turned the corner, however, he ran into Dean's brown leather jacket.

"What's…?" he began, only to be silenced by Dean's raised hand.

"Muffin tops and spider drops, your soul belongs to me, drop it now or pay a fee, and I'll set your cadaver free!" a small voice giggled in front of Dean. Sam felt his stomach do a flip.

"At least it's good a poetry…"

"Yeah, a regular Mother Goose Grimm," Dean grunted, fiddling with his gun before stepping into the dim light of the room. Sam followed, taking as much of the room in in a single glance. The moonlight slanted in, though by the time it made it's way through the tall skyscrapers outside, it only managed to be a little strip of silver on the cement floors. Every couple of seconds, a small girl with pigtails would skip past, the strip of silver painting her face pale. She seemed to be hopping around something, but all that could be seen in the light looked like a leg. I'm pretty sure that the lack of light is a blessing, Sam thought, his jaw locking.

"You two are as dead-set as hound dogs!" It was suddenly apparent that the small clack of shoes had stopped and the room was eerily quiet. Sam felt his older brother jump and made sure he had his gun in his hand before following suit. The little girl put her hands on her hips and stared at the two of them, her eyes black abysses.

"Mommy says we shouldn't play with guns," she chided, shaking her finger at the two.

"Momma said a lot of stuff, like, clean your room, don't pick your nose, check for that demon under your bed…" Dean retorted. Far off sirens seemed to be laughing at them, causing the hairs to prick-up on the back of Sam's neck.

"I don't like you!" the demon stomped her petite foot on the ground and stuck out her bottom lip.

"Well, I don't like you. In fact, I don't like your whole race!" Dean whined right back. Sam couldn't help but turn his head as the sirens seem to increase.

"Yeah, but I did something about my hatred," it giggled. At that, Dean cocked one of his eyebrows and lowered his gun, but only slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Uh, Dean…" Sam whispered, sidling closer to the exit.

"What?"

"I think it has something to do with those sirens…" they got even louder in response.

"What did you do?" The little demon giggled and continued to skip around, singing something about bleeding hearts and decapitated parts. The brothers watched her with growing aggravation.

"Would you shut up?" Sam finally snapped, having his own little temper tantrum. The little girl snarled at him.

"Fine!" the sirens continued to get closer and closer. The little girl began to laugh hysterically, her face distorted in her sick ecstasy. The brothers watched her for a few moments, but then began to get fed up with it.

"Would you shut up?" Sam shouted, shooting the little demon in-between the eyes. Over dramatically, like a Shakespeare soliloquy, the demon fell backwards onto the ground, her pigtails slowly falling beside her head. For several moments the brothers simply watched her and waited for her to pop up again, pointy teeth bared, but she never did.

"Oh, come on, you're not dead!" Dean sighed, regret apparent in his voice. Sure, he wished it were this easy. Psychotically, the body on the ground shook with laughter.

"You're right, I'm not, but I sure look it!"

"Sure, anyone would look dead with a bullet in-between their eyes," Sam shrugged irritably. Another round of laughter followed, only to be drowned out by the ever-nearing sirens.

"I'm a good actor, yes?"

"Yes, so what's your point?" Dean was growing inpatient building up her self-esteem.

"The cops can't tell the difference between an acting demon and a dead girl…" it was suddenly apparent that the sirens filled the air with their cries, also that they were not moving away.

"Why you little- you called the cops?" Dean shouted, already backing up towards the exit. Through a window, the two brothers saw trucks pulling up. They weren't only cop cars, but others as well. Men in bulletproof jackets poured out of the cars and swarmed towards the building, guns pulled and eyes steely.

"C'mon Dean, we can't stand around!" Sam hissed, quickly backing towards the door.

"Yeah, but if we're going to be framed for murder, I want to actually kill something!" Dean shouted, glaring down at the little blonde demon. She merely smiled up at him, then regained that dead look.

"Put your hands up!" A man bellowed. Dean, already realized he had been caught over the body, turned to his brother.

"Run Sam!" he hissed. The younger Winchester hesitated for a moment.

"But-"

"RUN!" When Sam didn't run, Dean raised a fist threateningly to him. "RUN!"

"I can't leave you with the cops!"

"What are they gonna' pin me for, killing a demon?" Said cops were running closer and closer, so Sam followed his brother's advice and turned-tail and ran.

"One's running!" Dean heard one of the people shout. He cursed and turned to run. "Put your hands up!" They shouted again. The hunter sighed and lazily raised his arms into the air. Almost immediately, he was tackled by the men and shoved to the ground. Over the grunts, he could have sworn he heard a sigh of relief.

"Hey, go tell Charlie I said good job, we caught him."