This might be kinda horrible its my first story... You only live once right! Enjoy the story and please review :D Rated T for dean's language (Disclaimer: I don't own either shows and their characters)
Jemma walked with Daisy and Fitz down an alley after a mission when there was a blast of light. In a single moment Daisy and Fitz were gone in their place was 3 men. "W-who are you?" She said raising her icer.
Earlier, Sam, Dean, and Cas raced after a mysterious being when it mumbled something. The 2 of them felt themselves be ripped from the ground and when they opened back up their eyes they were in front of a small figures british girl asking for answers.
Jemma observed the 2 men one had a stern face and a relaxed one. "What did you do with my friends?" Jemma said snapping the boys back to earth.
"You can put down the gun, we don't know." Cas said looking straight into the girl's eyes. Jemma didn't move the icer but hesitated before shooting them both.
Meanwhile, Daisy and Fitz looked from each other back to the man in front of them. They studied the party and no one spoke until Sam pulled out a angel blade. Daisy instinct quaked him against the wall knocking him out. "Well where are we fitz?" Fitz shurgged looking around the small alleyway.
"Wheres jemma?" fitz said with his nervous puppy dog eyes. Daisy didn't met his eyes Jemma was alone with who knows what and she didn't know if they could help.
Jemma's phone was given to Fitz she stared at the men, should she run? The man in the trenchcoat rubbed his head getting up. Jemma aimed her icer at him, "Who are you?" she pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind.
"Castiel and this is Dean Winchester." Cas said looking toward the unconcious dean. Jemma studied the two as she lowered her icer.
"How did you get here." Jemma said not in the mood for small talk she wanted to find Fitz and Daisy.
"We don't know." Cas said his crystaly blue eyes looking straight into Jemma's eyes.
"My name is Jemma Simmons." Jemma put her icer away but kept a hand on it. Dean groaned as he stood up.
"What the hell was that?" He said brushing himself off.
"An icer" Jemma said calmly, "Jemma Simmons" She held out her hand. Dean shook it and looked around.
"So whats the plan" Dean asked. Everyone stood in slience.
Sam woke up handcuffed to a pole looking on at the strangers bickering. Fitz stopped mid sentence seeing that sam woke up. "Daisy hes up." Daisy looked over at the man.
"Have you ever intergated anyone" Fitz shook his head, "Well a first time for everything." Sam muffled something through the tape over his mouth. Fitz pulled it off and sat on a nearby wooden crate.
"Looked I don't know who you guys are but I assure you-" Sam said before getting interuppted.
"Stop talking please." Daisy took a deep breath and got fitz's pocket knife out.
"What are you?" Daisy didn't answer the question or even looked at him. She needed to figured out what happened although if he didn't talk… She looked at the pocket knife in her hand.