A/N: I own nothing about Supernatural or X Files for the matter. But I love both shows so I'mma borrow it!

No summary, it's a crossover and I don't wanna give away my idea in the summary. Curious?? Please take a few minutes to read. Hope you enjoy it!

Chap 1: Dark alleys, surprises and FBI agents.

Dean came running down the street, he had parked his Impala a few streets away, now those streets seemed to be a lot more.
His breathing was heavy, he was running fast, maybe faster than he usually did in gigs. The streets were wet even though there hadn't been rain, in some cities, the streets always seemed wet for some reason. The night had come and it was cold. Dean caught himself avoiding the light poles, running through the shadows, using them as a mean to try and hide. His lungs were requiring more air than Dean was able to breath. The freezing air was cutting the skin on his face harshly as he ran non stop. On his tale, was a tall man, who had light blue eyes and short hair, he was chasing Dean with the same speed. His long legs, maybe as long as Sam's, gave him an advantage over Dean. He was well trained too. The man had a gun and somehow he knew he was Dean Winchester.

Dean had been previously walking on the street, pretending to be someone else as usual, to get information on the gig his was working on with his brother, he had grabbed his phone to give Sam a call, to update him on what he had found out as he made his way back to the car, when this tall men spotted him and suddenly shouted his full name. He looked impressed, as if he wasn't expecting to just bump into Dean on the street like that. The tall man pulled out a gun which was enough for Dean to run. It was past evening and the sunlight was gone. The man had shouted something else, Dean misheard the man, it didn't matter anyway. If a man carrying a gun knew his full and real name, that was all he needed to know, he had to run away. It was surely bad news.

The man started chasing Dean, still shouting something, perhaps asking for him to stop running, Dean ignored, he was focusing his own thoughts. He had to make it to the Impala, the car was close, he just needed to keep his speed for a little bit longer. The tall man's steps got closer though, Dean could almost make sense out of what the man was shouting. Inside his head, he was calling the insistent man all possible names he had in his vocabulary, which included: stubborn asshole, jerk, mother fucker and others.

Dean was almost to his car, a tiny breeze of hope brushed through him. His baby always meant hope, a slight smile actually formed on his lips. This feeling, as praxis, was gone as fast as it came. As Dean passed through a dark alley, he felt a prick on his neck. His legs stopped right away, not because Dean wanted, it was involuntary. His legs went jelly all of a sudden, he hadn't seen where the damn thing on his neck came from, all he saw were a pair of green shining eyes in the dark alley, and the tall man who was chasing him, collapsing on the floor a few feet behind, which made obvious, the tall man hadn't been responsible for whatever was injected through his neck. Then it was Dean's turn to collapse, his sight got dark and there was nothing else to do except...

"Fuck". Curse his misfortune. So much for his great run away.

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Somewhere in Nevada:

"Crash Here Motel" 5.00 A.M

Scully hadn't slept all night, the crappy motel wasn't really the kind of accommodation for an FBI agent. But that hadn't been the reason why she lost her sleep. Her unpredictable partner, had once again, left her behind with the boring work.
"I'm just gonna ask around." He had said, at more or less 7 P.M. of the day before. Since then she hadn't been able to reach him on his cell phone.
They had been assigned for a case, a case Mulder wasn't thrilled about. Two crazy brothers with the skill to disappear leaving no traces wasn't exactly an x file, or not the kind of x file Mulder felt like investigating. Agent Hendrickson had been removed from their case after losing the boys twice. Once in the bank, when it was apparently impossible for them to run away. Then from prison, same thing. The case had been passed to Mulder and Scully.

Scully checked all the recent crimes in which the Winchester boys had been involved.
For some odd reason, some people usually got killed, others were saved and odd situations seemed to cease after the boys got involved. Their involvement with these odd situations, apparently supernatural was the reason why they had been assigned for the case. The boys were to be considered dangerous.
If the boys left no traces behind, Scully began to wonder just how and when they were going to get a recent clue on them or their whereabouts.

She was dialing her partner's number again, when she heard knocks on the door.
She checked her clock, it was five fifteen a.m. Scully was still dressed in her working clothes. Her partner had the keys to the room so obviously that wasn't him.
"Who is it?" She asked grabbing her gun immediately. No one answered. If that was Mulder playing around at 5 a.m. he would be in serious trouble. Scully was a short woman, but more threatening than she looked for sure.
The answer didn't come, even though the person knocked again on the door.

"Who is it?" She asked again, now annoyed. Again no one answered, but kept on knocking.

"Shit". Scully whispered, she positioned her gun and walked slowly to the door.
Her hands touched the doorknob shaky. She unlocked the door and opened it fast, already aiming her gun to whoever was on the door.

Her eyes went wide opened in disbelief, when she saw herself face to face to the very Samuel Winchester, one of the brothers they were looking for, also holding a gun aimed to her. He looked young, she had seen his photo, but through pictures, she hadn't realized the so dangerous man was so young. He was aiming the gun at her and at the same time, his eyes were apologetic, as if it was the only way he had found to do what he was doing.

"We need to talk". He said lowering the arm in which he held the gun, showing her he meant no harm.

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Some hours later:

Dean started to feel his body again, his ass was sore for some reason, kinda numb, so were his arms. Slowly his mind recalled the last things that had happened. He touched his neck, the little thing that had knocked him out had left a little sting mark.
"Son of a bitch". He said looking at the alley. There was some sunlight and the place wasn't as dark anymore. Whatever had been in that alley, whatever those green eyes were, they were no longer there. He had to talk to Sam. Why was he even in the alley? Dean frowned at the thought.

"Hey". He heard a hoarse voice . Dean clenched his jaw not believing his luck. It was the story of his life.
"Right". He said to himself almost wishing he hadn't woken up. He was in the alley, because he was running away from the man behind him. Dean tried standing up quickly to complete his run, the Impala was still close.
He realized he couldn't run, his legs were not working properly, besides, the sound of a gun being aimed at him didn't give him much of a choice. He had his own of course, the tall man had just been faster to grab his and aim first.

"Don't even think about". The man said, trying with much effort to get up. His legs were numb too.
"On your knees". The man said. Dean didn't complain, his body was too heavy to stand up anyway.

"How about some breakfast first?" Dean asked, as he got to his knees as the man asked. He could feel his gun in the back of his pants. For a moment he tried calculating if he'd have the time to reach it, but he had no idea about the man's skills with the gun. As far as he was concerned, he could be bleeding on that dirty street before he could have his chance to take over the tall man. Dean trusted his own skill, he didn't trust the man.

"Hendrickson said you were a smart ass. He has no sense of humor though, and his jokes suck". The tall man said. Dean closed his eyes in disbelief. By now Dean knew what the man was, it didn't hurt to ask, deep down he wished he was wrong.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean finally asked looking behind his shoulder to get a good look at the man.
"I'm special agent Mulder. FBI". Dean let out a scoff.
"Great". He whispered to himself. Another FBI agent on his tale, that was all he needed.
He checked Dean for weapons. And found some without a doubt, he took the weapons and threw them away from his reach, Mulder also grabbed Dean's cell phone and put it in his pocket.

"So you know Hendrickson?" Dean tried making conversation to find out what he could about the man.

"He was removed from your case after losing you and your brother twice. I was assigned to it. I must say, the bank and prison escape were really amazing". Mulder said as he grabbed Dean hands and cuffed them behind his back.

"Well, Hendrickson is an idiot". Dean said. He saw the man checking his own sting mark. Could that be an advantage for him?
"Can't disagree on that one… Damn" Mulder said. " Where the hell did this come from?"
"If you're aware of my case as I think you are, you know I can find out where that came from". Dean said grinning, he really could.
"I'm sure you can, and believe me, I'm a curious man, but right now I just wanna get the hell outta here, so we can have a little chat". Mulder said helping Dean to his feet. He noticed Mulder wasn't exactly like the other FBI agents he had met before, something about him was exceptional.

"So what now? Some tea, cookies and gossip?" Dean asked bored.
"Something like that, though I'm a coffee man". Mulder grabbed his cell phone and dialed Scully's number as he walked Dean through the street, Mulder had parked his own car nearby where he had spotted Dean. "You know, I'm intrigued Mr. Winchester, at first I wasn't really interested in this case, but after checking it better, you and your brother got yourselves in some odd situations". Mulder spoke while Scully's phone rang, no one answered. "Situations that could put you in a straight jacket". He concluded putting his phone back in his pocket. He'd try later.

"It's difficult when you're sure no one will believe you, then you have to make up a story for them to believe, then they find out the truth and you're screwed because people would believe a lie easier". Dean had no idea where that statement had come from or even why he had said so. Instead of shoving him forward and giving him a weird look, Mulder simply smiled at his statement and kept walking normally and calmly.

"You don't seem surprised". Mulder's reaction was odd even to him.
"I'm not. I've been assigned to your case for a reason". Mulder was actually quite amused with the young man.
"What would this reason be?" He was definitely no regular FBI agent. Dean asked the question as they reached a motel, not just any motel, the motel where he and Sam had checked themselves in.

"This is the motel where..." Dean started saying, but stopped when he realized what he was about to say. What was up with that man?? He knew better than to just give up Sam's whereabouts. "Where a chick brought me last night". Dean tried fixing it.

"A chick named Samuel Winchester?" Mulder could understand loyalty between brothers. Scully and he had about the same loyalty to each other.

"No. And it's Sam." Dean said, but he knew that had no more fixing.

"Which room?" He wanted to check his own room and see if Scully was there but, getting both Winchesters was just a miracle accordingly to what he read.

"I don't remember". Dean displayed a grin.
"I'm a believer Dean. You won't need to make up lies with me. Which room?"
"I seem to be having a little memory problem". Something inside Dean said this man was in fact a believer, one in one million, but trusting people, mainly giving in his brother, just wasn't what Dean had learned from his father.

"Fine. We'll go inside my room, my partner should be here, I'll ask her to talk to the motels manager and we'll search room by room, it's not really pleasant cause we disturb people, they get angry at us, but if Sam's here, we'll find him".

"Well then knock yourself out". Dean didn't budge. Mulder smiled back.
"You use sarcasm all the time?"
"You ask obvious questions all the time?"
"Good one." He searched for the room's key and opened the door bringing Dean inside as well.

"Scully??" He asked for her. The room wasn't really very big. It was no more than two single beds, a tv, a shower and a fridge in one of the corners. The place was dark, the window were closed, the lights were off and Scully didn't seem to be there at all.

"I'm afraid she's not here Mr. Mulder". A voice spoke through darkness. Mulder switched the lights on. Sitting on one of the beds, was a man Mulder was very acquainted with. Alex Krycek. In one of his hands he had a gun.

"Sam". Dean's voice came out more scared than he wished it had. Alex's gun was pointed to Sam, who was kneeled on the floor by his side with his hands tied behind his back, and a bleeding wound on his forehead.

TBC..

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