Dean eyed the hand skeptically as Sam shook it and then drew back. "What do you mean, this is 'Torchwood'? What exactly is Torchwood?" Dean asked suspiciously.

Jack shrugged. "Whatever you want it to be, really," he replied reasonably. Dean glared at him for the lack of proper answer.

"Meaning you are a group of hunters?" Sam asked just as reasonably. Jack shrugged again. He didn't seem bothered by the questioning as his team worked on the body.

"Well, I don't know exactly if you would call us hunters, but we look for alien activity and investigate it." He gestured at the body. "This usually means crime scenes, so we're not really 'hunting'," he explained.

He glanced behind him as his team stood up beside the body and the girl called Gwen nodded once towards him. Jack turned back to the boys.

"Right. Nice to meet you, Sam and Dean. No doubt we'll see you around." He nodded and winked at them and then he and his team 'Torchwood' walked out of the crime scene and back to their car, getting in and driving away.

Dean stared after them incredulously and then turned to Sam with a disbelieving look. "What... was that?" he asked rhetorically.

Sam shrugged, having no explanation or reply as he watched the retreating car. Dean sighed harshly. "Well, I just hope we don't see them again," he muttered.

They did.

Not for a while, though; they went back to their motel room for the week and began research after seeing the crime scene. Sam, interested in what the team had said, looked up a 'weevil' but came up with nothing to his disappointment.

Dean, annoyed by what the team had done, tried extra hard in research and looking around, trying to place the kill in a category of a monster. He couldn't.

By the end of the week, both boys were defeated and annoyed. How on earth couldn't they find what did it? They knew practically every supernatural creature; it's habits, it's kills. But they couldn't place this one.

"Call Bobby?" Sam finally suggested, as they both sat on the sofa days later, thinking endlessly. Dean shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess," he replied, resigned. Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled speed-dial for the older hunter.

"What?" answered a gruff voice, making Sam smile at their surrogate father's usual unceremonious greeting.

The young Winchester began to explain about their most recent hunt as the police scanner went off. Dean got up and headed over to the table to listen closely.

"There has been a report of a mutilated body down the alleyway of-" the voice fizzled out for a second, but Dean just managed to catch the address and scribbled it down on a piece of spare paper.

The rest of the report was unimportant, leaving him to switch off the radio and glance over at his brother, who finished the call to Bobby.

"Anything?" Dean asked wearily, frankly almost done with the research. He was more into the action of the hunt.

Sam shook his head. "No other hunters have caught this case either," he added grimly. He exchanged a meaningful look with Dean. Maybe this wasn't their kind of job.

Dean sighed and glanced back at the scanner. "Well, let's check this out, and if it isn't our thing, then we'll head out," he said, throwing the note with the address towards Sam.

He caught it and quickly read off the address, before shrugging and standing up, remarking, "well, we may as well." Dean nodded and they pulled on their jackets, heading out to the scene.

When they got there, the first thing they noticed was the big black car, enormous in comparison to the Impala, that the other team, Torchwood, had used. Dean saw it and swore under his breath.

"Dammit. Those sons of bitches are still here," he grumbled. Sam smiled slightly at Dean's complaints, but felt similar annoyance with the people. They had been frustratingly secret and mysterious.

But Sam was also curious into what the team really did. Their leader, Jack, had said that they kind of hunted, but clearly were not hunters. He had mentioned aliens, too, but both boys had simply chosen to disregard that, not talking about it.

That left the team with a very interesting nature. And, as much as their high-and-mighty play annoyed the Winchesters, they couldn't help but be curious into them.

Sam and Dean got out of their car together, heading into the crime scene to confront this Torchwood team.