This crossover is unrelated to the Hetalia/Supernatural I made a while back.

"Screw you, Mattie!"

"It's not my fault that you're bad at Mario Kart, Alfred."

"I swear, you cheated." America pouted while tossing the controller on the chair.

"I did not cheat, you just kept getting hit by green shells." Canada stood up and stretched.

"They came out of nowhere!"

"Sure they did. Hey, it's getting late, and we have a meeting in the morning."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for a sleepover?" Alfred asked.

"I have to take care of Kuma-Kumaroji?" Canada groaned. "I forgot again" America chuckled.

"Well, okay, you do that. Thanks for coming over again, I had fun."

Canada put on his jacket. "Me too. Goodnight, Alfred. I'll see you tomorrow." He opened the door, then remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot, don't forget those documents for tomorrow. Okay, I'll leave now, goodnight."

"See ya later, Matt." Canada closed the door behind him and walked towards his car. He was about to open the door to his car when he saw a woman under a street lamp. She had long, curly, fiery red hair and wore a dark blue dress that touched the ground. Canada's curiosity got the better of him and he walked up to her. "Miss, are you okay?" The woman turned around and smiled sweetly.

"Oh hello, I'm sorry but I seemed to lost my way. I'm visiting my mother who recently moved here, I took a taxi but I was dropped off at the wrong address. Do you think you could help me?" She asked in a Scottish accent. She's one of Scotland's people. But she has a weird vibe coming off her, Canada thought.

"Oh, I would be glad to help. Would you like a ride? It's quite cold tonight." It's probably nothing.

"Oh no, that's fine, my mother's house is quite near here actually, I just can't find it," she explained.

"Okay, um, I can show you around and we can see if we can find it," Canada suggested.

"Oh, you're too sweet, m'dear. I have to give you something." She shuffled through her purse.

"No that's okay, I just want to help."

"No, no, I insist! You're helping me, so in return I'll give you something back."

"You don't have to…" Suddenly he was being handed something.

"I insist." She took his hand and put something in his hand, it was a small, brown bag. He was about to question it when he felt pain shoot throughout his body.

Through the pain he groaned, "W-what did you do to me?" He fell to the ground clutching his torso.

"Oh, darling, it's only a hex bag, it'll pass." She crouched down. "Although it would be best if you just pass out first." Canada felt the pain overpower him, but then he finally realized what the weird vibe was; she's a witch. The next minute he passed out on the cold cement. She stood up and saw the car, more specifically a limousine, she was waiting for, it stopped and a man came out. "What took you so long, Fergus?"

"It's Crowley, and there was traffic."

"Bloody traffic? Your excuse is traffic?"

"That's not important right now, what is important is that we have a passed out country and we need to kidnap him. Now help me get him in the backseat, mother." Rowena scoffed but helped anyway. I mean, he doesn't look heavy, Rowena thought. Once they put him in the backseat they heard someone shout.

"Hey! What are you doing to him?!" America ran towards Canada's kidnappers.

"Get in the car," Crowley demanded. As fast as they could they got in the car. Suddenly, it jerked forward and sped off on the road. America tried running after them, but unfortunately he wasn't fast enough. He slowed down to a stop when he realized he couldn't catch up to them. Fear, worry, and anger ran through his body.

"Matt!"

"Mattie!"

It was quiet in the bunker at ten o'clock in the morning, except for the sound of fingers hitting a keyboard on the computer. Sam was deep into finding a case, they haven't had one for a good two weeks.

These monsters have been behaving lately. I wonder what's up? Sam thought. Suddenly he found an article from two days ago, he clicked on the link and read through it. Then Sam heard Dean's footsteps coming from the kitchen to the table he was sitting at.

"Have you found a case yet?" Dean asked Sam while opening a beer.

"Maybe, this article says that a man by the name of Matthew Williams was kidnapped the other night by two people in Washington, DC."

"Doesn't sound like us."

"I know, but get this, this guy's twin brother was there, he tried catching the kidnappers. He gave a full description of them, too."

"Let me guess, they were two old people that are obsessed with Christmas, when in reality they're Pagan gods that need a human sacrifice."

"No, actually it was a woman with red hair and a blue dress. The other one was a man in a dark suit, he was short and, I quote, "chubby." Know anyone with that description, Dean?"

"Crowley and Rowena isn't it?"

"Yup." Sam turned the computer around. "This is what our missing guy looks like."

"He doesn't look that old," Dean commented.

"Well, it says here that he's part of the Canadian government. His brother said he was visiting for a meeting they were supposed to have."

"Wait, isn't he a little too young to be working in the government?"

"He might be older than he looks." Sam closed the laptop. "Do you think we should take this case?"

"Sam, Crowley and Rowena kidnapped someone for something, and that something isn't good. Pack your stuff, we're goin' to DC." Dean finished his beer and left to start packing, Sam did the same, he packed the FBI suits and any weapons needed.

In a day of going to crappy restaurants and listening to Dean's playlist on the road, they finally made it to a run-down motel in Washington, DC. Sam and Dean plopped their stuff on the dusty beds and discussed in what was going to happen.

"Okay, so we're going to this guys house tomorrow, we're going to question him, find his twin, and beat the shit out of Crowley and Rowena."

"I don't about beating them up, Dean. Do you think we should call Cas for this one?"

"Well, if it involves Crowley and Rowena, I guess, I mean, a little extra help wouldn't hurt." Dean took his duffle bag off the bed, he slid his jacket off as well as his overshirt, then he laid on his bed. "But right now," he said before he passed out, "I want to get in at least two hours tonight."

"Okay, goodnight, Dean," Sam said, after he turned the light off he couldn't help but thinking about the missing person and why Crowley would want kidnap them. Maybe Crowley wants to get our attention? Nah, he would have just called us. Maybe the kid did something wrong that pissed off Crowley. Or maybe- Dean's snore interrupted his thoughts. Or maybe the kid was possessed and Crowley wanted to punish the demon possessing him. Sam's thoughts tired him out and he finally fell asleep.

The next morning, the two brothers dressed in their suits and got in their beloved Impala. They drove to the place where it all happened.

"You got the badges, Sammy?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, you gonna call Cas or should I?"

"Yeah, well, I was thinking that we should call him later, when we-" At the very moment they both heard a fwomp.

"Hello, Dean," Castiel said in his usual deep and raspy voice. Dean and Sam jumped slightly and looked at the backseat where Cas was sitting.

"Goddamn it, Cas! I was gonna call you," Dean exclaimed.

"Sorry," Cas muttered.

"Hey, Cas, so you think you could help us with this case?" Sam asked Castiel.

"Of course, what is it?"

"Crowley and Rowena, they kidnapped a man, or a teen, I don't know, but they did it for a reason. And right now we're gonna question his brother on what happened that night. Although," Dean looked at Cas with an apologetic expression and smiled, "we may need you later, I think we can question him on our own."

"That is fine, Dean, I understand," Castiel said with a straight face.

"We'll call you, okay?" Sam said. Cas nodded and disappeared the same way he appeared. Dean opened his car door and slammed it shut. Sam did the same, except he closed it gently unlike Dean. The false FBI agents walked up to the house, rang the doorbell and waited. They heard the door lock click, and it opened to show a blonde haired, blue-eyed man. He had dark bags under his eyes, showing that he hadn't slept in days, his hair was disheveled and his glasses were stuck in his hair. He was squinting, showing that he hadn't seen the sun in a while. He attempted to smile at Sam and Dean while getting his glasses out of his hair.

"What can I do for you two gentlemen today?" He asked while putting on his glasses.

"Hello, we're from the FBI, we came here to-" Sam was cut off by the man.

"Did you find him?!" He exclaimed, finally looking awake.

"No, not yet," Dean said, "we were actually going to ask more questions about that night."

"Oh." He looked down for a moment l, then back up with a confused expression. "But I told you everything I know. Hold on, wait…" He looked at Sam and Dean suspiciously. "I don't see you at work. Let me see your badges." He extended his arm. Oh shit. Dean thought, he and Sam gave their badges to him and he took them. He observed them and said, "These are fake."

"Um…" Dean laughed nervously. "What do you mean? They're not fake"

"You're serious? I work for the American government, I know who works for the FBI. I can tell when a badge is fake." He handed them back. "This is an extremely serious matter, my brother is kidnapped, I could have you two arrested."

"Wait, we can explain!" Sam exclaimed. "We can help you find your brother." The other man scoffed.

"Yeah, right. Now get off my property before I call the police." Before he closed the door Dean stopped him.

"We know who kidnapped him."