This is something I wrote a while ago, when I started watching Torchwood again

I thought that the two teams sounded familiar, so I thought I'd put them together

This might be a one-shot but I also might carry it on, so I don't know about that yet

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or Torchwood, obviously

Please review!

Sam and Dean got out of the Impala and showed their fake FBI IDs to the police that stood in front of the crime scene. They were allowed to enter and they walked to the middle of the clearing where the body lay.

"Freaking idiots," Dean muttered to his younger brother as they stared down at the half-mutilated man. "It's obvious the attacker wasn't bloody human!" Sam just shook his head to himself in despair of the people who didn't know any better than to assume it was something humane. He studied the mangled corpse for clues as to what the murdered was.

"Looks like a… chupracabra, maybe?" He suggested to his brother. Dean wrinkled his nose at the smell of rotting meat and glanced around as he nodded thoughtfully in agreement.

"Maybe…" he mused, then looked back at Sam. "Or could be a wendigo, or even a violent spirit," he added. Sam gave him a half-skeptical look - his point had made more sense - but accepted the possibilities.

Suddenly there was the sound of approaching tyres and a big black car drew up close to the murder scene. The doors opened and four people got out. They walked under the crime tape and towards the body without any questions asked. Sam and Dean exchanged a look; who the hell were these people?

They reached the brothers and the tall guy who was clad in a military coat in front, and seemed to be in charge, eyed the boys. "Who are you?" His voice was American; evidently he was residential.

"Could ask you the same," Dean retorted as Sam showed his FBI pass. The man studied it for a second, then grinned.

"That's fake," he stated, then turned away before they could protest. He knelt next to the body where his comrades were already studying it and they had a muted conversation that the Winchesters didn't really hear; the boys just exchanged incredulous looks as the team worked. Then one of the women stood, glanced questioningly at Sam and Dean, who were staring at them, then talked to the main guy.

"Pretty sure it's a weevil. Possibly a chupracabra, but more probably a wendigo than that. But a weevil's our best choice," she informed him in her Welsh accent. The guy nodded once, then turned back to the hunters, who were staring at the Welsh girl in disbelief.

"Guess you guys got the same answers - although probably not the weevil bit. That's maybe too far for you," he said matter-of-factly.

Dean regained his mind and replied slightly harshly "So… you're a group of hunters?" Staring at the team. The other woman that hadn't spoken frowned inquisitively.

"'Hunters'?" She clarified - she was British, unlike the other two members that had spoken. "I guess you're not talking about the usual kind." The main guy shook his head at the girl's words, smiling as he glanced at her.

"Nope. Supernatural hunters, Toshiko," he told her. She looked quite interested in this, but the other guy who was the only one that hadn't spoken yet interrupted any further comments.

"Definitely a weevil, Jack," he announced; he was British too. 'Jack' - the main guy - nodded and addressed the now only nameless woman.

"Check it out, Gwen," he told her, then turned back to the boys again.

"A what, now?" Dean inquired incredulously.

Toshiko answered; "a weevil," as if it was an obvious point. Then, as an afterthought, added "who are you guys?"

Jack raised an eyebrow at them and Sam said shortly "We're Sam and Dean Winchester and we're hunters." His older brother glared at him.

"Jeez, thanks, Sammy. Did it not occur to you to lie?" He told the younger boy sarcastically. Sam just shrugged. Jack grinned and held out a hand.

"Hello, 'Sam and Dean', I'm Captain Jack Harkness and this… is Torchwood."