I know the original Life with Kylie was just a Criminal Minds Fanfiction but I got bored with the story. I haven't updated that version in more than a year and I don't want to continue it. My writing has improved a lot since I started that story, I think or hope. A friend has been bugging me to continue writing and that's when I came up with that idea for a crossover with Supernatural.

Supernatural has been my greatest and deepest obsession. I recently finished season 9 and have been spending my summer vacation reading Fanfiction. I thought I would continue writing Kylie's story but with a twist.

Hope you enjoy! If you have any comments or notes please review. I want to know what you think. Story starts at Season One of Supernatural (Pilot) and Season Two of Criminal Minds just before episode 11 (Sex, Birth and Death). Read and Review!

Chapter 1: Turned Upside Down

It was a normal day at the BAU. The team had finished a case the day before and was waiting on news of a new one. Meanwhile, the agents decided to catch up on paper work. One Spencer Reid, the youngest agent there, only twenty –five, hadn't noticed his colleague Derek Morgan slip a few of his files into his pile. That was a normal occurrence. Everything about that day was normal until their unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, called Reid to his office.

"I just got a call from Boston PD. Do you know a Sarah Thomas?" Hotch asked the young man. He shook his head. "She was found dead in her motel room in Boston early this morning. They ID'd her by finger prints. She was arrested for theft as a teenager. She has a sixteen year old daughter, Kylie Thomas. The father listed on her birth record is William Reid." One look at Reid and you could see his mind working. "There looks like there was a struggle and Kylie is nowhere to be found. Police found a will that states Kylie is to be left in your custody if anything was to happen to her." Hotch handed Reid a picture of Sarah and her daughter.

"That can't be right." Reid said quietly. He starred at the photo, focusing on Kylie. She had blue eyes and wavy blonde hair that just went past her shoulders. This girl could be my sister, he thought. Sure a birth record said she was but a blood test would make Reid feel a lot better. "I've never met her ever. Why would Sarah leave her to me?"

"Well Sarah knew about you. I made a few calls and convinced the local police to let us come in and help." Reid nodded and Hotch stood up. "Let's go brief the team.

-SPN-

Reid, JJ and Morgan arrived at Sarah Thomas's motel room. Saying there was a sign of a struggle was an understatement. The place was trashed. The lamp of broken and so was the night stand. The bed was flipped over and the contents of her bags were thrown all over the room. Not to mention the blood splatter that stained the carpet and walls.

"Maybe they were looking for something. Her stuff if ruined, nothings in her bag." JJ suggested.

"Yeah but looking for what?" Morgan asked as he took out his phone to call Garcia. "Hey baby girl, tell me you got something."

"This is weird. Sarah Thomas didn't stay in one place very long. She pops up all over the place in credit card charges to mostly motel rooms until a couple of years ago. That's when the trail goes cold. She cleaned out her bank account and that's it."

"What happened two years ago?" Reid asked.

"I was getting there, boy wonder. Kylie, age fourteen, charged with breaking and entering and assault. She probably ran to keep her out of Juvie."

"What did she break into?" Morgan asked.

"Umm…says here she broke into the Wells household. They are successful lawyers. Oh, she didn't steal anything but she gave Mr. Wells a nice black eye, a few cuts and a broken rib. No reason. They had never seen her before. Her and her mom had only been in town a few days."

"Must be a tough kid to do that much damage by herself. Thanks baby girl."

"Over and out." Garcia said as she hung up.

"So where is Kylie now?" JJ asked.

"Motel rooms all over the country?" Morgan questioned. "Sounds like they were running. Kylie could have been taken or maybe she came back and found her mom dead and ran."

-SPN-

I was excited to get back to my mom. I was smiling ear to ear. This was the first time she let me go on a hunt alone. Sure it was only a salt and burn but it was a chance to prove myself. The case was fairly easy. Took about three days. A girl was murdered back in 1986 and she came back to seek revenge against the people that covered it up. She killed one of her murders but I stopped her before she hurt anyone else.

Hopefully she would let me go on more hunts. She's been teaching me everything about hunting. How to make holy water. How to send demons back to hell. How to kill things you wouldn't imagine.

As I turned the corner the motel she was staying was finally in my sight. My smile dissolved. There were police everywhere. I started running. She's fine, I told myself, she's fine. As I got closer to her room I knew something was really wrong. There were floods of cops coming in and out of her room. "No no no no no." I whispered. I ran past the officers as they tried to stop me and got into the room.

"Mom?" I called. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the room. Everything was broken and bloody. Hands gripped my arms pulling me back. "Let me go!" I fought back. "Get your hands off me. Where is she?"

"It's okay. Let her go." Someone said. There were three people in the room I hadn't noticed. A black man, tall and muscular. A woman, blonde haired and blue eyed. And a skinny man with glasses. "Kylie, right?"

"Depends on who's asking." I answered my voice shaky.

"I'm Agent Morgan. This is Agent Jareau and Agent Reid."

"Where's my mom?" I asked again.

"Sweetheart," Agent Jareau spoke softly, "I'm very sorry but your mom is gone." I felt my knees shake but I kept standing.

"Gone? Like dead?" My voice cracked. "She can't be dead! I spoke to her yesterday."

"They identified her this morning. I'm sorry but we should get you back to the police station."

"No, you're a fed," I stepped back. "I'm not going anywhere with you." My mind was racing. They killed her. They killed her. On the floor was the box where the bullets were. They're gone. Damnit! No matter how hard I tried I couldn't fight back the tears.

"We need to get you back to the police station." She said again.

"No thanks princess." I wiped my face. I have to get out of here. If they come back I'm screwed. Plus, if they figure out I'm wanted, I'm taking a one way trip to Juvie. Come on Kylie, think. You have to get out of here. You can grieve later. That's when it hit me. "I want to see the body.

"Honey, you don't need to see her like that."

"Don't call me sweetheart or honey. I want to see my mom" I demanded. She looked toward Agent Reid.

"Hotch is there right now. I could take her." He nodded. That doesn't make any sense. He's too young to be in charge? Why are they looking to him? I guess that doesn't really matter because soon I'd be long gone.

About twenty minutes later I was walking into the morgue. There was another man there who I assumed was Hotch. Another fed, great. "Kylie this is Agent Hotchner." I pulled down the white sheet, ignoring the agents. There she was. Cold and blue. Cuts and bruises. She fought back. I looked away as tears finally fell.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I should have been there." A hand touched my arm.

"I'm very sorry." Agent Jareau told me. "Do you want a couple more minutes?"

"No." I answered. "Where are you taking me?"

"We'll head back to the station and take things from there, okay." I nodded and followed them out making sure I stayed behind. I was starting to panic. We were almost at the car but that's when I saw it. At the back of the building was a fence that led to an alleyway. Agents Jareau and Hotchner had their backs to me so I bolted.

"Hotch!" She yelled. I turned slightly and saw they were chasing me but I had a head start. "Kylie stop!" I reached the fence and jumped. I pulled myself up, swung my legs over and let go. Sadly, I landed on my hip and not my feet.

"Shit!" I swore. Quickly, I got up and continued to run the best I could. The agents were running back to their car so I knew I had some time. Once I got to the busy streets I dodged inside a store. I grabbed a hoody, a plain white tee, sweat pants and a pair of sunglasses. I went to the bathroom and ripped the tags off. I changed clothes and stuffed mine into the trash. Then calmly left the store without anyone noticing.

Once on the busy streets again I hoped I would blend in but the place had cops searching the streets. I kept my hood up and head down. I walked. Eventually, I saw them across the street; the FBI agents. Of course now there were two more I hadn't met. A man, older than the rest and a woman, with black hair. I crossed the street and ducked in an alley so I could hear what they were saying.

"It's been an hour and we still can't find her." Agent Morgan said.

"What made her run?" The older man asked. "Does she know about Reid?" Reid, the young geeky agent at the motel? What about him?

"No, I didn't say anything. Maybe she already knew." Agent Jareau wondered.

"I don't think so." Morgan said. "They travelled around the country since she was a toddler. Cities to small towns; there's no pattern. What kind of mother does that?" I clenched my fists. My mother was the best.

"A scared one." The black haired woman said. "They were defiantly running from someone. Kylie must know who killed her mom." If they only knew.

"Agents," I heard another man say, "They found her clothes stuffed in a trash can in a store not far from where she was last seen. We're pulling footage from the store now."

"She switched clothes. Smart kid and resourceful." I smirked. You have no idea.