Then~

For the past four years, the world has come to know me as Spencer Reid. However, that life is a lie.

When I was two years old, I lost my mother in a house fire- or what the public would believe was a house fire. In reality, it was demons or a demon really. Anyways, the event changed the life of my family that now consists of me, my dad, and my two brothers.

Dean was the oldest by two years. He was always looking out for me and our little brother, Sam. Sam was just six months old at the time.

After mom was murdered, dad began to learn the ways of the hunter. Killing off whatever he could and in turn teaching it all to his three sons. At first only Dean knew since he saw and could remember that night's events but soon enough I had figured it out and Sammy was the only one left out. Eventually, he learned the secrets too. Dad was always saying that we were too smart for our own good.

Sure there had been times, more so when we were little and more apt to getting hurt or in the way that we would be shipped off to someone's house. In those cases it was usually Pastor Jims or cranky Bobby Singers. Although I rather liked Bobby- he always had something new to read or was bitchin' and complain' about something- his place was the closest thing to a home we had.

Anyways, as we grew older, we were taken out on more and more hunting trips which meant more and more crappy motels where we rarely had our own beds. We were often left at places that were at least somewhat close to a school and dad trusted that we would go- not that he'd ever find out if we didn't. I always thought that he did that just because that's what he figured mom would have wanted.

During these trips, Dean would take care of us- make sure we were clean, fed, and safe. When I was around eight, I started to realize that he would stay up as long as he possibly could just to make sure Sam and me were safe- he was only ten. He was what a big brother should have been and more. And yet he idolized dad.

When he graduated, he became a full term hunter leaving every trip to go off with dad, leaving Sammy and me to ourselves. I had taken over the role of overprotective big brother.

Neither I nor Sam had agreed with the life that had been chosen for us. I can't say much for him but I often wondered what a normal life was like- but I would never know.

I was always good at school- actually, I was blessed with knowledge. I had even graduated before Dean. My eidetic memory helped a lot with this. On days when Dean and Sam were stuck in school, I was forced to stay at the local library to look things up for dad- which I guess, in hindsight, wasn't all too bad either because I could read whatever I wanted when I wasn't doing his research.

It was never really enough for him though- he didn't so much as care about brains as he did bronze. I was never a physically active person.

I waited until I was eighteen before I finally fulfilled my own dreams of continuing onto college. I was at a legal age now to move out and do things on my own.

Dad of course didn't like that much but there wasn't anything he could have done to stop me and I felt guilty for leaving Sam like that but it had been now or never. We had had many arguments leading up to the big fight which brought about my final decision to leave.

I can recall packing the few things I had while dad tried to apologize for whatever we were fighting about that night. Sam was at the high school's football game- that had been one of the better schools we stayed near- and Dean was trying to defuse the situation between us. When I had all my things, I went storming out the motel doors, sure that thing like that had happened here before. I was straight to the nearest bus station and leaving for good.

"Fine, Spencer, abandon your family," dad was shouting from the doorway, "But don't you ever come back." I was never really disrespect full towards dad but I had had enough so I bent my arm so it was angled toward him and gave him the bird. I could hear Dean trying to calm dad down but I made my choice.

I was halfway down the block when I could hear to soft pant from Dean as he jogged up behind me and tried his luck to get me to stay. Like I said, it was now or never and I was leaving. I felt pity for him that he still tried to please dad like that but nothing was ever good enough to please him. It was three blocks after that that he finally gave up and turned to go back.

Soon enough I was on a bus headed for Cal-Tech without a penny to my name. I'll give my dad one thing, he was a good teacher. I was able to pick-pocket enough money that I made the whole trip and a nice suit for an interview. I started anew there I change my name from Spencer Winchester to Spencer Reid. My dream was to work with the FBI which dad just so happened to despise, but that wasn't why I was interested.

The human mind was something that always interested me and I always wanted to help people so I decided then and there that, in that first interview, that my goal was the Behavioral Analysis Unit.

I can remember Sam talking about wanting to get out of hunting too and look in to law school. Sometimes I wonder if he made it there and for his sake, I hope he did.

That night that I left was the last time I had seen or even talked to my family.

Cal Tech was a new and amazing experience. It was simple for me, I easily excelled in all my classes and soon enough I was a Doctor. I was 21 and a Doctor.

In 2003, FBI profiler, Jason Gideon was a guest speaker and it was my chance to finish the rest of my dream. Before he left, I took my chance to introduce myself. The next thing I knew, he was giving me a business card and offering me a job at the BAU.

It was nearly a week later that I was being welcomed by the team.

The team- my team- knew me as Doctor Spencer Reid, kid genius that had an IQ of 187, could read 20,000 words per minute, and had an eidetic memory; not as the rookie that grew up hunting demons with his dad and two brothers or the kid that constantly moved around from cheap motel to cheap motel for a living. They knew me as the socially awkward nerd that didn't like to talk about his family or his past. Not that they would have believed it anyways. They believed the lie that my life had become- and I was okay with that.

I had gotten to 'enjoy' my job for just under two years when I found myself being pulled back into the life I had sworn I had left behind.

This is where my story begins.

A/N: This disclaimer will go for all chapters, I do not own Criminal Minds or Supernatural or anything else you might recognize. Let me know what you think, I hope to update this weekly or biweekly depending on my schedule but I'll do my best. Also let me know if you have a better idea for the title.