Hello hello! My name is Kitty, although I do go by D.A. ('cause of my penname) and I would like to welcome myself to the Supernatural/Criminal Minds crossover section! This is set in season 3 for both shows; Supernatural is post Jus In Bello and CM is post Penelope.

Just to clarify, this is the first in a new 'verse called Blood Ties.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or Supernatural. They belong to CBS and the CW respectively, as well as the people affiliated with those networks and the shows.

SPN~CM

"Sorry I'm late," Reid said as he fairly ran into the conference room. The rest of the team watched with mixed amusement and sympathy as their youngest team member got settled in.

"Overslept?" Prentiss asked teasingly, Reid flushing slightly as he sent a quick rueful grin her way as his answer.

"We're just glad you're here. Let's get started," Hotch said briskly, turning to face J.J. She nodded her acknowledgement before pressing the button on her remote to bring up the photos of their latest case.

"Jay Oliver, Lucy Brennan, and Shane O'Hara," she began, their smiling pictures appearing on the screen. "They're high school seniors killed over the past 3 weeks. The police department in Thomastown, Ohio is convinced they're dealing with a serial killer. Lucy Brennan's body was the first to be found." J.J. clicked the button to show Lucy's crime scene photos.

"The positioning of her body is significant," Reid remarked as he noted the fetal position she had been placed in. "Like the unsub wanted to show his dominance over Lucy by portraying her as weak and defenseless."

"What was cause of death?" Morgan asked, as it wasn't very clear where her injuries were with her body positioned that way.

"Official C.O.D was exsanguination. She had numerous cuts on her arms and on the inside of her legs. Same thing for Jay Oliver and Shane O'Hara," J.J. answered. Jay and Oliver's crime scene photos appeared next to Lucy's. The positioning of their bodies was almost identical to Lucy's.

"There's something else," J.J. added. The pictures on the screen disappeared only to be replaced by other photos.

"Is that…blood?" Garcia asked slowly, almost afraid of the answer she was going to get.

"The unsub wrote a suicide note for each of the victims on the walls using their own blood," Rossi said thoughtfully.

"'I'm sorry. I can't live like this anymore. It's all their fault'," Reid read from the screen. "The unsub's going through a lot of trouble to make these killings look like a specific suicide."

"Garcia, can you check for recent suicides in Thomastown going back 5 years? Look for ones with these specific details," Hotch asked her.

"On it," she bobbed her head once before grabbing her laptop and walking out the door.

"We might be looking for an angry relative or friend of a suicide victim. We should head to Ohio as soon as possible. Wheels up in 30," and with that Hotch dismissed everyone.

Reid was just grabbing the case files and stuffing them into his bag when his cell rang, blaring out ACDC's Back in Black. Prentiss and Morgan, who were the only other ones left in the conference room, looked at him incredulously. Reid flushed bright red while scrambling to grab his cell, mentally cursing the day Dean had stolen his phone to program it to play that song whenever he called.

"Hello?" he said rather breathlessly.

"Not interrupting anything am I?" Dean asked. Reid could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"You just caught me off guard with that ringtone. Never should've let you play with my phone," he muttered, walking away quickly before either of his teammates could ask who he was talking to. It probably wouldn't be a good thing to let on that he was talking to an ex-fugitive from the FBI who was now reportedly dead.

"You know you can't resist the awesomeness of my taste in music," Dean said, causing Reid to roll his eyes.

"You're such a narcissist," he replied, trying and failing to keep the smile off his face. Reid grabbed his go-bag from underneath his desk and headed for the elevators, watching with at first surprise then dismay as he realized that both Prentiss and Morgan would be riding in the same elevator as him. He would have to be careful with his conversation with Dean.

"So how you been?"

"Hmm? Oh fine, fine," Reid said distractedly.

"Really? So you haven't been staying up all night for weeks trying to find me a way out of the deal?"

"…No," Reid winced, the lie sounding very fake even to his ears.

"Bullshit," Dean called his lie easily. A surge of irritation overcame Reid at Dean's carefree attitude. Did he not care that in a few months he would be dragged down to Hell if they didn't find a way to stop the deal?

"Well what did you expect me to do? Just sit around doing nothing?" Reid snapped, ignoring the looks Morgan and Prentiss were throwing his way.

"It's what I want you to do Spence. I don't want to see you kill yourself trying to find a way to save me. It's bad enough that I have to watch Sam and Bobby work themselves to death to save me," Dean growled. Reid heard him stop and take a deep breath. He paused.

"It's not like I deserve it." Dean whispered. For a second, Reid's blood ran cold at the meaning behind the words before the anger surged in him.

"Stop it," Reid said coldly.

"Stop what?"

"Feeling sorry for yourself. We're going to try and do whatever it takes, whether you want the help or not. Because in case you've forgotten, we're like family. And if that means a lot of work for nothing, then so be it. At least we tried," Reid's voice dropped down to a whisper at that last sentence. There was a lengthy pause during which Reid could feel Prentiss's and Morgan's questioning gazes.

"Well, at least you're in a healthier state of mind than Sam," Dean's voice came out gruffer than before. "He's convinced that he's going to find the answer at the last minute, and I don't have the heart to tell him that it's hopeless. Don't get me wrong, I haven't given up. I'm still hoping to have Lillith's head on a plate soon. But my time's running out, and we're no closer to a solution than we were about 9 months ago."

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Reid walked out of there as fast as he could in order to get some distance from his teammates. He only hoped that he could head off their questions for as long as possible.

"We're not giving up on you Dean," Reid said gently, once he was out of earshot. "Maybe Sam's right and we'll find a solution at the last minute. Just…don't give up hope. Please?"

"…I can just imagine you using those puppy eyes on me right now. You're as bad as Sam," Dean chuckled. Reid smiled to himself. As long as Dean lived, there would still be hope for him and for them.

"I learned that from him, so if you're going to blame anyone it should be Sammy," he said.

Dean laughed before sighing quietly. "Thanks Spence."

"For what?"

"Nothing. Everything. I don't know. Just thanks for being…you, I guess."

"Well it's not like I can be anyone else. But you're welcome. I have to go. We have a new case to work on."

"Get to work Poindexter. Call if you need anything."

"I will. Same goes to you."

"'Bye."

"See ya."

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Dean snapped his phone shut and slipped it back into his pocket. Leaning back on the hood of the Impala, he chuckled to himself.

"Care to share with the rest of the class?" Sam asked wryly as he walked towards him. Snagging a candy bar out of the bag in Sam's hand, Dean made his way to the driver's seat.

"Just Poindexter being his brutally honest self. Kinda funny actually."

"You called Spence? How's he doing?" Sam asked curiously, munching his way through a granola bar.

"As fine as can be expected. He's working a case with his team right now. Says 'hi'," Dean summarized; no need for Sammy to know the details of their conversation.

"That's good," Sam smiled wistfully, no doubt remembering past times with Spencer.

"So any new nasties to hunt?" Dean asked, pulling Sam out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, I think I found one," he said, opening his laptop. "Three teens killed in the past three weeks. Each was found dead in their locked bedrooms, made to look like suicides."

"Okaaay. Doesn't exactly scream 'supernatural' to me." Dean drawled.

"Let me finish. All three victims bled to death from a lot of deep cuts all over their bodies. Problem is, the police can't find any trace of the murder weapon. And all three bedrooms were barricaded from the outside, most likely to keep the victims locked inside. I'm thinking we might be dealing with a ghost or something," said Sam.

"Well, can't hurt to check it out. Where we headed?"

"Thomastown, Ohio."

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Oh Dean. You should know by now that it's never easy.

So can you say collision of epic proportions? Or you know, something like that. It's a-coming, folks. Our beloved teams will eventually unite, but 'til then stay tuned.

-D.A.