EVERYONE MUST READ! I will not answer any questions that have been answered in this authors note.

Here are the things that have been changed in the story.

1.) Addison is now the youngest Winchester

2.) Sam is older then her by four years and dean him four years.

3.) Spencer knows about the supernatural.

4.) I added a new member to the team for now anyway

5.) Rodney may or may not be a character, not sure yet.

6.) Addison is in college.

Supernatural will start one year before criminal minds. and if you haven't already done it you should add me onto your author alerts so you will know when i post the story and such. Any questions that haven't not already been answered will happily be addressed via PM and or first upload.

I woke up to the sound of the baby monitor spitting static. I found myself sitting up and looked around the room. Spencer's arm was still draped around my stomach as he slept. I gently removed it and got off the mattress. His shirt fell around my thigh as I moved though our room. The walls of the home were something out of my childhood. I wanted to stop and look at them but my feet continued moving.

The light at the end of the hallway began to flicker and I frowned. I glided to it and gave it the confused look it deserved. My fingers tapped against it lightly until the light stood still. From there I moved into the nursery. I couldn't tell what the child looked like. Any features were blurry though it didn't seem to bother me.

"You." The voice was not my own. It was softer, more soothing but at the same time held a level of hostility that scared me. It was then that I saw the man standing over the crib, his arm outstretched, he turned slowly and smiled. He opened his arms in welcome but the look on his face was anything but comforting.

The point of view changed, a man was standing over me, a wicked grin on his face.

"Get away from her!"

"You weren't nearly this worried when I visited your son." I saw him flick his wrist and heard a loud bang on the wall. He laughed again and before I knew it, my mother was above me on the ceiling and something was slicing though her stomach and I heard her scream. He laughed again was gone like the darkness had swallowed him whole. Within what felt like a second my father was over-top of me and looked up at my dead mother.

"Mary!" Flames erupted around her.

"Addison!" Everything around me changed. I was no longer in home sweet hell, I was back in Spencer and I's apartment. "Addi…." He had his hands on either side of my face, his thumbs consistently brushing underneath my eyes. "Addi look at me." His words were gentle and he softly moved my face so it was on level with his. I couldn't breath, I couldn't see anything in the darkness of our bedroom. In….out…..in…..out.

"N-nightmare."

"I know. You're okay."

The car came to a complete stop in front of the FBI. Spencer was sitting in the passenger seat of the car with a tight expression on his face. Him and I hadn't spoken much that morning, not that we ever talked much after one of my nightmares. I glanced around the parking lot at all the people that were walking into the building and when I looked back to Spencer I saw that he was also watching them. I could almost feel the thoughts and doubts that were rolling from him mind in waves.

"Spencer, you're going to be late." I warned softly. He looked at me and nodded.

"Are you sure your going to be okay if I have to leave?" I rolled my eyes and repeated his action.

"They're just nightmares."

"Nightmares about you're mother burning on the ceiling." I couldn't help but flinch. "Addison, they're not getting better, in fact they are getting worse. The longer you go without addressing the issues the longer it will be until they go away."

"I don't understand how you expect me to 'address' the issue."

"Talking to someone could really help, I wish you would be more open to that."

"And tell them what? That I was raised by revenge driven monster hunter as a child and that my mother was killed by the very monster that my father was hell bent on killing? They're going to think I'm nuts, try and put me in some sort of facility and drug me up. You would have thought I was crazy if you hadn't seen it for yourself." He took a deep breath.

"You could rephrase a few things."

"Go to work Spencer."

"Addi."

"I really don't want to talk anymore about it Spencer, go to work." My eyes zoned in on the steering wheel. I wouldn't look at him and I heard him take a deep breath. Sometimes his lack of being able to read social cues really got on my nerves but it was also something that I found cute. Win some you lose some. He waited a few seconds before getting out of the car and moving into the building. I waited until the door closed behind him before pulling away.

I didn't like fighting with him about things like my nightmares, he didn't understand and I didn't really want him to. The car ride back to the apartment was worse then to where I dropped Spencer off. I felt bad for leaving things like that with Spencer but I'd fix it later and he knew that speaking about important things like this aren't the best thing to do after a nightmare.

The car ride back to the Apartment made me more angry as it thought about what needed to be done. we didn't have any food, anything to drink, a washer or dryer, and no money. I promised Spencer that I wouldn't go to any bars without him so hustling pool was out of the question so if I needed anything I would have to wait until Spencer got paid two weeks from now.

The main thing on my list for today was to look for a job. Spencer kept telling me that I didn't have to work, that he would make more then enough to support us. What I got from that was I could get a job that I truly enjoy without having to worry about bringing home the bacon.

Spencer walked out of the elevator into the hall that led into the bullpen. He saw Gideon right away. He was doing his best to focus on anything other then his emotionally unstable girlfriend. He was more then happy to get this job but was also worried about leaving Addison on her own. When he met her she had been on all sort of drugs. Some of them, to this day, he doesn't know about. Addison was underweight, dehydrated, depressed, and suffering from insomnia. She's been good about it for the last year in terms of not having any relapses but she still struggled and it wasn't that he didn't trust her, it was more like he didn't want her to feel like drugs were the only thing left to turn to if he wasn't home.

"Spencer." Gideon greeted Spencer with a grin on his face but didn't make any move to hug him, knowing that the younger man wouldn't more then likely be a little too nervous. He did take into account the troubled look on his face and made a note to ask him about it later. "Agent Hotchner is waiting for you in his office." Spencer nodded and let Gideon lead him towards the bullpen.

As he walked though the rows of desks to the small flight of stares that brought them up to the offices on the second level. Gideon gave three short raps onto the wooden door before opening it slightly. Spencer heard what sounded to be an invitation and Gideon opened the door all the way.

"Dr. Reid." Agent Hotchner greeted and stood as Spencer made his way into the office. He made no move to shake hands which told him that Gideon had already told him more personal things about the young agent. Spencer gave him a small wave and sat down with the prompting of Gideon. "We've just got a few more things to go over before we can get you your badge and other credentials." Spencer nodded and set his bag down in his lap. "You will have to take and pass your gun qualification in order to carry a firearm, you are aware of that correct?"

"Yes." That made him more nerves then just about anything else this job entailed. He knew that Addison could teach him and that she would be the best person to go to for this but at the same time he didn't want to ask her. He felt that it might being back negative memories from her past. Despite him not being a psychologist it didn't stop him from believing that she was suffering from Chronic PTSD. He felt like the memories of her mother's death set it off when she was a kid and the first werewolf attack pushed her over the edge. It would explain just about everything, even her running away from home. He's noticed a slight decline in her symptoms other the years and he could only hope that she would continue to get better.

Agent Hotchner went over a few more things, made sure that Spencer understood the demanding nature of the job and that he would have to make accommodations to it in order to make everything work. He talked about how that they did was a team effort and that Spencer would more then likely have another agent with him most of the time, at least in the beginning. After he went over all of that he offered to introduce him to the other agents on the team. Gideon was quiet the entire time and when they stood up he followed them out.

"What do you think?" Gideon asked him as they moved down the stairs that he had just come up.

"It's nice, I wasn't sure what I was expecting." He answered, he had a slight idea what to expect but mostly he thought it was going to be like the rest of his life had been, people not taking him seriously due to his age. So far everything was going smoother then he thought. They stopped at a cluster of desks and Agent Hotchner gestured to the one that didn't have anything on it.

"This will be your desk." Spencer nodded and their presence caught the attention of two other agents. "Morgan and Sampson, this is the new agent, Dr. Spencer Reid." Spencer gave a little wave and pressed his hand back on his bag. It looked like the darker of the two was about to stand up and offer him a hand but was interrupted by someone else calling out Agent Hotchner's name, standing right outside of his office door. He nodded to Gideon for him to follow and that left Spencer alone with the other two agents.