Supernatural: The Usual Suspects

A/N: Hello and welcome to a new storyline, filled with mistaken identities, the BAU coming to the rescue, new powers, and, sadly, death…a lot of death.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER ONE: MISTAKEN IDENTITY…AGAIN

"Like sheep they are laid in the grave; death shall feed on them; and the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; and their beauty shall consume in the grave from their dwelling."

Psalms 49: 14

Baltimore, Maryland…

There was background chatter as a man was led down a dim police-station hallway in cuffs. Meanwhile in the bustling office, a cop named Peter Sheridan was on his cell-phone, and had a mug of coffee in hand.

"Under what name?" he asked and then chuckled. "Oh, yeah, that's my favorite so far. Possible ID's in three states that we know of." He pulled a paper from the fax machine and stared at it for a moment. "I gotta call you back."

Meanwhile, a SWAT team approached a motel room from the outside.

Back at the police station, Sheridan entered an interrogation room and sat down opposite the prisoner.

"Well, first I thought you were just stepping up your game," he commented. "Credit card fraud, breaking and entering, and this one…puzzled me. Grave desecration. But still these are a long way from murder. Then we get a fax from St. Louis. Where you're suspected of torturing and murdering a young woman. However, no one could prove anything, of course, because supposedly you died there. And then you turn up alive and for some reason the FBI drop those charges against you after checking that body's DNA against your own."

The SWAT team broke open a 2nd-floor door with a battering ram; inside, Liz froze, holding her hands up…but there was no sign of Sam anywhere.

"But I gotta tell you something," Sheridan continued. "You look pretty healthy to me."

Diana Ballard advanced on Liz, her gun forward.

Sheridan flipped through a folder. "So now we know Karen Giles wasn't the first person you murdered."

"Going somewhere, Liz?" Diana asked, and Liz sighed, wondering what her brothers had done this time, her hands in the air.

"But I guarantee you she's the last," Sheridan added, stood, and walked out, leaving Dean in the room, handcuffed to the table, and had an "not again" expression on his face.

FBI Headquarters, BAU division

Quantico, Virginia…

Jennifer Jareau, JJ to her co-workers and friends, was in her office and was looking through various folders of possible cases while finishing up her notes on the Frank case that was being shelved until further notice when her phone rang.

JJ picked up the phone and stuffed it under her right cheek and chin as she continued sorting through the folders. "This is Jennifer Jareau…how can I help you?"

She paused, listened to whoever was on the other end, and then set down the folders she was holding. "Say that again?" she asked, frowning. "You're sure? He was cleared of all charges…I understand. We'll be right there."

Setting the phone down, JJ quickly left her office and headed across the bullpen, drawing the attention of her other co-workers, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jason Gideon, and Spencer Reid, as she went up a flight of stairs and knocked on the door of Aaron Hotchner's office.

"Come in," Hotch said, and looked up as JJ entered, and noted the disturbed expression on her face. "What is it, JJ?"

"Sir, I - I just got a call from a cop named Diana Ballard of the Baltimore Homicide Department, and it appears that Dean and Liz Winchester have been arrested for two murders," JJ informed him. "There's no sign of Sam, and they're wanting to re-convict Dean for the murders in St. Louis."

"What?" Hotch couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You did tell her that Dean's been cleared of those charges?"

JJ nodded. "I did, Hotch, but Dean was found with a dead body and blood on his hands, and she's asking us to come there to convince him to plead guilty."

Hotch groaned, rubbing his forehead with one hand; when Morgan had been arrested for the murder of a local boy and then cleared, after finding his sealed records and the real killer, and had put Gordon away, he was certain that things would go back to normal… but then they'd had an encounter with an unsub named Frank, who'd disappeared with a woman named Jane, and they didn't know where they were.

"Okay, JJ, inform the rest of the team and call the airport," Hotch instructed, having come to a decision. "And also tell Garcia to pack up her gear, too, we leave in two hours."

"Yes, sir," JJ confirmed and left the office.

Hotch sighed and reached for his phone, having to now let Haley know that he wouldn't be home tonight for dinner. 'And on Jack's birthday no less.'

Meanwhile, Diana entered an interrogation room, where Liz was pacing by the window; watching the younger woman for a moment, she then placed a coffee cup on the table.

"Thought you might be thirsty."

Liz stopped her pacing and warily eyed Diana. "Okay, so you're the good cop," she remarked, "where's the bad cop?"

"Oh, he's with your twin brother," Diana answered, bemused.

'And Dean's probably driving him batty with his usual sarcastic remarks,' Liz thought. "Okay. And you're holding us why?" she asked. "And did you call that number on the card I gave you?"

"I did call the FBI, and your federal friends are on their way here," Diana responded. "And as for your first question; well, Dean's being held on suspicion of murder. Your other brother Sam is still missing. And you, we'll see."

'Where are you, Sam-?' Liz froze when she heard the word "murder" and stared at the cop, shocked. "Murder?!"

Diana raised her eyebrows. "You sound genuinely surprised. Or are you that good of an actress?" she inquired.

"Who was he supposed to have murdered?!" Liz demanded.

"We'll get around to that," Diana said calmly.

"Well, you can't just hold us here without formal charges!" Liz protested.

"Well actually, we can, for forty-eight hours," Diana corrected, "but with your brother Sam being a pre-law student, you would know that. I know all about you, Elizabeth."

And she began reading from a file. "You're twenty-seven years old, no job, no home address. Your mother died when you were four years old, your father's whereabouts are unknown. And then there's the case of your brother Dean. Whose demise was, well, just a little bit exaggerated as it turned out; feel free to jump in whenever you like." She looked at Liz, who leaned against the wall, folding her arms. "Shy? No problem. I'll keep going. Your family moved around a lot when you were a kid. Despite that, you still managed to get good grades in your classes, but you didn't graduate, like Dean, while Sam was a straight-A student. Got into Stanford with a full ride." She then closed the file. "Then about a year ago there was a fire in Sam's apartment. One fatality. Jessica Moore, his girlfriend. After she died, he fell off the grid. Left behind everything."

Liz rolled her eyes. "Sam needed some time off, to deal. So he's taking a road trip with us."

Diana raised her eyebrows. "How's that going for you?"

"Great. I mean…" Liz said as she pulled up a chair to the table and straddled it, "we saw the second largest ball of twine in the continental US. Awesome."

Diana didn't believe that for a second, but let it slide. "We ran Dean's fingerprints through AFIS."

Liz nodded, figuring that they would. "Okay."

"Got over a dozen possible hits," Diana added.

"Possible hits," Liz scoffed. "Which makes them worthless."

"But it makes you wonder," Diana continued. "What are we gonna find when we run your prints? Or even Sam's prints?"

"Yeah, well," Liz sighed as she pounded her fist on the table sarcastically. "You be sure to let me know, all right." And she pointed at the cup. "May I?"

Diana nodded. "Please."

Liz grinned. "Great." She sniffed the cup and sipped it as Diana leaned over her, intently.

"Liz, you seem like a good kid," she said seriously, all the humor was gone from her face. "It's not your fault Dean's your brother. We can't pick our family. Right now detectives in St. Louis are demanding that we send Dean to them, despite the charges being dropped by the FBI, and I don't blame them, not after he tortured all those young women. Dean's a bad guy. His life is over. Yours doesn't have to be, and Sam's life doesn't have to be over either."

Liz stared at her, incredulous. "You want me to turn against my own brother? Or should I say 'brothers' since you've brought up Sam's name several times?"

Diana shook her head. "No. We already caught Dean cold. Red-handed at the Karen Giles' murder scene. We just need you to fill in some missing pieces. And as for Sam… we still don't know where he is, Liz, and maybe you can help with that, too."

Liz frowned. "Why would I do that? On second thought, don't answer that…I'm not gonna say anything until the BAU gets here and I've had a chance to talk to Agent Hotchner."

Diana sighed and sat down. "Liz, I can talk to the DA and also to the FBI when they get here. Make a deal for both you and Sam. You both can get on with your lives. Dean's as good as gone."

'I can't believe this is happening.' Sighing, Liz thought for a moment, apparently distraught, and then began speaking quietly. "My dad and Tony Giles were old friends. They were in the service together. We've known him since we were kids, you know? So we came as soon as we heard about his death."

`"'Dean was sitting at a cafe table reading a newspaper; the headline read "Man's Throat Slit Without A Trace".'

`"'Both Sam and Liz approached with three cups of coffee and he set one down.'

`"'There you go," he said as both he and Liz sat down, and Dean handed him the paper.'

`"'Anthony Giles.'

`"'Who's Anthony Giles?" Sam asked, taking the newspaper to read the front page.'

`"'He's a Baltimore lawyer," Dean explained. "Working late in his office, check it out.'

`"'Exchanging a look with Liz, Sam began reading. "Uh…" he muttered, "throat was slit, room was clean. Huh. No DNA, no prints.'

`"'Dean grinned. "Keep reading, it gets better.'

`"'Sam raised his eyebrows. "Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant.'

`"'Dean nodded as he sipped his coffee. "So I'm thinking either somebody tampered with the tapes…'

`"'Or it's an invisible killer," Liz guessed.'

`"'My favorite kind," Dean agreed, grinning.'

`"'Um, Dean," Liz said, frowning, "I thought we were on our way to Ilchester to talk to that priest?'

`"'Don't worry, Liz," Dean said confidently. "We'll get there soon enough. So what do you think, Scully? You wanna check it out?" he asked Sam.'

`"'Sam scoffed and threw the newspaper at him. "I'm not Scully, you're Scully.'

`"'No, I'm Mulder," Dean retorted, standing up. "You're a red-headed woman.'

`"'And you both are insane," Liz complained as she and Sam grabbed their coffees and followed him.'"`

"Woulda been kinda hard for Dean to kill Tony, considering we weren't in town at the time," Liz added.

Diana had to agree with that. "So tell me what happened next."

"Okay, uh, that's when we went to see Karen," Liz told her, shrugging. "She was barely holding it together. We just wanted to be there for her. You know?"

`"'Karen Giles, a young woman with dark hair and dark-framed glasses, was sitting in her home, and was on the verge of tears. She was looking at some forms that the Winchesters, dressed as insurance company employees, have given her.'

`"'Insurance," Karen muttered, staring blankly at the paper in her hands. "I totally forgot about the insurance." She then set the paper down and removed her glasses, rubbing her eyes with one hand.'

`"'We're very sorry to bother you right now," Sam apologized, "but the company is required to conduct its own investigation. You understand.'

`"'Karen sniffed and nodded. "Sure.'

`"'Okay," Sam agreed. "Um. If you could just tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died.'

`"'Karen swallowed, trying to keep herself together. "Uh, Tony and I were just supposed to have dinner. He called and said he was having computer troubles and that…that he had to work late. That was it.'

`"'Do you have any idea who could have done this to him?" Liz asked.'

`"'Karen shook her head. "No. No, it's like I told the police, I, I have no idea.'

`"'Did Tony mention anything, you know, unusual to you?" Dean asked. "In the days before his death?'

`"'Karen frowned, unsure of how to answer that question. "Unusual…'

`"'Dean nodded. "Yeah, like strange?'

`"'Karen shook her head. "Strange?'

"`'You know, Karen, weird?" Dean suggested. "Weird noises, uh, visions, anything like that?'

`"'Sam cleared his throat and gave Dean a 'knock it off' look, just as Liz kicked her twin's leg under the table; Karen turned to Sam, who turned on his concerned-face again, and then shot Dean another warning look as she glanced down.'

`"'He had a nightmare the day before he died," Karen answered hesitantly.'

`"'Sam, Dean, and Liz exchanged a look. "What kind of a nightmare?'

`"'Karen thought for a moment. "Uh, he said that he woke up in the middle of the night and there was a woman standing at the foot of the bed, he blinked and she was gone, I mean, it was just a nightmare.'

`"'Did he say what she looked like?" Dean asked.'

`"'Karen stared at him, confused. "What the hell difference does it make what she looked like?'

`"'Uh, it's just, our, our company's very thorough," Dean stammered as Liz kicked his leg again.'

`"'Karen sighed, wiping her eyes with a tissue. "He said she was pale, and she had dark red eyes.'"`

"So I gave Karen a hug, told her to call me if she needed anything," Liz explained, "and that was it. End of story."

"Liz, I am trying to help you here," Diana said, sighing. "But you have got to be honest with me. Now we have an eyewitness. Someone who saw a woman and two men fitting your and your brothers' description breaking into Giles' office."

"Okay, look, Karen called us later, said that there was some stuff that she wanted from Tony's office, but the police weren't letting her in," Liz told her, feeling a headache coming on. "I, like, a picture of the two of them in Paris, and some other stuff. Look, it was wrong to enter a crime scene, but she gave us the key!"

`"'Sam picked the lock on Giles' office and he, Liz, and Dean entered, ducking under the police tape. Sam shined his flashlight around and it landed on a pool of blood on the floor.'

`"'Hey. Anthony Giles' body was found right about here," Sam told them as he read from the autopsy report. ""Throat slit so deep part of his spinal cord was visible".'

`"' Liz grimaced and Dean whistled as they began searching the room. "What do you think? Vengeful spirit? Underlining vengeful?'

`"'Sam shrugged as he moved over to the desk. "Yeah, maybe. I mean he did see that woman at the foot of his bed." And then he sat down to examine the drawers of the desk.'

`"'Dean picked up a sheet of paper lying on the desk. "Take a look at this," he commented, having read what was on it, and Liz joined him to look at the other papers.'

`"'Sam took the paper and looked at it; it contained small-font printing of the word "danashulps" repeated over and over to fill the page. "Dana Shulps. A name?" he wondered.'

`"'Both Liz and Dean found other papers with the same two words. "I dunno, but it's everywhere." He then grinned. "Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.'

`"'Liz rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the ribs. "Focus on this reality please, Dean?'

`"'Sam shined his flashlight down on the glass table in front of him, and saw something; he breathed on the glass, revealing the same letters – "DANASHULPS" impressed in the surface. "Wow," he remarked. "I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird.'

`"'Both Liz and Dean agreed with that. "Maybe Giles knew her.'

`"'Or maybe it's the name of our pale red-eyed mystery girl," Sam guessed.'

`"'Well. Let's see what we can see," Liz suggested.'

`"'Later that same night, they were frustrated and had found nothing after searching through all accessible paper and computer files in the office. Sam was still working at the desktop computer.'

`"'There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere," Dean complained, shoving a file drawer shut and walked over to the desk. "There's not a D. Shulps. Or any other kind of friggin' Shulps.'

`"'I can't even find either name in the phonebook," Liz added, shutting the local phonebook and put it away.'

`"'Sam sighed and kept working at the computer. "Great.'

`"'What have you got?" Dean asked as they joined their younger brother.'

`"'Nothing," Sam grumbled. "No Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least.'

`"'Dean sighed. "So what now?'

`"'Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password," Sam informed them as the continued typing. "Maybe there's something in his personal files, you know?'

`"'Dean and Liz both agreed to that plan. "By close you mean…'

`"'Sam shrugged. "Thirty minutes, maybe?'

`"'Why don't you call up Penelope to help you?" Liz suggested.'

`"'Nah, I got this.'

`"'Dean glanced at his watch. "Awesome. So I guess I just get to, uh, hang out. Awesome.'

`"'Sam continued typing, concentrating while both Liz and Dean sat down, annoyed; bored, Dean started making clicking and mouth-fart noises, annoying both of his siblings.'

`"'Dude, seriously," Sam protested while Liz smacked the back of their brother's head.'

`"'Dean winced. "All right, I'm gonna go talk to Karen again, see if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps, huh?" he offered.'

`"'And I'll go back to the motel room to do some research there," Liz added.'

`"'Sam agreed. "Great.'

`"'Keep going, Sparky," Dean teased and both he and Liz left.'"`

"Then Dean went back to Karen's place to check up on her," Liz said. "I mean, you know, she had been pretty upset earlier."

"So why didn't you and Sam go with him?" Diana questioned.

Liz sighed. "I just went back to the motel because I was getting a headache from all the stress and Sam went to get us some food." She then paused, realizing something. "How'd you know I was there, by the way?"

"We found the motel matchbook on your brother when we arrested him," Diana answered, noting when Liz rolled her eyes. "Let's quit fooling around. Now you were with your brothers the whole time you were in Baltimore. Why separate now? Because your twin brother left you, to go murder Karen. And Sam pulled a runner."

"Dean didn't kill anyone," Liz protested. "And Sam didn't run away."

Diana hit the table with her fist, having had enough, and Liz jumped. "I heard the 9-1-1 call!" she snapped. "Karen was terrified. She said someone was in the house."

`"'Karen was sitting on the sofa in pajamas, crying, and the TV was on, low; as she blew her nose, she heard a figure pass by. She took off her glasses to rub her eyes, paused, and then put them back on. Across the room in a mirror she saw a ghostly figure, and yelped. She turned on the light and the figure was gone; she got up, panicked, went into the hallway, and then into the bedroom and shut the door. Breathing hard, she called 9-1-1.'

`"'Hello, emergency services.'

`"'Hello?" Karen gasped. "I think I saw someone in my house.'

`"'What is your address?'

`"'It's 421 Clinton Avenue," Karen answered. "Please, can you –" just then, there was a click, and the call disconnected. "Hello?'

`"'Just then, the printer on her desk flicked on and started printing out the same repeated pattern as before: "danashulpsdanashulpsdanashulps". Karen ran into the closest, fumbled for a flashlight, turned, and saw the ghost behind her – it was a young blond woman with dripping red eyes. Karen screamed.'

`"'Dean arrived at the house and knocked on the door. "Karen, you in there?" he looked around, and then picked the lock and entered. He tried the light by the door, but it didn't work; he went further into the house, up the stairs and into the bedroom. He pushed open the door and saw Karen lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood; her throat was slit deeply. He saw the pages from the printer and frowned.'

`"'Seriously, what the hell?'

`"'Dean knelt down by Karen's body, and noticed some strange bruises on her wrists; he took one wrist in his hand in order to examine the bruises, getting blood on his fingers.'

`"'Freeze!'

`"'Dean froze as two cops entered the room, their guns were trained on him. 'Not again!'

`"'Stay on your knees," one of the cops ordered. "Hands where I can see them. Now!" rolling his eyes, Dean complied. "Cuff him." and the other cop moved forward, cuffing his hands behind his back.'"`

Meanwhile, Sheridan was sitting in an observation room from which he could see Dean, who was still handcuffed to the table. Just then, Diana entered.

"You getting anywhere with him?" she asked.

Sheridan shook his head. "No. Just a lot of wise-ass remarks. You?"

Diana sighed. "Liz's story matches Dean's to the last detail."

"Hmm," Sheridan said thoughtfully. "Yeah, well, these guys are good. I'll give 'em that," he admitted, standing and they left the room, going out into the hallway.

"If we don't get Liz to flip we have nothing but a lot of circumstantial evidence," Diana pointed out.

"Hey. We've got Dean at the crime scene with blood on his hands," Sheridan said confidently. "Juries have convicted for less."

Diana knew that was true, but she was still unsure. "Yeah, but, I mean, where's the murder weapon? What's the motive? You talk about reasonable doubt."

"Diana," Sheridan said, stopping her and he gently touched her face. "Do you have reasonable doubt?" he asked, dropping his hand as another cop walked by. "We keep leaning on these guys, one of them will tumble. And don't forget about St. Louis; 'cause I don't care what the feds will say when they get here, I'm telling you. This Dean person is our guy."

Diana sighed as they began walking again. "I know Tony Giles was a friend of yours."

Sheridan nodded wistfully. "Yeah. He was, he was a good friend."

"Look, and I know you want to clean this mess up quick," Diana agreed. "But come on, Tony knew a lot of criminal types, I mean, maybe we're just…"

"Criminal types?" Sheridan scoffed. "He was a defense lawyer, for godsakes, of course he knew criminal types."

Diana sighed. "All right, let's get back at 'em."

"No, you know what? Let 'em stew in their juices for a bit," Sheridan suggested, stopping next to a soda machine. "Come here." And he kissed her; after a few seconds, Diana broke the kiss and smiled at him.

Just then, a cop came up to them, oblivious to how close the two of them were standing next to each other. "Excuse me, but the BAU team of the FBI are here."

Sheridan nodded, and both he and Diana went to the bullpen, where Hotch, Morgan, Gideon, Reid, JJ, Penelope, and Emily were all waiting.

"Hi, you must be the BAU team, I'm Peter Sheridan and this is my partner Diana Ballard," he said, shaking hands with Hotch.

"SSA Aaron Hotchner," Hotch responded. "And these are SSA Jason Gideon, Derek Morgan; agents Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Dr. Spencer Reid, and our tech expert, Penelope Garcia. I understand that you're holding two of the Winchesters and suspect them to be responsible for the murders of Anthony and Karen Giles."

Sheridan shrugged. "Well, Dean Winchester was found kneeling over Karen's body and had blood on his hands, which pretty much screams that he killed her."

"And Liz?" Morgan asked. "Was she there, too?"

"No," Diana answered. "She was at their motel room, where I arrested her, and we still don't know where their brother Sam is."

Gideon spoke up just then. "Sir, we'd liked to talk to Dean and Liz alone, please."

Sheridan nodded. "We have them in separate rooms, so if you want to take turns talking to them, go right ahead."

"Very well," said Hotch, not liking where this was heading. "Gideon, you, JJ, and Emily go and talk to Liz. Morgan and Reid, you both come with me to talk to Dean. And is there a place where Garcia can set up her equipment?"

Diana nodded. "Right over here," she offered, and lead Penelope to a room just off the main area, while the others went to talk to Dean and Liz.

A/N: So, here are the questions you get to try and solve. Where's Sam? How will Liz and Dean get out of this one? And can you guess the name of the actress who played Diana Ballard? Post your answers in your reviews. R&R everyone!