Hey guys I'm back! This is a new fanfic I'm working on! I'm still working on the others, but this one just popped into my head one day and I wanted to write it down. It is a male on male story that contains violence, language, and a slash later on maybe. Hope you guys like it! (By the way, this is set about right after Dean got out of hell, but before him and Sam knew they were vassals.)

"Hey kid, thought I'd drop you a message." The voice said heavily in Spencer's ear. "Call me back." It wasn't a question.

Spencer clenched his phone before Morgan narrowed his eyes at him. "What's up pretty boy?"

The younger agent shook his head. "N-nothing. Just a message. So where are we going?"

Hotch looked up. "Colorado. Small town near Denver. There have been mysterious disappearings around there for the past few weeks. Three women have disappeared, all show up two days later with puncture wounds in their neck, blood drained."

"Vampire symptom." Spencer mumbled to himself.

His muscles tensed slightly as a thought passed through him. "No."

"What?" Rossi looked up at him. "What is it Reid?"

The boy shook his head. "Nothing. When are we landing?"

Morgan watched him closely. "15 minutes." The boy nodded stood, walking his way to get a coffee… or...cup of sugar really.

"SSA Hotchner, this is agent Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, and Dr. Reid. Our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia is setting up now." Hotch greeted an old deputy.

He smiled slightly. "I'm Deputy Nickle. Terrible thing that's goin' on here." He said sadly. "Three girls in six days. Didn't know someone could do something like this." He sighed, pinching his nose. "Hey listen, anything you need, ma people will get it for ya'. Just find the bastard who did this."

Rossi smiled. "We will."

"Federal Marshals, I said." An angry voice growled.

The team turned to see two men stepping up to one of the deputies in the main room. One was short, his brown hair chopped at the top of his head and spiked. He wore tight suit and his brown eyes were angry. The other man was taller. His hair was also brown, falling in long strands around his baby face. His hands were stuffed in his pockets making his already big shoulders seem bigger.

"Names?" the deputy asked them.

"I already told you!" the short one growled. "I'm Agent Marshals and this is Agent Marks. I want to talk to whoever is in charge here."

The deputy pointed over to Hotch and smirked. "He is as of now."

The men turned and Spencer gasped, his eyes widening and muscles tensing again. The men stopped in their tracks to stare at him as well.

"Spencer?"