Hello, Fearless Readers. Welcome to my second fic ever, "No Rest for the Wicked." This is loosely based on season 4 of Supernatural with spoilers for the entire season. References up to season 4 of Criminal Minds as well. This fic is based in the CM 'verse so the supernatural does not exist.
WARNING: This fic is rated Mature. There is a reason for this. Depictions of violence, torture, and child abuse are included in graphic detail. I will make sure to post warnings at the beginnings of extremely graphic chapters so don't worry about it taking you completely by surprise.
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Jennifer Jareau walked through the bullpen and up to the desk of one Dean Winchester. This, in itself, was enough to have the rest of the team instantly aware of her presence. JJ almost never went into the bullpen. Even the cases she picked were presented in the conference room. They saw glimpses of her during the day, but if she wasn't found in her office or in the break room, she was in one of her thousand daily meetings with superiors the team hadn't even heard of—except, perhaps Spencer Reid, who'd had the entire FBI personnel record at the Quantico field office memorized before he'd even arrived.
So JJ entering the bullpen instantly brought everyone's eyes to her as she pulled Winchester aside and whispered with him for a few minutes.
Dean smiled, nodded, and JJ made a prompt exit, heading to their supervisor's office with their next case. Aaron Hotchner wasn't the nicest man in the world, but if JJ was the mother, Hotch was the father. For a crack team of profilers who had daddy issues in spades, having a good man like him in charge was much appreciated.
"Oooh, what was that all about?" Morgan teased Dean. Derek and Dean were often referred to as the 'twins' on the team. They were both wired pretty much identical in every way but skin tone. If JJ was the mom and Hotch was the dad of this small team they all called family, both Morgan and Winchester coined the slot of 'protective older brother.'
"Oh, leave him alone, Morgan," Emily Prentiss said. "You know JJ's too smart to fall for him. He'd go after anything with a skirt, and I do mean anything." She chuckled.
"You wound me," Dean said, dramatically holding his hands to his chest and miming falling to the ground.
"She did, actually," Reid interjected good-naturedly. "Remember last week when Morgan used you as the attacker in hand-to-hand combat training? I believe you walked away with some pretty large bruises." Unlike the rest of the team who had a healthy balance of physical and mental capabilities, Reid was the runt of the litter and too smart for his own good sometimes. Some exceptions—most of them, really—had to be made to allow him in the bureau as a field agent, but the way his brain was set up, he could have had any job he wanted. The BAU was just where he belonged.
Dean winced at the remembrance of practice last week. He'd been trying to take it easy on the female agent. He just didn't realize she didn't need him to. "Oh, I remember all right," he said, smirking. "How long was she on me, Reid? A bit too long to justify it, I think." He winked at Emily and she rolled her eyes.
"Enough you two," Gideon interjected, trying to stop them before they really got started. Winchester was a hopeless flirt and Prentiss would banter with him all day. The older agent wouldn't be able to continue working in the same room if they really got started. "Don't you all have paperwork to do?"
Dean groaned and Morgan rolled his eyes, smiling, but Gideon was right. They'd just come off a case and with their Unsub dead there was more than enough paperwork to go around.
They all worked together in silence for a while catching up on things they normally didn't have time for with their caseload. Being out of town two weeks out of the month made deskwork pile up faster than any of them thought possible. Even with all of them sneaking files onto Reid's desk, it would be hours before any of them finished.
Hotch exited his office. "Conference room, five minutes," he said, walking. "We have a case."
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When the team entered the office, they were surprised to see a man the size of Bigfoot standing in the room. Compared to him, Dean and Spencer seemed to shrink. He wore a suit that must have been tailored to suit a man his size. Though he was tall, he didn't seem to lack in the muscle department. Even hidden behind the jacket of the suit, it was obvious that the man was in serious shape—possibly even surpassing Morgan. His hair was long, but it was combed back enough that it didn't fall into his face.
He smiled sheepishly when he caught sight of the team. Despite the man's enormity, Morgan thought he seemed young and harmless. Prentiss thought the word innocent suited him. Reid just saw the intelligence in his eyes. Dean's smirk told them all that this was what he and JJ had been whispering about.
They all took their seats. The man stood awkwardly next to Hotch and JJ like the new kid introducing himself to the class—which was kind of how it was.
"I'd like to introduce you to a temporary member of the team. He's on loan to us from the Academy. Samuel Winchester, I'd like you to meet Derek Morgan, Jason Gideon, Emily Prentiss, and Dr. Spencer Reid." They shook hands, in turn. "You already know myself and Agent Jareau."
"Winchester?" Gideon asked, curiously. "As in…"
"Yep," Dean answered for him, smirking. "Hey, Sammy."
"Dean." Sam nodded at him, not bothering to correct his name. "We're brothers," he clarified.
"I didn't know you had an older brother," Prentiss said accusingly.
Dean was offended. "I don't."
Sam chuckled at his brother's expression. "I'm four years younger," he explained to the confused agents.
"Yep," Dean said, smiling now. "And now my little bro is all grown up and joining the Bureau. How she treating you, Sammy?"
"Sam," he corrected, rolling his eyes. "And how would I know, Dean? It's my first day out of the Academy."
Dean just shrugged.
Hotch picked up the conversation before it could dissolve further into brotherly banter. "Sam will be accompanying us to Oregon for our next case. JJ?"
"Right."
Sam took a seat in between Hotch and Reid. They all watched the screen as JJ began the intro to the case. "Michael Conner, 42," JJ said, a mug shot appeared on screen of a glaring middle-aged man. He was bald, showing a large swastika tattooed to his head. "Lauren Cera, 17." This time, it was a smiling driver's license photo. The woman was young and blonde, bearing a remarkable resemblance to the team member in front of them. "Dennis McAffoy, 38." A photo of a large African-American man appeared on screen. He wore a business suit and had a small scar above his left eyebrow. "Christina Aguirre, 38." The mug shot of a grinning, plump Latina woman. "Nathanial Pratt, 24. Omar Perry, 32. David Gustav, 73." Three more pictures were added to the screen.
JJ continued. "All seven of them went missing in central Oregon over the last nine months. This," a picture of a Latino teen appeared on screen. The boy's hair waved into his face and a lip ring stuck out from his mouth, "is Pablo Estevez, 19. His girlfriend reported him missing two months ago. His body was found yesterday afternoon. He was tortured and raped repeatedly. The cause of death was a single stab wound to the heart, but the main cause for concern is this." Another picture came on screen. The graphic pictures of the victim's body weren't enough to make them flinch, but the distaste in the air was palpable. The gruesome scene affected them all. "There were several fresh wounds cut into the body using a blade of some sort."
Aside from them, the body was covered with long lines of scars down his back and sides. The body had been laid on its stomach so the team couldn't see the front, but they assumed the scars went all the way around.
"The medical examiner had trouble identifying exactly what caused the marks. The wounds were deep, but they were done post-mortem. The DNA of the seven missing persons was found on his body as well."
"Are we thinking the people who went missing had something to do with Estevez's death?" Prentiss asked. She was the newest member of the team, having only worked three other cases with them.
Reid spoke, looking up from his file. "Judging from the timing of the disappearances, it's more likely that they are all victims of the same Unsub. It's possible that they are being held together in a single location. Since another body hasn't been found, it's probable the others are still alive. According to the ME's report, all the DNA they found came from his clothing?"
JJ nodded. "A rape kit was performed, but no DNA was found inside the body."
"Object raped?" Prentiss asked.
"Can't be," Dean said. "They found bruising around his posterior consistent with sexual intercourse."
Sam spoke up. "Those symbols look like Enochian," he said referring to the marks on the man's body. "The language isn't used in many religious practices and there are very few who can understand it, let alone that know enough to put the words in the proper syntax. The Unsub we're looking for is either an expert in religious studies or he grew up with it."
The team looked at him questioningly.
Sam shrugged. "It's why I'm here," he explained.
"So we're looking at theology professors and religious cults?" Reid asked.
Sam's look turned pensive. "Religious cults, yes. But theology professors are more… rounded. They wouldn't necessarily need to memorize the language to teach their classes—especially when Enochian is often a small blip on the syllabus."
Hotch nodded. "Either way, we need to get a look at that crime scene. We'll continue this discussion on the jet. Wheels up in twenty."
"Jet?" Sam asked, looking at his brother.
"Is it a problem?" Hotch asked.
"Not for me," he said.