"Damnit, Sam! I told you this would happen if we got mixed up with your serial killer shit," Dean screamed, holding the girl's trembling hand.

Sam held his head in his hands, not responding. His fingers twirled around his thick brown hair as he pulled harder. He couldn't look at Dean, knowing he was right. He knew it was his fault. He just wanted to play the good guy for once. He just wanted to save something for once. Then, he broke his own rules. No killing unless necessary. He broke it. Not Dean, who he was sure would've broken it at some point causing another sibling squabble. It was his fault she wasn't moving.

Dean kept staring back and forth between Sam and the cold girl. He didn't know what else to say. Sam wasn't answering anyway. He'd told him it was a bad idea from the beginning. He'd told him that they didn't mess around with stuff like this. They were hunters, not FBI agents. They hunted monsters, not people. Sam wouldn't listen. He'd kept babbling on about how it could be Amara's soul sucking again. Now, there was more blood on their hands. Dean thought that he would've been the one to break the no killing rule. Not Sam. Yet, here they were.

Suddenly, the rest of their new friends broke through the door. There were screams, but Dean blocked them out. He'd heard more screams in Hell that nothing could get to him now. Sam kept his head down, wanting to offer an explanation. He didn't have one. He looked at the gun in his hands, and then back at the faces staring at him. They all looked scared. He knew they had the right too, but it still hurt him that someone could look at him that way.

"She's still breathing!" Dean heard himself scream. "Get an ambulance and a team in here now!"

The other members of the team started rushing around, and others came bustling in. Sam couldn't move though. He heard people talking to him, asking him what happened, but he couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to say.

Five Days Earlier

"Dean, this could be Amara!" Sam sighed, exasperated.

Dean laughed, "We can't just go full throttle into every murder case in the country, Sam."

"Do you have a better idea on how to find her?" Sam asked, looking at his brother pointedly.

"No," Dean answered, sighing. "But like I said, this is the real FBI. They are going to know we aren't one of them."

"How? It'll take them days to look into us. We could have this solved by then. If it isn't Amara, at least we helped someone!"

Dean stopped, "Wait, is this one of your 'need to help' situations?"

"What?" Sam scoffed. "I'm trying to find Amara."

They pulled up to the bunker, and Dean slowed the Impala to a stop.

"Should we ask Cas to come?" Dean asked.

"Do you remember the last time he tried to be an agent? He'd give us away as soon as we walked through the door." Sam scoffed.

Dean shrugged, "Could make this interesting."

Sam just stared at him before getting out of the car. Dean followed, and they barged inside the bunker. Cas was sitting at the table wrapped in a blanket eating a bowl of cereal. He didn't take his eyes of the computer screen as they set their bags on the table.

"How's Net-" Dean started, but Cas put a hand up to stop him.

"I have almost finished this season. Please, do not interrupt me."

Sam laughed in the background and headed to his room to unpack, only to pack again. He heard Dean trying to talk to Castiel as Castiel continued to shush him. He rolled his eyes, laughing at the flirtationship. It wasn't like either one would admit it, but Sam knew inside that it was only a matter of time. After a few minutes, he heard footsteps coming toward his room. He finished piling other clothes into his duffle bag.

"Cas wants to come." Dean said as he stood in the doorway.

Sam turned around, "And that seems like a good idea to you?"

"Hey, he gives us at least something to make fun of. We'll tell them that he's an agent in training or some shit. Come on, Sammy."

"It's Sam." Sam sighed in response. "Tell him to get ready, I guess."

Dean backed out of the room and made his way down the hallway to get Castiel. Sam laughed and carried his bag to the front of the bunker.

"Alright, let's go!" Dean called out a few minutes later, and the boys left the bunker.

Meanwhile in Quantico, VA, BAU's Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner sat behind his desk, going through the paperwork of the team's last case. He hadn't noticed the time ticking toward midnight until his phone rang. He debated letting it go to voicemail, but he knew that whoever was calling would know exactly where he was.

"Hotchner," He answered the phone, coughing on his words.

He heard some static, then a voice. "Hello, is this BAU's Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner?"

"Yes," Hotch answered.

"This is Associate Deputy Director, James Garth. I'm calling to let you know we are sending you two Supervisory Special Agents and an agent in training to assist you on your next case. Agents Tripper and Snow will be there in the moring as well as Mr. Wood." The voice responded.

"Wait, sir, two new agents? Why?" He asked, perplexed.

"I'm afraid that's above your paygrade Mr. Hotchner. I trust your team will welcome them."

"Of course, sir. Thank you." Hotchner sighed as the phone clicked.

He sat at his desk wondering how to break the news to the team before the agents arrived the next morning. He couldn't exactly call a meeting for that reasoning alone. He knew his team would have questions for him, but unfortunately, he wouldn't have the answers. Hotchner decided after a few more glances at the piles of paper work before him that he needed to get home and get some rest. He had no clue what the next day would hold for the BAU.

"Thanks, Garth. I hope all is well with you guys. I really owe you one," Sam said, hanging up the phone.

"He got us in?" Dean asked, already knowing the answer.

Castiel spoke up from the back, "I will never understand why you ask questions you know the answer to."

Sam stifled a laugh, and Dean turned up the radio. Sam sighed when he heard yet another classic rock song begin. Castiel shared the sentiment, but Dean gave them glares that shut them up. They continued their twenty hour drive in peace. Sam slept uncomfortably in the passenger seat as Cas rambled on to Dean about the relationship between Chuck and Sarah. Dean was grateful for moments like these, when things seemed almost normal. He liked that the people driving around them figured they were friends on a road trip or family going to see more family. For those few hours in the car, he could almost believe those stories himself. He could believe that there was a world with no monsters and no hunting.