Disclaimer: I own neither Supernatural or Criminal Minds, I'm just having fun.

A/N: (Insert rant about muses and plot bunnies) This story is written in the style of 'five things' here being Five Things Anna Changed With Her Presence. It is based in and around the Supernatural episode Skin. The time period is the week before Christmas, so it's a lot colder than the show portrays it as. This is an alternate universe and part of the Huntress series. Nominally Gen. Fixed alternate spelling of Derek's name, thanks to cocoa85715 for spotting that.

Dean and Sam arrived at Quantico just as the Anna was heading out with Derek for lunch. Anna had gone into work to take care of some paperwork for her medical leave and was now ready to get as far away from the building as possible, and the sight of the Impala idling at the curb made her smile. "Derek," she announced, "I'll take a rain check on lunch. My ride is here."

"Are you sure?" Derek asked.

"Sure I'm sure," Anna replied as she slung her backpack over her good shoulder. "I'm not spending six weeks hanging around my loft doing nothing." She grinned at her teammate and jogged over to the car, "Hi Sam, Dean," she said as she slid into the back seat.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked, "Those bruises are nasty?"

"Stiff, sore," Anna shrugged, and pulled the door closed. "I feel like I did two rounds with a Wendigo but I'll be fine."

"Let's go then," Dean said as he pulled away from the curb.

Anna shifted so she could lean forward, "What are you doing?" She asked Sam.

"Checking my e-mail," Sam replied.

"College buddies," Anna said, "anyone where we're going."

"No," Sam said, reading a new message. He paused, "Actually, how do you feel about St. Louis?"

"I am nominally ambivalent," Anna replied.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"I thought we were going to be warm for Christmas," Dean said.

"I agree," Anna added.

"It's my friend Zach," Sam said, "He's been accused of murdering his girlfriend. His sister Becky says he didn't do it. She's wants to know if I can help."

"It's probably not the kind of hunt we're looking for," Dean said.

"Dean," Anna said, "We could at least look into it. She asked for help."

"But it's not our hunt," Dean protested.

"If we said that every time we run into a monster we aren't hunting, this world would be a lot worse than it is," Anna replied. "Look, it's on the way, we'll stop in, I'll talk shop with the cops, see why Becky claims her brother's innocent and move on. Two, three days tops."

Dean could say no to Sam, and did frequently, but he rarely said no to Anna. "Fine," he ground out as he got on the highway. "We'll go see what your friend is up to."

"And since I'm the only one here without a criminal record," Anna said, "I'll pay gas for the side trip."

"Now that, I can get on board for," Dean said, and turned the radio on.

Anna settled back in her seat, letting the familiar sounds of 'Highway to Hell' roll over her. She pulled a text book out of her backpack and settled in. It had been years since she'd actually ridden with her brothers, but the music, Dean's odd comments and Sam's silence made it feel like just yesterday she had ridden with them to Bobby's to pick up the Beast so that she didn't have to squeeze into the Impala with everybody and to give them extra weapons storage.

"Bitch," Dean said suddenly, cutting through her thoughts.

"Jerk," Sam retorted.

"Don't make me break out the soap," Anna called up. It was routine, it was comfort, it was three siblings whose father's moratorium on swearing had been enforced by soap and chores for years. As Anna took a deep breath, smelling the scents of the old car, she smiled, because it was home.