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Chapter One

The agent made his way to the interrogation room. This particular batch of killers was that of something the Behavioural Analysis Unit had not seen in a very long time. They would be compared to the likes of the Manson family for their brutality and cult like loyalty to each other. But what differed them from the traditional serial killers, was their regard for the law and the science behind it. The investigators found little evidence attaching the family to the crimes, asides from a few surveillance tapes and eye witness accounts. Psychological evidence however, was what the profilers were banking on.

Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi was one of the founders of the BAU, prompting him to be one of the leaders of the investigation. Dozens of people to interview, only four to interrogate. Coffee would be something of a survival method for the following weeks and months, and Rossi hoped that the coffee would at least be decent.

It had been a while since he had left his desk, the profiling and analysis of killers' behaviour was something that took up the majority of his time rather than field work. He had jumped on the chance (and was graciously invited) to participate and lead the interrogations of the family. The father, worked his family like a troop, him being the leader, 22 year old Dean being the second in command, with 18 year old Sam and 16 year old Emerson being foot soldiers.

It didn't take any profiling skills to see the tension that lay between Emerson and her father. From the surveillance tapes they could see that Emerson and John were often on each other's toes, her body language defiant, strong, but eventually obedient. Even here, in the minutes after their arrest, and when they were taken to the interrogation room of the FBI, she asked only of her brothers.

Rossi, as well as Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, could tell that her loyalty fell with her brothers over her father, although her obedient nature towards him may have been because of abuse. All the siblings exhibited scars and wounds, most untreated, or treated crudely, the stitches and evident broken collarbones were most definitely not treated by medical professionals.

"You ready?"

Hotch shook Dave from his thoughts, the plausible scenarios of how the interrogation would go, how it would end. He knew that no matter what, all would need extensive therapy, but whether or not they would be deemed fit to stand trial was that of another matter.

Rossi nodded. Today was the day that would change his life. Today was the day he met the Winchesters.

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He entered the interrogation room quietly, taking a seat across from the teenage girl. Her blonde hair was tied in a loose braid, a few loose strands framing her face. The two said nothing as Rossi made himself comfortable, or rather, as comfortable as he could while sitting across from a serial killer. Despite his years of experience, the feeling that enshrouded him in those moments or hours in the same room with someone who has taken human life in cold blood always left his stomach in knots.

"My name is David Rossi and I'm a Supervisory Special Agent here at the Behavioural Analysis Unit with the FBI."

"Where are my brothers?" the girl asked, straight to the point. She leaned back in her chair, rocking herself with her foot. Mud had tracked in with her, the thick substance packed into the crevices of her combat boots.

"They're being interrogated as we speak."

"Interrogated for what?"

"Murder, among other things."

"What murders?"

"As far as we're aware of, 12. But I'm sure there are more."

"Don't you need a Child Services Agent here in order to interrogate me?"

"What makes you think you're being interrogated?"

The girl rolled her eyes, the answer obvious.

"Because you're interrogating my brothers. Makes sense that you'd interrogate me too. Which begs me to repeat, don't you need a Child Services Agent here?"

"We're not interrogating you Emerson, not yet. I haven't asked you any questions regarding the case. And as far as CPS is concerned, an agent is on their way."

"So what are you charging us with?"

"Us?"

"You said that you couldn't ask what I knew, now I'm asking you what you know."

"I see. Did your dad teach you your rights?"

"He said that it was important to know them. Seems he was right," Emerson replied, picking at the mud, causing flakes to fall and land on the cold cement floor.

"Seems he was," Rossi said, "We're charging you with the murders of Henry Wheeler, James Fairview, Anita Gavin in the first degree as well as insurance fraud, credit card fraud and identity theft."

"That's quite the list Dave, you think you can hold all that up in court?"

"With your confessions, I'm sure we will."

"It'll take a lot to get my dad to confess Dave, you should know that," the girl stated, starting to pick at her fingernails and the mud that resided underneath them. "What are you charging my brothers with?"

"The same, but the more we learn from you, the more we'll find out about them and what they've done."

Something changed within her, for a second, Rossi thought her saw concern flash in her eyes before her composure was regained and she asked,

"How do you know that I didn't do all of it?"

Rossi stared at her, this question that had passed her lips was spoken in such a casual tone that it could have been mistaken for asking for coffee or what the weather was like. She looked up at him expectantly.

"We don't."

"Well Dave, better call a priest, 'cause I have more confessions than a serial adulterer that likes to cheat on his Atkins diet on Sundays with cake and porn."

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"So she confessed to everything?" Agent Hotchner asked, crossing his arms.

The older agent nodded. Dave had spent a good two hours with the youngest Winchester, hearing the details of more murders than he cared to mention. He knew that some she had lied about, her lies obvious due to a small tick, not an obvious one, as she had been doing so practically the entire time, but picking her nails was determined to be her tell, her tick. A specific pick though, a rough kind, as though scraping at some invisible vermin, her nails having been clean in the first few minutes of them meeting. Had Rossi not been a profiler, he would have believed her, her face showing little evidence to crimes. She spoke with a cool composure. When they spoke of the reasons why, she stated simply,

"They were monsters."

She spoke of folklore, of monsters and men, of the nightmares that walked the earth. Dave soon discovered that the boys had done the same. While most serial killers seemed to plead insanity as a scapegoat, the Winchesters generally had to. Their minds were not understanding, were not acknowledging the reality around them.

Unlike the small towns where minor arrests were made, the Winchester siblings had no contact with each other in the weeks and months that followed. Placed in separate cells in separate jails, their contact was nonexistent.

Due to the publicity and the confessions, the Winchesters were charged fairly quickly.

John Winchester was placed in the psychiatric section of a top security prison, while Dean, Sam and Emerson were placed in institutions across the country, their sanity questioned, prodded, medicated, analyzed until proven sane.

But that was just the beginning, their story continues long after that, their legacy, their legend, for many generations to come. Their name would be synonymous for danger, murder and mystery. The Winchesters. The Infamous Winchesters.