Supernatural: Hunted

A/N: Hi there, folks! Now I would normally post this tomorrow, but I'll be out of town, and so I'm posting this tonight instead. So you know, this takes place after the season 2 Criminal Minds episode called "Profiler, Profiled", and so the Winchesters are going to meet Emily Prentiss for the first time.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER ONE: AN OLD FOE RETURNS

"Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him."

Psalms 140: 11

"Argh! Stop it! Stop it!" cried a bloodied young woman who was tied to a chair that was located in the middle of a Devil's trap, which was an obvious sign that she was a demon.

Gordon Walker, who was dipping a knife into a container of holy water, ignored the pleads of the demon as he prepared to do some more torturing; after getting freed, he'd been trying to track down the vampire nest led by Lenore, but all of his leads had dried up, and it turned out that Ellen had sent word out to the hunter community about what'd happen. Now he was somewhere in Louisiana, interrogating low-level demons instead.

'I'll teach the Winchesters a lesson the next time I see them,' Gordon silently vowed as he turned to torture the demon a bit more; it annoyed him that the majority of the hunters he normally worked with were now against him and wouldn't give him any leads on the whereabouts of the Winchesters, especially since they were taking offense to him killing vampires that were no longer hunting humans.

"Have anything useful to tell me?" Gordon asked the demon as he traced the knife over her skin, which started burning the moment that the holy water touched it. "Like, say, something about the Winchesters?"

The demon just hissed at him and then yelped when he stabbed her in the leg, not caring if he harmed the real person that the demon was possessing.

"Fine." Tossing the knife aside, Gordon picked up an old book, flipped it open, and began chanting in Latin, starting the exorcism.

"Wait! Wait!" the demon screamed as an unseen wind started up and she twisted about in pain. "I'll tell you whatever you want! Just stop, please!"

Gordon smiled as he stopped chanting and leaned forward slightly. "Okay, sweetie, start talking."

Gasping, the demon told him about the coming war, which involved special children, who would be the soldiers to fight against the rest of humanity. "And as for the Winchesters…Sam is one of the special children."

'Thought so.' Gordon smirked. "Thank you, dear." And he resumed chanting, ignoring the pleading of the demon for him to stop, and continued chanting until the demon was finally forced out and back into hell; he checked the pulse of the girl that'd been possessed, but found nothing, she was dead.

"Oh well, I've got bigger fish to fry anyways."

Packing up his gear, Gordon headed out to search for the special children, and hoped that he would cross paths with the Winchesters, and eliminate the threat that was Sam Winchester.

In a psychiatrist office, Dr. George Waxler, M.D., according to the business card on the table, was sitting across from his patient, Scott Carey, who looked like he hadn't had a decent night sleep in months; a tape recorder sat on the table between them.

"Don't be afraid, Scott," Dr. Waxler said reassuringly. "You can tell me anything, you know that. Whatever you say won't leave this room."

Scott sighed; it was obvious he didn't want to be there. "It started a little over a year ago," he reluctantly explained. "Migraines at first. Then I found I could do…stuff."

"What do you mean, "do stuff"?" Dr. Waxler asked.

Scott swallowed before he answered. "I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want."

Dr. Waxler raised his eyebrows and wrote down a few quick notes. "How do you know?"

"I did it to the neighbor's cat," Scott responded. "Its insides fried up like a hamburger."

Dr. Waxler frowned and took a note, his face passive.

Scott frowned at him. "You don't believe me."

"I believe that you believe it," Dr. Waxler told him honestly.

Scott didn't look convinced, and so he leaned forward, extending his hand. "Then here. Wanna shake on it?" he offered.

Dr. Waxler stared at his hand for a moment, and then looked directly at him. "Why would you want to kill the neighbor's cat?"

Scott lowered his hand and slumped back in the couch, upset. "I don't," he complained. "He wants me to, and he doesn't want me to stop there."

"Who?" Dr. Waxler inquired.

"The yellow-eyed man," Scott answered, shivering slightly. "He comes to me in my dreams. Tells me to do things, awful things. But I tell him no, no, I don't want to!"

Dr. Waxler nodded and wrote down a few more notes. "What else does the yellow-eyed man tell you?"

Scott looked away, scared. "He…he has plans for me."

Dr. Waxler raised his eyebrows again. "What kind of plans?" but Scott didn't want to say since what he knew terrified him.

Scott was walking alone under a dark and creepy train track, when he heard something.

"Hello?"

As he got to his car, he saw a dark figure reflected in the window. Panicking, Scott turned slowly and saw that it's a man holding a knife; the man stabbed Scott twice, killing him, and blood flowed from his mouth.

Sam bent double and would've collapsed onto the ground if both Dean and Liz hadn't caught him; he gasped as the vision faded and swallowed several times. "Oh God…"

"What'd you see?" Dean asked as he and Liz helped their little brother over to the car and got him to sit in the front seat. "Sam?"

"I – I saw Scott Carey," Sam told them, recalling the vision. "He – he's been dreamin' about Azazel, and he can electrocute anything with just the touch of his hand. And – and then I saw someone kill him."

"Whose gonna kill him?" Liz asked, exchanging a worried look with Dean; they knew that Azazel had demons looking after all of the special children for the time being, and that they wouldn't protect the special children if they were killed by a human.

"I don't know," Sam admitted, frustrated. "It was too dark…but Scott's in trouble and we need to help him before my vision comes true."

"Okay, let's get goin'," Dean suggested as he headed for the driver's side and Liz go into the backseat while Sam buckled himself in. "We're wastin' time just standing around, chattin'." And drove off in a cloud of dust, determined to find Scott before he was murdered.

But little did the Winchesters know, Sam wasn't the only one dreaming about Scott's death, and they would be meeting that person sooner rather than later.

Peoria, Illinois…

A petite woman with shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes was lying in her bed with her boyfriend, Brady, when she woke up with a gasp, having just had the same vision as Sam.

"Hey, honey?" Brady asked groggily.

Ava stared up at the ceiling, breathing hard. "Oh."

"You okay?" Brady asked, not really awake.

"No, I just had another nightmare," Ava told him, partly lying. "It's fine, it's nothing. Just go back to sleep."

Brady frowned. "You sure?"

"Yeah," Ava promised and she laid down again, still panting, while Brady also went back to sleep, wrapping an arm around her waist. 'What's going on? Why am I having these dreams?'

Lafayette, Indiana…

"Well, here we are," Dean announced as they pulled into the city. "Lafayette, Indiana."

Sam just nodded, not really paying attention; after that last vision, he was worried that Scott would already be dead, which meant they drove all this way for nothing. "Great."

"Sam," Liz said, leaning forward. "We're gonna find Scott and we'll make sure that your vision doesn't come true."

Sam smiled slightly, which was better than nothing. "So where are we gonna stay while we're here?"

"The Blue Rose Motel."

Meanwhile, in a different part of the city, a middle-aged woman walked into the kitchen, where her stepdaughter, Mary-Sue, was sitting at the kitchen table, texting away on her cell-phone.

The woman tsked and went about watering a vase of unusual white flowers before turning back to the table. "Mary-Sue, where's your brother?"

Mary-Sue didn't even look at her. "Probably in his bedroom, Debbie."

Debbie sighed. "It wouldn't kill you to call me mom, you know, sweetie."

Mary-Sue scoffed. "Sure, like I'm really gonna do something like that, Debbie."

"Mary-Sue, could you please go upstairs and get Jared down here?" Debbie requested as politely as possible.

"Why should I? The brat isn't my responsibility," Mary-Sue retorted, not taking her eyes off her phone, and then protested when Debbie took it away. "Hey!"

"Mary-Sue Clarke," she lectured. "Jared is your brother, even if it's just by way of marriage, and as his big sister, he is your responsibility. Now you'll get your phone back, but first, get your brother down here please so that he can have breakfast before I take him to soccer practice."

"Fine." Mary-Sue stomped out of the kitchen and went upstairs; she went to one of the white doors, which had a nameplate on the front: Jared's room. Keep out! and knocked on it. "Jared! Hey Jared, get up and out of there. Debbie wants you downstairs pronto."

When she didn't get a response, Mary-Sue sighed, opened the door, and went into the action figure cluttered bedroom; a ten-year-old boy was lying in his bed, which had a Superman bedcover on it, and sighed again when she found that he was still asleep.

"Little brat," she muttered, making her way over to the bed, leaned over, and shook her stepbrother's shoulder. "Come on, Jared, wake up. Jared?" she frowned when he didn't respond. "Jared? Can you hear me? Jared?"

Worried now, Mary-Sue checked his pulse, which was strong and healthy, and tried waking him again. "Jared? Are you sick, kid? Please wake up. Jared? Jared!" terrified, she ran back to the hallway and began shouting. "Mom! Dad! Get up here! Something's wrong with Jared!"

At the Blue Rose motel, Dean and Sam were already in the room they'd rented, with the younger Winchester working on his laptop when Liz, who'd gotten some of the local newspapers, entered and promptly sneezed several times, surprising her brothers.

"You okay, Liz?"

"I-" Liz sneezed again and looked around the room urgently. "I – I think there's something in this room that-" and she sneezed again.

Reacting quickly, Sam got Liz some tissues while Dean searched the room, checking everywhere until he finally noticed a vase containing some unusual white flowers; sniffing the flowers, he felt slightly dizzy and decided that this was the source of Liz's sneezing fits.

Grabbing the vase, Dean hurried out of the room and went to the main office, where the owner was directing a couple to the local museum.

"Excuse me," he said once the couple was gone, "but my sister is having an allergic reaction to these flowers that were in our room." And he set the vase on the counter.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," said the owner as she took the vase and set it on the desk behind her. "I'll be sure to let the staff know not to put anymore flowers in your room while you're in town."

"Thanks." Dean turned to go, but then stopped and turned back. "Just curious, but what sort of flowers are those?"

"They're Nymphaea lotus," the owner answered. "They're also called Tiger Lotus, White Lotus, or even the Egyptian White Water-Lily; a new flower store in town has been selling them like crazy for the past five weeks."

"Thanks again." And Dean hurried back to the room, having realized that he'd seen that type of flower before and had smelled that scent once before, too. 'If this means what I think it means, then Liz isn't going to be a happy camper.'

When Dean returned to the motel room, he found both Liz and Sam at the table, going over the local newspaper and already had their dad's journal lying open on the table, and there were already several articles on Sam's laptop.

"I guess you recognized those flowers, Liz."

Liz nodded as she blew her nose. "Yeah, and I'm stating here and now, Dean, that you're not interfering in this particular hunt, got it?"

Dean nodded sheepish while Sam looked between them, confused. "Uh…it's a long story, Sammy."

Sam raised his eyebrows, skeptical. "The last time you both acted like this, it involved that shtriga creature," he pointed out. "Is this something similar?"

"Sort of," Liz admitted and glanced at Dean for a moment, "only it's not a shtriga this time, and it was my first solo hunt." She then tapped one of the articles and Sam read it aloud:

"'Children falling asleep and not waking up. In the past five weeks, two adults, three teens, and five children have all fallen into a deep sleep and all attempts to wake them up have failed; the doctors don't believe it to be any known sleeping sickness since the patients are remaining healthy and the hospital is feeding them all by tubes and IVs'. What's doin' this?"

"It's something from Greek mythology," Liz explained as she grabbed the journal and showed them the entry in it. "In this case, it involves the fifty daughters of Selene, Greek goddess of the moon, and Endymion, a young shepherd; the fifty daughters were referred to as the Menae that presided over the fifty lunar months, according to the calendar of the Ancient Greeks."

Sam was thoughtful as he read the entry their father had written, and vaguely recalled it. "I vaguely remember this one, both you and Dean were sixteen at the time right?" and his siblings nodded. "Which means I was twelve…I seem to recall three women wearing white dresses and they were barefooted."

Liz was both impressed and sad that Sam could remember anything about that hunt. "Those three women were part of the Menae."

"Were?"

Liz sighed. "I best start at the beginning. This all started in Athens, Ohio…"

`"'Dean and I were sixteen years old and you were twelve at the time; it was shortly after my and Dean's birthday, which was when dad gave me mom's ring for safekeeping, and we were in a small motel, and dad was preparing me for my first ever solo hunt.'

`"'John was sitting at the table with sixteen-year-old Liz, going over papers and maps needed for the hunt; sixteen-year-old Dean was sitting on the floor with twelve-year-old Sam, playing Uno.'

`"'Let's go over this one more time, Liz," John said, tapping a photo of an ancient carving. "What're you huntin'?'

`"'Three of the Menae," Liz answered, concentrating on retaining all of the information she needed. "Also known as the fifty daughters of Selene and Endymion.'

`"'Good," said John. "Now where is the most likely place they'd be using as a lair?'

`"'Most likely in a underground area that will be connected to the basement under the new flower shop," Liz responded, tracing the area on a map, "which is the only place selling the Tiger Lotus, rumored to be the very flower mentioned in Homer's Odyssey.'

`"'Good, now how do you stop one of the Menae?" John asked, impressed by how well his daughter was doing.'

`"'The only weak point on a Menae is the moonstone pendent they wear around their neck," Liz answered, "and the best way to destroy it is by using a spear that has a solid bronze tip." And she patted the wooden spear leaning against the table next to her. "Once the stone is destroyed, the Menae will be forced out of its' host body and will flee through another moonstone located somewhere in the lair, unless it's also destroyed, then the Menae will fade away into nothing.'

`"'Perfect," John told her, pleased. "Ready to go?'

`"'Ready," Liz responded as she stood, grabbing both the spear and her bag, which she swung over her shoulder.'

`"'John grabbed his own gear and turned to Dean, who was watching them while Sam shuffled the cards for a new game. "Dean, Liz and I are going out to hunt, and I need you to stay here with Sam. Don't stay up too late.'

`"'Dean frowned, not liking that he couldn't go on the hunt. "I don't see why I can't go along," he complained. "I mean, Sam's old enough to stay here on his own, and I should be there with you guys to help.'

`"'John shook his head. "Not this time, Dean. This is Liz's hunt, and she's the only one who can get close enough to these things and destroy them." Turning away from Dean's disappointed expression, he bent leaned over Sam and messed up his hair. "You listen to your brother, okay Sammy?'

`"'I will," Sam promised, looking up at them. "Come back safe, please.'

`"'We will, Sammy," Liz promised, and then both she and John headed out.'"`

Liz sighed as the memories faded. "Dad and I had done extensive research and we knew that the power of the Menae wouldn't affect me as strongly as it would a man, which is why it was up to me," she explained. "It should've only taken a few hours, but someone had to meddle." And she glared at Dean, who looked back at them both guiltily.

"I said I was sorry!"

"You almost got Sam killed, you jerk!"

"Shut up!" Sam ordered and they both stopped talking, frowning since he used the Jedi mind trick on them both. "Okay, let's all sit down and talk about this calmly." And Dean reluctantly joined them at the table. "Now, we still need to talk to Scott, but we also have this case to work on at the same time, and we'll need help in order to do both."

"What sort of help?" Dean asked.

Just then, Penelope Garcia's face appeared on the computer screen, grinning at them all.

`"Hey, guys!"`

"Hey, Penelope," Sam greeted, grinning at his siblings' confused expressions. "When Liz showed me the articles about what's happening to the kids, I emailed Garcia to let the others know in order to help as backup. Plus I also told her about my vision, too."

`"I've told the gang, and Hotch, Morgan, and Emily are on their way there from Chicago,"` Penelope informed them. `" Gideon, Reid, and JJ are needed back here, but they'll provide any advice that they can, too."`

The Winchesters were surprised that the BAU team was so close. "What're they doing in Chicago?"

Penelope quickly told them about Morgan visiting his mom and sisters for his mom's birthday, being framed for a boy's death, and also the fact that their friend had been molested as a kid by a trusting member of the community, who was now in jail for both the murder and the harm he'd done to Morgan and many other boys.

"Yikes," Dean muttered. "Poor Morgan, that doesn't sound like fun."

`"No, kidding,"` Penelope agreed. `"I hope everything works out, guys. Talk to you later!"` and she signed off.

"Same here," Liz agreed. "The Menae only feed every hundred years or so, and this is my last chance to finish what I'd started all those years ago."

"That's something I don't get," said Sam, tapping the journal. "If the hunt failed, why did dad write about it in his journal?"

"It wasn't a complete failure, Sam," Liz corrected him. "Despite Dean interfering, I managed to defeat two of the sisters, destroying both the moonstones they were wearing and the ones they would've used to escape; the third sister managed to escape, and the kids she was feeding on all died the moment she was outside the city limits. You see, Sam, their physical forms faded away hundreds years ago when Greece was conquered by the Romans and everyone stopped believing in the ancient gods of that era."

"So, that's why they need a host body," Sam said, realization dawning on him. "What about the process of feeding on these kids?"

"Well, the pattern goes like this," Liz answered. "Every hundred years, three of the Menae go to a small town or city, set up a flower shop, and get rid of the competition by placing the owners of the other flower shops and their assistants under a sleep spell that can only be lifted if they lose their physical forms. The sisters then sell those flowers, mostly to families that have children between the ages of three and twelve, and it's those flowers that let off a scent that leaves everyone drowsy, so that at night, one of the sisters can enter the home, find the child they want, and place them under the same sleep spell without harming them; basically they sleep forever, or at least until their bodies shut down on their own after about ten years."

Sam was stunned. "So, how many kids do they feed on?"

"Each sister places the spell on thirty children each," Liz responded grimly. "So that basically means they feed on ninety children each time; they hide in their lair once they have the right amount of children, and slowly feed on their life force until it's completely gone. Once that happens, the Menae leave to rejoin the rest of their sisters, and aren't heard again until another hundred years have passed. Eleven years ago, I interrupted that process before they could complete it, and I managed to save sixty children, the two shop owners, and their assistants, but the other thirty died, and I'm not goin' to let that happen again."

"It won't," Dean promised. "This time you'll get the Menae and end this once and for all."

Liz smiled sadly. "Thanks, Dean, that means a lot."

Meanwhile, as the sun went down, a dark figure was crouching on the roof of a building directly across from the motel, and was watching the room that the Winchesters were in.

'Well, well, well,' Gordon thought, smirking. 'I come here to track down this Scott Carey kid and kill him, and now I just happen to find the Winchesters, too. Well, once I deal with Scott, I'll go after Sam next, and get some payback out of both Dean and Liz for last time.'

A/N: Oh boy, Gordon and an new monster at the same time. R&R everyone!