So I had the idea of making a SPN/CM cross-over...with slash xD

I thought it would be pretty interesting to put Dean and Derek together because they are similar to one another, but yet they would butt heads quite a bit. The idea kind of sparked when I saw this pic someone made on deviantart of the characters from CM with their SPN counterparts because of similarities. Derek was matched with Dean, and I think Reid was Sam. In other words, this idea wouldn't leave my head until I typed it out lol.

Also, I hope to write the final chapter of the case on Valentine's day. So the updates will coincide with whatever the date I upload them on/ I'm not saying the unsub will be caught or not either lol

I will update my other fics don't worry! Please review and tell me what you guys think about this one! Thank you

Chapter 1: February 5th

"Oh, so you think you're a tough guy then" Derek sat down from his pacing around the gray, and dank interrogation room. He eyed the man sitting, who had a smug look on his face. The man had dark brown hair, in a crew cut style, large green eyes and full lips still adorned with a look of self-satisfaction. The same look of which case made Derek see red when he tackled him to the ground earlier that day when he tried escaping from one of the crime scenes.

The BAU traveled to Wyoming for yet another grisly case. For the past five years on the same date, in which case was Valentine's day, a young attractive woman of various ethnicities in their early twenties faces would be mutilated beyond recognition(except for minor dental records which were the team's saving grace) heart torn out. The unsub would leave the women in the middle of the town's intersection, arms splayed in various directions and angel wings drawn in chalk underneath them at dawn where everyone would be asleep. The unsub however, up the ante in their serial crimes for the past three years by choosing three women at least three weeks before Valentine's day with the same form of torture and signatures.

The BAU immediately jumped on the case knowing that they would not get another chance to catch the unsub until the next year. They were however regretful that they were not aware of the case sooner once the unsub had a change in their behavior for the past three years. While hoping for the best they still trudged on to solve the uniquely frustrating case as soon as possible.

As soon as they arrived in Powell they decided to go to the previous year's first victim's homes; Erica Zarole, Gina Peters and Isabelle Berns. Rossi was paired with Hotch for Erica Zarole, Derek with Prentiss and Reid for Gina Peters and Isabelle Berns, while J.J stayed at the local police station with Garcia to establish base.

Derek drove one the SUV's through the small town, Prentiss riding shotgun giving directions to Gina Peter's home and Reid in the back seat looking through the case files.

"This place it?" Derek questioned Emily as they came upon a clearing. Emily looked at the map tracing her finger along the direction they went to where they were now in concentration.

"Looks like it" she replied folding up the map. Derek nodded, now driving closer to the house. The house was made of brick and looked to be more than a decade old. Once Derek parked near the curb Prentiss and Reid unbuckled themselves putting on their gloves. Derek repeated the actions before cupping his hands around his mouth blowing hot air into them.

"Did the temperature just drop in the last thirty minutes while we were on the road?" he asked incredulously, stepping out of the SUV. He shivered a bit.

"You're from Chicago, you should be used to this weather" Prentiss replied through chattering teeth. Reid wrapped his arms around himself as the group made their way other to the house.

"Since Chicago is one thousand two hundred and ninety four miles east away from Powell its even farther away from Canada, making Powell considerably colder due to its closeness with the North pole"

"What he said" Derek said smirking at Emily. She rolled her eyes sniffing before she sneezed.

"Bless you-what was that?" Behind the door of the house in front of the group, a large thump was heard and then an even louder crash. They slowly pulled out their guns in position, creeping to the door of the house as quietly as they could. Derek took his place on at the very front, Prentiss at the left and Reid on the right of him.

"FBI open up!" Derek called out. He heard cursing from the other side of the door and his brow furrowed. The only person that should have been living in the house was the elderly mother of Gina. He heard a gruff male voice behind the door. Could it have been the unsub?

Derek nodded in Prentiss and Reid's direction before kicking the door down, allowing the trio to crab walk in. They raised their guns to a man groaning on the floor near the staircase holding his head. Derek looked about the trashed room. Glass was scattered around the floor near the staircase.

What looked like…sugar? No…salt? The unmistakable sodium chloride chemical compound crunched under his feet leading from a broken line at the door and a straightened line at the nearby windows.

"Hands up!" Prentiss called out aiming her gun. Reid followed suit and Derek the same breaking his concentration from their odd surroundings. The man quickly raised his hands before sprinting off to the back door. Derek ran after him tackling him to the ground quickly.

"Give me your hands! NOW!" Derek shouted.

"Okay, okay geeze!" the man lifted out his hands in surrender before Derek grabbed them and cuffed them. "On your feet, on your feet!"

"Damn, do you really have to be so rough?" the man grunted as Derek jerked him towards the house again. The two of them walked through the house, Derek half dragging the guy who looked to be in his mid-thrirties and physically fit.

"That was a dumb thing to do. Running away from FBI. What are doing in this house huh?" Derek asked yanking the guy to face him.

The man laughed lightly. "Nothing special, just redecorating for grandma"

Prentiss and Reid lowered their guns finally being able to look around the home.

"Call for back-up from the station. I'm taking him in" Derek said leaving, dragging the suspect through the door. His team nodded, Reid pulled out a phone calling for back-up.

"Listen officer-" The man squinted at Derek's chest looking for a name tag. When he couldn't find one he glanced up at Morgan smiling sheepishly. "Gee, I don't think I feel comfortable talking to someone who claims to be a cop and I don't know their name…how about you let me go huh? I'll forget this little understanding never happened. Whadda say?" The man flashed an easy smile at Derek, wiggling his eyebrows.

Derek fought the urge to narrow his eyes at him. He was displaying some classic narcissism or alpha male behavior. One seemed to lean towards the other, but it was a little difficult to tell which one exactly while trying to keep his reactions content so that he didn't fuel this punk's arrogant fire.

"What were you doing in Marcel Peters' home at ten thirty this morning?" he asked, keeping his tone even. The man's face dropped slightly but then presented confusion.

"Well my grandmother usually needs help getting around… I love that old ba-I mean granny" he said smoothly before clearing his throat.

"Your grandmother huh?" Derek asked raising his eyebrows. He leaned in closer to the man. "So where is she right now? We looked around the house and there was no sign of her being there"

Reid and Emily found out as Derek retreated to the police station there wasn't any indication whatsoever that the home had been lived in for weeks at least…except for the fact that the guy in front of him was tossed around in it by someone…or something.

"Her Pilates class? Granny sure loves to stay in shape?"

"Are you asking me? Or telling me?" Derek frowned crossing his arms. The man in front of him suddenly laughed, leaning away from Derek.

"I still don't know you're name officer. You don't have anything on me either…I don't even have a lawyer present" he replied back.

Derek eyed him carefully again to analyze his behavior. Even though this man was trying his damndest to remain calm and cool, Derek noticed he seemed a bit defensive and nervous around him. Derek found it odd that he barely looked him in the eye, but for everyone else he did. He even accidently flirted with Reid thinking he was a woman. Of which Derek found hilarious but pf course Reid didn't.

"Look man," Derek let out a sigh tapping his fingers against the table briefly. "I'm trying to help you. You're facing possible incarceration because of 19 murders in the last thirteen years here…don't let me get started on the trespassing and missing person-"

"I'm tellin' you officer I was just checking to see if she was there! I mean c'mon!" The man smiled innocently at Derek. "Do I look like I could do wrong?" he winked causing Derek's breath to intake ever so slightly. He wrestled with the newfound feeling in his gut, putting it in a chokehold and pouring gasoline on it before throwing a few lit matches.

No. He liked women.

Sexy, beautiful, smaller frame, soft, curvy or slightly thin, large or small breasts, comfortably fitting vaginas for his-

Females.

Derek Morgan loved women.

This guy was just messing with his head anyway like any other suspect. Charming him was something all suspects usually did to get out…

"I thought you said you were checking on her? Now you're implying you weren't sure she was even there?" The guy's face dropped again. The two looked up to hear the door opening an Hotch step out nodding to Derek. Derek got up from his seat.

"Don't go nowhere" he threw over his shoulder. The man chuckled.

"Wouldn't dream of it sunshine"

Derek's eyes glanced at his own reflection on the metal door as he turned the knob, only to see the guy biting his lip and watching Derek's backside unashamedly and appreciatively, unbeknownst to knowing that Derek could see him.

He quickly slammed the door shut, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Scratch that. Hoping the most hopefullest of all hopest hopes his eyes were playing tricks on him. He ran a hand over his face as Hotch turned his head from his position at the two-way mirror.

"He's hiding something" He commented turning back to view the suspect in the room.

"Yeah, I gathered that…" Derek stood beside Hotch still annoyed that the farthest he got was bupkis.

"What he isn't hiding is the fact that he's attracted to you though" Panic spread on Derek's face. He saw? If Hotch saw then his eyes weren't playing tricks on 's mind drifted to when the guy flirted with Reid earlier...that was no accident. Oh, to have sweet ignorant bliss again.

"What makes you think-?" he flubbed only to have Hotch turn to him again. "We could use that to our advantage in this case. Find out what he knows to go further along"

"But Hotch, how do you even know he's attracted to me? Also, what if he knows about the unsub, or is he the unsub?"

"He doesn't fit the profile" Hotch said simply. Derek's stomach dropped.

"Our unsub is a psychopath. He feels nothing for these women and chooses to show that on one of largely celebrated holidays in the world. The most romantic one at that" Hotch pulled out his phone pressing a few numbers.

"As for my reasoning on the fact that he is attracted to you…is obvious. I think you know that Derek." Derek sighed again eyebrows knit together.

"So, you think I should make a deal with him?" Derek asked disappointedly. Hotch's eyes snapped back up to Derek closing his phone.

"I don't think, I know you should. Get his information. Subtly express some mutual attraction to him while getting him to help along the way" Hotch picked up a notebook and pen from a table nearby handing it to Derek. Derek begrudgingly took the items and looked to the ceiling for strength. He opened the door to see a smile spread on the guy's face. Ugh.

"Hey, its my favorite officer-"

Derek glared darkly at him as he took his seat. "Write down your information"

The man looked at him curiously. "Wow, I wasn't expecting this to happen so fast! Where are you taking me to dinner?" he said wiggling his eyebrows again. Derek scoffed letting out a bitter laugh.

"Don't flatter yourself. We're giving you a deal. You tell us what you know in exchange for letting you go. Now sign"

"Oooh I love it when a man in uniform-"

Derek slammed his fist down. "Sign. Now. Or you can forget about ever being released from here."

The man gulped taking the pen in his hand and scribbling his name and number in the notebook. He slid it gently to Derek the smug look on his face again. Derek picked it up making his journey over to the door again.

"You never told me your name" the guy sing-songed. Derek stopped in his tracks rubbing his temples.

"Derek Morgan," he said gruffly, opening the door and trying to rush out as quickly as possible.

"You can call me Dean, Derek Morgan" Dean said, cheerily placing his hands behind his head, leaning back and gleefully enjoying the view of Derek's gluteus maximus again.

UH. So how was it? xD

This is sort of a dramatic comedy type thing with slash thrown in.

Review please and tell me what you think. I know it's kinda different from what I usually post.

I will be updating The Reid Experience soon since I have updated the

Thanks for reading btw! :)