Supernatural: The Benders
A/N: Six reviews?! OMG! I can't believe how many people are enjoying my first crossover, and so I'm uploading this chapter today and I'll upload the next chapter in two days. Just so you all know, there will be some dialogue missing since I'm putting in the BAU team, and so this had taken a while to write, especially when I had to change the birthplace of John Winchester after the season 8 episode when we got to meet Henry Winchester after he popped out of the closest.
Also to clear up a question I got, this takes place during the first season of Criminal Minds, and so the BAU team consists of Jason Gideon, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, Elle Greenaway, and Penelope Garcia; characters like Emily Prentiss and David Rossi won't show up until later in the series, and if you want to know more about Criminal Minds, watch the episodes, and you'll be glad you did.
Read, review, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or from Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.
CHAPTER TWO: THEY'RE HUMAN?!
Soon the entire BAU team was on their private plane, flying to the airport that was closest to Hibbing, Minnesota, and was going over the case, which included everything that Penelope could pull up on the Winchesters.
"So what do we have on the Winchesters?" Hotch asked; he was certain that there was an unsub responsible for the people who were disappearing, but it was bugging him that someone who was suppose to be dead was actually alive, and wanted to know everything about the Winchesters.
"Well, a fair bit," Penelope answered, passing around folders, "and this includes their father, too."
"Let's start with the father then," Gideon suggested, putting on his glasses and flipped the folder open, which already had a picture of John Winchester in it. "What do you have on him?"
"Okay, John Winchester is originally from Normal, Illinois, born on July 18, 1950 and in 1958, his father, Henry Winchester disappeared without a trace, so he didn't really have a father figure in his life. John dropped out of high school in 1966 at age sixteen, joined the Marines, and served in Vietnam, obtaining the rank of corporal and a lot of medals, until 1973 when his tour of duty ended and he moved to Lawrence, Kansas, where he married one Mary Campbell, and started a auto repair shop with a man named Guenther."
"What's his marriage life like?" Elle asked, curious.
"Well, looks like the typical marriage with some verbal fighting…the usual stuff," Penelope answered. "Dean and Elizabeth are twins and were born on January 24, 1979, and Sam was born on May 2, 1983, five weeks early; now this is where things get scary…on November 2, 1983, when Sam was six months old, Mary died in a fire that started in the nursery, John was able to get his children out, but he couldn't save her despite his best efforts."
Morgan frowned as he flipped through the folder. "According to this police report, the fire was caused by faulty electrical wiring," he read. "And yet their dad seems to think it was something else altogether…something evil."
"And all four Winchesters have been on and off the grid ever since," Reid added. "Apparently their dad made a point of making sure that they still got a decent education, sometimes going to as many as four different schools in a single year. Both Dean and Liz got decent grades, nothing below a C, while Sam got straight A's, and in high school, he got a full ride to Stanford University; he went there for two years until his girlfriend Jessica Moore died in an accidental fire in the bedroom of their apartment on campus, and then he dropped out after the funeral."
"Fire sure does seem to follow this family around," Elle remarked. "But I still don't know how Dean Winchester can be both dead and alive at the same time. How's that even possible?"
"I guess we'll have to ask him ourselves when we get there," Gideon concluded. "Of course, I'm curious about all these reports about digging up graves and burning the remains; apparently the cops have found traces of gasoline and salt in the graves."
"Well, there are some cultures who believe that if you burn the remains of someone who died, then you get rid of any spirits that might linger after dying a violent death," Reid remarked, getting a eye roll from Morgan. "And there seems to be that there were odd things and a lot of deaths going on prior to the burnings, which then stopped once the remains were destroyed, along with anything that they might've left a part of themselves on."
This got a few chuckles and eye rolls from the other members of the team as they continued looking through the rest of the information and figuring out a game plan for when they got to Hibbing.
Unaware that the BAU team was on their way, Dean was sitting on a bench outside the County Works Department building, waiting when Kathleen came behind him, holding printouts of the camera footage.
"Greg," she said, getting Dean's attention, and he stood up. "I think we've got something." And she handed him the printouts and he looked through them. "These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program," she explained. "These images were all taken around the time that your cousins, Sam and Liz, disappeared."
Dean frowned as he flipped through the pictures. "This really isn't what I'm looking for."
"Just wait, wait…next one," Kathleen suggested, Dean turned the page, and saw an image of a rusty pickup truck driving. "This one was taken right after both Sam and Liz left the bar. Look at the back end of that thing. Now, look at the plates."
Dean turned another page and saw a close-up image of the pickup truck's license plates. "Oh, the plates look new," he remarked. "It's probably stolen."
Kathleen nodded. "So, whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved."
Just then, a beat-up van drove by, and its' engine was whining loudly.
"Hear that engine?" Dean asked, something occurring to him.
Kathleen nodded. "Yeah."
Dean kept listening and thought of what Evan had told them. "Kind of a whining growl, isn't it?"
Kathleen shrugged, unsure of what he was getting at. "Sure."
Dean stared at the van as it drove away. "I'll be damned," he mumbled to himself. 'We're not dealing with something supernatural, we're dealing with sick people!'
Pulling their strength together, both Sam and Liz were trying to kick down the door of their cage while clinging to the bars of the roof, but they failed and dropped to the floor, exhausted. The noise of their attempts did wake up Jenkins, who groaned and woke up. Surprised, Sam rushed over to talk to him through the bars of their cages.
"You're alive," he said, relieved as Jenkins groaned again. "Hey, you okay?" he asked.
"Does it look like I'm doin' okay?" Jenkins asked, annoyed.
"Where are we?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Jenkins answered. "The country, I think. Smells like the country."
"You're Alvin Jenkins, aren't you?" Liz asked, joining her brother.
Jenkins nodded. "Yeah."
Both Sam and Liz sighed, mildly annoyed at their luck.
"We were lookin' for ya," Sam informed him.
Jenkins gave them both a skeptical look. "Oh, yeah?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue," Jenkins told him.
Sam could agreed with that. "Well, our brother's out there right now, too. He's lookin' for us. So-"
"So, he's not gonna find us," Jenkins cut in. "We're in the middle of nowhere." And he nodded towards the door leading into the building. "Waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us."
"What are they?" Sam asked. "Have you seen them?"
"What are you talking about?" Jenkins asked, confused.
"Whatever's got us, what'd they look like?" Liz asked.
There was a loud noise and Jenkins stared at the door, scared. "See for yourself."
Just then, the door to the building opened and two men wearing black coats and hats walked in; one man walked over to Jenkins' cage and kicked the side of it. Reacting, Jenkins moved back into the corner. Meanwhile, the other man went to a panel of buttons attached to a pole in the middle of the room; he inserted a key into the panel and twisted it, causing the door to Jenkins' cage unlock, and the men entered.
"Leave me alone!" Jenkins shouted, frightened. "Don't you take me, leave me alone!"
Instead, the men placed a plate of food and a tin cup of water in front of him; they then left the cage and walked over to the panel. One of the men twisted the key again and removed it, locking the cage, and, after using a stick to hit the bars of Sam and Liz's cage, making them jump back, they left, and Jenkins quickly devoured his food and drink like it was gong to be his last meal.
Sam and Liz exchanged a shock look. "I'll be damned. They're just people."
"Yeah. What'd you expect?" Jenkins asked, his mouth full with meat.
"How often do they feed you?" Sam asked, ignoring the question.
"Once a day," Jenkins answered. "And they use that thing over there to open the cage." And he pointed to the panel.
"And that's the only time you see 'em?" Liz asked.
Jenkins nodded. "So far. But I'm waitin'."
"Waitin' for what?" Sam asked.
"Ned Beatty time, man," Jenkins answered.
Sam and Liz both sighed, frustrated. "I think that's the least of your worries right now."
Jenkins raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
"What do you think they want, then?" Jenkins asked.
Sam didn't answer right away, but both he and Liz did reached through the top of their cage and grabbed a long metal wire, which was covered with plastic, stretching from the top of the pole to the ground, and they tried to pull it down.
"Depends on who they are," they grunted.
"They're a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks, if you ask me," Jenkins remarked. "Lookin' for love in all the wrong places."
Instead of responding, both Sam and Liz continued to pull on the wire, and it gradually started to detach from the pole.
After determining just how far the pickup truck went down the interstate and Dean left for his motel, Kathleen was sitting at her desk, looking at a picture of both herself and her brother, who'd gone missing three years ago and still hadn't been found. 'Riley, where are you?'
Normally she would've arrested Dean on the spot for pretending to be a state officer, but she'd received word from the BAU, who would be arriving the next morning, not to do anything hasty that would tip him off, and so she was keeping up the charade that Dean was Greg Washington.
Fueled with determination, both Sam and Liz were still trying to pull the metal coil from the beam.
"What's your names, again?" Jenkins asked.
"It's Sam and Liz," Sam grunted.
"Why don't you give it up, Sammy, Liz, there's no way out," Jenkins suggested.
"Don't…call me…Sammy!" Sam shouted through gritted teeth; they both groaned and finally tore the coil down, knocking them both onto their bottoms, which caused a small piece of metal to fall on the floor also.
"What is it?" Jenkins asked.
Moving to his knees, Sam picked it up and looked at it.
"It's a bracket."
"Well, thank God, a bracket," Jenkins said sarcastically. "Now we've got 'em, huh?"
Just then, there was a strange noise, and, suddenly, Jenkins' cage unlocked itself and opened, but nothing happened to the cage that both Sam and Liz were stuck in.
"Must've been short," Jenkins guessed and he carefully climbed out of the cage. "Maybe you knocked somethin' loose."
Sam and Liz both shared an uncertain look, there was something wrong about all of this.
"I think you should get back in there, Jenkins," Sam suggested.
Jenkins stared at him, like he was mad. "What?"
"This isn't right," Sam said, worried.
"Yeah, if we really did short something out, then our cage should've opened as well," Liz agreed, concerned.
"Don't you wanna get out of here?" Jenkins asked, surprised by their reluctance.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. But that was too easy."
Jenkins sighed, giving up on them. "Look, I'm gonna get out of here, and I'm gonna send help, okay, don't worry."
"No, I'm serious," Sam protested. "Jenkins…this might be a trap."
"Please, don't go," Liz pleaded.
Jenkins refused to listen. "Bye, Sammy, Liz." He pushed open the door and left.
"Jenkins!" Sam and Liz both shouted, but he didn't come back.
On the other side of the door, Jenkins was in another room similar to the one he just left; he found an exit and left.
In the first room, Jenkins' cage slammed shut, making both Sam and Liz jump.
Jenkins was walking around the outside of a rundown house, where he just happen to find a knife on the ground and picked it up. Thrilled, he looked up to the cloudy night sky.
"Thank you."
And he started running into the woods.
Jenkins continued walking when he heard a noise and raised his knife before running in the rain. Before long, a man in camouflage jumped in front of him and knocked him down with a long knife; Jenkins fell to the ground, but stuck his own knife in the man's leg.
Surprised and yelping in pain, the man stumbled, allowing Jenkins to get up and run away.
After a bit, he reached a clearing, and looked around, lost. Suddenly, another camouflaged man appeared and put his knife through Jenkins' leg, and then removed it as he fell to the muddy ground, crying out in pain. The second camouflaged man appeared, and they both pointed their knives at Jenkins, who tried to stab at them, but got his knife knocked away. The men watched him and laughed as he got up and ran away.
Jenkins kept running, but tripped over a thin wire on the ground; the men caught up to him and raised their knives.
Back in their cage, both Sam and Liz could hear Jenkins' screaming until it suddenly stopped, and they knew that they weren't ever going to see him again. At least, not alive.
"I'm scared," Liz whimpered and Sam pulled her close.
"Same here, Liz, same here."
A/N: So much for Jenkins, he should've listened to Sam and Liz; so, like I said before, the next chapter will be up sometime in the next two days, and that'll be when Dean meets the BAU team. R&R everyone!
