Sorry that I took a while. I know this chapter is rushed and short, but it's the best I could do. Anyways, here ya are! Enjoy! R&R

"Kelsey Tanner and her boyfriend Joshua Wheaton, were found mauled and mutilated down by the borders of Lawrence, Kansas about 2 days ago." J.J. said as she handed out folders to the rest of her team.

"Six days before the incident, another couple was found, killed in the same manner, and six days before that, another couple was found dead in their house, clawed open."

Derek flinched as he saw the horrific pictures on the large screen in front of him. The most recent victims were torn up so bad, he couldn't even tell their sex. Their faces nothing more than bloody shreds. He had seen some pretty screwed up shit before, but this definitely took the cake.

"I'm not sure if anybody is capable of this." Reid said, practically studying the screen.

"When did they go missing?" He asked.

J.J. shrugged and said, "That's the thing, their parents didn't even know that they went missing until about four hours after their deaths, when the state police called them. These kids weren't abducted or anything. They were basically killed on sight, though the girl's body was found about 2 miles away from the car."

Derek shook his head, disgusted. "When exactly did they die?"

J.J. sighed, then said, "Around 3 in the morning. What I don't get though, is how they were killed in less than half an hour. Kelsey was on the phone with her mom 10 minutes before she died. A woman named Janice found their bodies 20 minutes after the phone call had ended."

Derek was taken aback. The effort it would have taken just to stab some 30 times was a lot, but to rip a person apart until they were basically unidentifiable would have taken several minutes, maybe even an hour under the circumstances this case presented.

"Maybe it was an animal?" Derek suggested, though he knew better.

"Highly unlikely," Reid began. "The deaths are following a certain pattern, each six days apart, and, there isn't any animal in Kansas that can do this. Even if there were, animals don't do this, no matter how annoyed, hungry or protective they are."

"Wow Reid, I actually understood you this time." Emily said, her face totally serious.

Derek let out a soft laugh, and even Hotch allowed himself a small smile.

J.J. however, seemed upset. "One more thing, there were fingerprints found on the window at the crime scene. They matched Dean Winchester's."

Hotch frowned. Dean Winchester was dead. But then again, he had faked his death before. And it only made sense that if Dean was alive, so was Sam. Great.

"J.J., are you sure? I mean they're supposed—"

"To be dead?" J.J. interrupted. She shrugged and said, "The fingerprints were a match."

"Son of a bitch," Derek cursed.

"If Dean Winchester is alive, then we have to get there as soon as we can." The rest of the team seemed to agree.

Hotchner had known Special Agent Victor Hendrickson, not well, but they worked on a case together years ago. He had known him to be a dedicated and proud man, and what had happened to him was absolutely horrible. Hotchner knew that Dean Winchester was a sadistic, delusional sociopath, but after discovering that he might still be alive, made him second-guess the man's intelligence. Of course Dean was smart, he managed to kill the FBI agent after him, and fake his own death. How many more people did Dean Winchester kill?

Hotchner sighed. "J.J., you and Morgan go interview the parents of the victims. The rest of you are coming with me."

Sam frowned as he watched his brother dig his face into a cheeseburger. Food fell out from his mouth and onto the tray. Sam looked away, disgusted. His appetite had gone long before he started eating, thanks to Dean. He shook his head, and flipped through a newspaper. Then, on the eighth page, Sam stopped. He found what he was looking for.

Young Couple Found Mauled and Mutilated Down by Lawrence the headline read. He began reading the article. Sam immediately knew what it was.

"Hey Dean, I think I found something."

"A wead on the Lebiathanfs?" He mumbled through a mouthful.

"Yeah, a wead on the Lebiathanfs." Sam mocked. "Maybe, I don't know. But this was definitely either a Black Dog or a Hellhound attack."

Dean nodded slowly, then swallowed and said, "Where to then?"

"Lawrence, Kansas."

"Okay," Dean wiped his hand on a napkin before scrunching it up into a ball and throwing it away. "Let's go, Agent Scully."

"One more thing, the FBI are already assigned this case, so, uh…"

Dean's goofy smile was replaced with a frown. "Oh, well this is just friggin' awesome! Remember our last run in with the FBI? Yeah, they just loved us."

"News Reporters?" Sam suggested.

"You're a genius," Dean said sarcastically.

"I'm just trying to help." Sam said.

Dean's face suddenly went apologetic, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he got up and left the cheap fast food restaurant, Sam following.