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Author's Note:

Just to clarify, this takes place sometime after "Dark Side of the Moon" but before "Hammer of the Gods" during season 5 for Supernatural and during the season 2 episodes "The Big Game" and "Revelations" (episodes 14 and 15) for Criminal Minds.

This story still is self-betaed.


Update: Thank you evil-step-sister for pointing my mistake out. I accidentally screwed up and posted the wrong document. I have now fixed it, so this chapter is vastly different than what I originally posted.


Sam hardly looked up when Tobias walked back into the room with a bloody carcass in his arms.

"You need to eat," he said softly surprising Sam.

He looked up at Tobias and studied his face. He already deduced that this man had some sort of multiple personality disorder and there was nothing supernatural about it even though one of his personalities claimed to be the archangel Raphael. Other than that, he knew that there was another personality, a nameless hard ass. Sam figured that he was witnessing a third personality, a kinder one. This kind personality was no less dangerous than the other two, though.

"I'm sorry if he hurt you."

"And who was he," Sam asked, his voice revealing none of the emotions he was feeling.

Tobias ignored his question as he quickly walked over to Sam while taking his belt off. He moved to tie the belt around his arm, but Sam jerked back.

"Don't you dare," Sam yelled out.

"It helps," the man said calmly, trying once again to put the belt on Sam's arm. " Don't tell my father. He doesn't know they're here."

"It don't need it," Sam growled, pulling back again. He pulled back too roughly this time and the chair fell over. His body hit the ground followed by his head, making pain shoot through him. He was too disoriented to feel the needle go into his skin.


"Hey, I have got a list of narcotics and anonymous meetings. Someone's name and number is written on it, but this looks to be about twelve years old," Prentiss said, taking a page out of a book she found while searching the room.

"Try it," Gideon told her. He pulled off a part of the wallpaper and was surprised to see words written hidden underneath it on the wall. Prentiss moved to get a better view.

"Is that Latin?" she asked, unable to decipher the words.

Gideon read the Latin off before translating so that she could understand. "Honor thy father."


"Come on and pick up," Dean said impatiently into his phone.

"What do you want," a slightly irritated voice said on the other end of the line.

"Bobby, I need your help. Sam has been taken by some psychopathic human."

"Sam's what now!" Bobby practically shouted.

"Listen. They guy that took Sam is named Tobias Hankel here in Blue Ridge, Georgia. He was taken we we split up looking for the guy at his house. I can't go back there to try to find out where he's gone. The FBI is crawling all over the place. I've managed to read through the police files, though. This guy has nothing supernatural about him like we originally thought, and he always posts the video of his kills online."

"What do you want me to do?" Bobby said.

"In his house, the wacko has some crazy computer system. Do you know anyone who can hack into it? There may be something in there to help find Sam."

"I may know someone. He's not exactly a hunter, but he knows what's really out there and helps other hunters where he can. I'll give him a call and see if he can help"

"Thank you," Dean said relieved.

They hung up without another word, and Dean pocketed his phone. He was standing in the middle of the rundown motel room that he and Sam rented a few days before. He felt exhausted, but he refused to rest until he found his little brother.

Dean dropped down onto the edge of his bed and bent down his head, closing his eyes.

"Cas, if you are hearing this, I really need you. Sam needs you. Please come."

He hesitantly opened his eyes and looked up, but the familiar trench coated angel was no where to be seen.


A part of Sam knew that what he was seeing was just a hallucination caused by whatever drug that bastard gave him, but it felt real to him. It felt like he was back reliving that night.

He was arguing with his father. They argued way too many times to count, but this time was different from the rest o the times. This time he had his bag packed with all of his belongings in one hand and his acceptance letter to Stanford in the other.

The scene unfolded just as it did when it actually happened and ended the same way. His fathers words ran through his head.

"Don't come back."


The next day, the detective drove up to Hankel's house. Morgan walked out to meet him.

"The corner puts Charles Hankel's death at approximately six months ago," the detective informed him.

Morgan thought it over, adding it to the information that he and the team already knew.

"Okay," he said. "That's got to be the stressor."

"Stressor?" the detective asked confused.

"His father's death is what probably set him off," Morgan explained. "What we need to do is focus in on that time period. See what was going on in his life, and maybe we can get a key to where he is hiding out."


"Tobias Hankel. I had thought about that boy in probably ten years," the man said handing the paper back to Prentiss.

She had tracked down the person whose name she found the night before. Now she and JJ were questioning him outside Hankel's house.

"So you two were in a program together," JJ said.

The man nodded. "He should tell you, but yeah. I was his sponsor. It's a small town. We all get lumped together. Me, I was just a drunk, but Tobias, he was a whole different sort of animal."

"So what was Tobias' drug of choice," Prentiss asked.

"Dilaudid."

"Drugstore heroin," she said, surprised.

He began saying that anyone need to self-medicate that it would need to be Tobias, and when they said that they believed he killed his father, he said," good for him."

He then launched into the story of Tobias' childhood. He told them how his father turned into a religion psycho that would take to breathing his beliefs into his son. Both were shocked to hear what it was like for Tobias when he was young, but they kept focused on what was more important at the moment which was finding him and rescuing the person that he had abducted.

"Is there anyone Tobias would turn to if he was on the run?" Prentiss asked.

"As far as I know, he never left home," the man said. "You know honestly, between his habit and the old man, I amazed he's still alive."


Morgan flipped through a journal that he found and frowned.

"There's something weird going on here," he announced. Hotch, Gideon, Reid, and the detective were in the room.

The went through the strange set up of the journals, and logically determined what the scuff marks on the floor meant. It didn't take them long to realize that Tobias was suffering from multiple personality disorder. Tobias had his own personality, his father's, and a third, Raphael who was the mediator between the two.

"We need to start profiling Tobias' father. He may be the one who chose where to go," Hotch said.


"Garcia, I need you to log into the system as Tobias' father," Morgan said walking into the room.

"The system was set up three months ago. The dad was already dead," Garcia replied.

Morgan leaned down and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know that smarty pants, but do it you're your boy anyway, alright,"

"Okay," she said and began tying away.

"Charles Hankel," he said supplying her with the username.

As soon as she was successfully logged in, all of the screens changed. All of the content that suggested a teenage user were gone. Violent images now littered the screens. There were videos of explosions, fires, violence between people, and more. It was a lot to take in for both of them as their eyes flickered from screen to screen.

"Wow," was all that Garcia could say.


Dean walked up to an apartment door. Bobby had called him back this morning saying that he contacted his computer friend. Lucky for Dean, the guy lived on the north side of Atlanta. It took him less than an hour to drive down and find they the man's place.

Dean knocked on the door. Less than a minute later, it opened to reveal a lanky male, who was surprisingly younger than himself.

"I guess that you are Dean," he said. Dean nodded in response.

"I'm Al," he said stepping back to let him in.

After Al shut the door, Dean followed him into a room that had a computer set up not unlike the one in Hankel's house. Although, Al's had only five screens.

"Bobby filled my in on the basics of the situation," he said sitting down in front of the computer and gestured for Dean to sit in the one pulled up beside him. "I've already started working, and I'm pretty sure that I am close to getting in."

"Awesome," Dean said.

Al began rapidly trying away at the keyboard, and Dean, not knowing what else to do, just started looking around. The room was pretty empty besides the computer equipment, but there was one personal object on the desk. It was a framed photo on Al and another man. They were both smiling into the camera, a scenic overview from a hiking trail in the background.

After about ten minutes with the only sound being the sounds of keys being kit, Dean needed to talk.

"So how did you get mixed into this whole hunter business? You're not like any other hunter I've met."

"I'm not really a hunter," Al replied, not looking away for what he was doing. "I'm not strong of coordinated, so actually hunting would just be a death sentence for me. Instead, I do what I do best which is computers. You're not the first hunter I've helped. I've had a number of them come to me."

"And you know about hunters because..."

"Ah my sob story," he said, glancing over to see the weird look on Dean's face. "It seems that every person that becomes any sort of hinter has some sad story that started it all."

"You don't have to tell.." Dean started to say but was cut off.

"No, it's okay. It was wendigo. I was out camping, and it attacked. A hunter came killed the monster but not before the thing killed my boyfriend," he said, his eyes glancing over to the photo on the desk.

"I'm sorry," Dean said feeling guilty about bringing it up.

"Yeah, well that's how it is in the real world. Mine's not the worst story, though. I've heard quite a bit about you Winchesters. I must say that I am happy to not be either of you two."

"I don't blame you," Dean said truthfully.

"Okay, I have almost got it," Al said still tying. "We should be able to see what is currently on his computer screens right... now"

Instantly, Al's computer screens filled up with varying video's and images, each one just as violent as the next. There was no doubt in Dean's mind about the state of Tobias Hankel's sanity now.

"Damn," Al said.


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Updated: 1/13/15