No Rest For The Wicked, Part 3

They know the hunters are coming. They have something that resembles a plan – knowing they can't be killed gives them a small amount of confidence. Reid has more of that than any of them; Hotch just thinks it's only a matter of time before someone figures out how to kill at least one of them. Still, it's a plan, and it's all they've got.

Reid finds himself walking out to his car by himself, as is part of the plan. The others left early; to keep up appearances (because Strauss still hasn't figured out they've moved in together yet, somehow) Reid stays late to work on reports, like he always does. He finishes late, sends out a message to Hotch that he's on his way, and heads to his car.

He stops maybe twenty paces away. His is one of a handful of cars still there. Still, there's someone else, someone behind him. Reid reaches out, touching the mind of his new stalker. During his time at the FBI, he's mastered the art of not wincing at every little thing that seems wrong. He's learned that his team takes such winces seriously. What he finds inside this man's head, however, has him wincing.

"Don't you know you shouldn't sneak up on an FBI agent?" He turns around. Alan stands there, gun leveled at his chest, cane in one hand. The hunter smirks.

"You mean the psychic, Spencer Reid?" he taunts. "I know all about you and your merry band of freaks. I know how you can kill with a touch – and bring the dead back to life." Two other men come out of the shadows, shotguns at the ready. These two Reid automatically recognizes as the brothers, Sam and Dean. He reaches out, taking stock of the situation.

And suddenly, their half-assed plan becomes clearer in his mind.

Reid?

I have an idea.

"Look," Sam says, shooting Alan a glare, "we don't want to hurt you. We just need to talk to you, that's all."

Reid lifts his chin. "Then why the guns?"

"Because you're dangerous, you freak." Alan snaps. "The guns are for our protection."

But Reid's listening for it, and he can hear already the dissention. Sam hasn't figured out how Alan jumped from coincidence to psychic killers, and Dean just really wishes Alan would shut up before Reid decides to call for backup. Reid raises his hands. "I don't have my gun. I'm not dangerous."

"Just means you aren't in a position to argue." Dean says. He motions with his gun. "Come on. Do as we say, answer some questions, and no one gets hurt."

Reid nods slowly. He has a feeling this is going to be messy, and the FBI parking garage is no place for this. Besides, he knows where they're going. Meet me there, he tells Hotch as he allows Dean and Sam to lead him to a black Chevy Impala. Make sure you're in a position to stop things if they won't listen to reason.

Sounds like I may not have to. Hotch replies. Reid – call Castiel. You're going to need the extra protection.

I won't have to. Dean keeps thinking about someone called Cas, and I think that's our angel. He must know the hunters.

He senses Hotch nod. Be careful, kid. Morgan whispers. Reid reaches out and hugs him even as he lets Dean put him in the backseat of the car. At least it's not the trunk. Reid's not sure he could handle it if they decided to put him in the very dark trunk.

Turns out, they don't go very far. Dean drives, Sam sits up front, Alan is in the back with Reid. They go halfway across the city to an abandoned construction site. It's supposed to be a new set of office buildings, but the company lost funding before they could be completed. Now they're four walls, a catwalk that goes all the way around the walls about 40 feet up complete with a half-wall to keep people from falling off, and that's it.

It's closer to the mansion than it is to headquarters, and without looking Reid already knows the team is there. They're spread out across the catwalk, crouched behind the half-wall, guns drawn and ready to fire. Even Garcia is there; she's at the backdoor, ready to provide a distraction if that's what it takes to get Reid out of a sticky situation.

He's never felt more loved.

Sam guides him to a chair and has him sit down. Dean ties his arms behind his back. The two of them join Alan standing in front of them. Reid automatically tests his bonds. Dean knows how to tie a knot; he's not getting out easily. He looks up at the hunters calmly. "If you want to talk, do it."

Dean and Sam exchange looks. Thoughts flit by so fast Reid can't catch them, but he knows there's doubt and uncertainty. Dean is the one who decides to interrogate him. "Okay – I'm Dean, this is my brother, Sam, and our friend, Alan. This is gonna sound strange, but we hunt down supernatural evil, and someone brought you and your team to our attention."

Reid blinks. "Supernatural evil."

"Yeah. Ghosts, demons, werewolves, vampires – there's a whole world out there you can't imagine." Dean says dryly.

"At least ghosts follow rules." Reid says. At their surprised looks, he adds, "What? I read."

"Okay, let's just cut to the chase." Sam says. "I don't want to stick around here any longer than necessary. Look, someone told us that you brought a dead man back to life. Is that true?"

Reid doesn't even blink. "Yes."

Dean's expression morphs from easy watchfulness to complete shock. "How?"

"That's a very long story I don't care to share with strangers." Reid retorts. "Will you let me go now?"

That's when Alan slaps him across the face. "Don't backtalk us." he hisses. "Just remember who's in charge here."

That's not us. The realization shocks Dean. The kid's got all the cards here. He's too calm, even for an agent. Something's not right. We're so screwed.

Reid ignores Dean, focusing all of his attention on Alan. He's the one who initiated this whole mess; his mind has to have some clues. Hotch and Rossi reach out, anchoring Reid as he digs deep in Alan's mind. What he finds has him recoiling in shock and anger.

"Alan Foyet?"

The name comes out a snarl, and he feels Hotch tense up in his mind. Sam and Dean stand there, exchanging confused looks. Alan looks like he's been hit.

"That's my surname. The one I was born to. I was adopted when I was six months old."

"You're George Foyet's cousin!" The anger is rapidly building into rage. Sam and Dean back away, guns raised, unsure. Reid glares up at Alan. "All of this, because of what Hotch did to Foyet?"

Alan leans over him. "He killed my cousin. He beat him to death with his bare hands."

Dean finally finds his voice. "Is that true?"

Reid snorts. "Yes. But only to save his son." He never looks away from Alan. "You didn't tell them, did you? George Foyet has another name you might know him as – the Reaper. We tracked him down. Tried to arrest him, but he got away. He came after Hailey and Jack. He killed Hotch's wife, he threatened to kill Jack – what were you expecting him to do?"

Alan raises his gun. "Come and save you." His finger tightens on the trigger.

Then, like the voice of God, Rossi calls out.

"Drop it, or I'll drop you."

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An: And there is a good stopping point. This is so not going in the order I meant, but the characters demand, and I don't argue. So, part 3 down. Two more to go – a showdown between the BAU and Alan Foyet, and then what happens with Sam and Dean. Review, please!