CHAPTER 3

A/N: Ok everyone, time to add the Supernatural boys to the mix. Enjoy!

Morgan: "How can it be neither? An animal sure didn't do all this."

Magan: "Well … it looks as if you are dealing with a different type of Supe. Who you really need to be consulting is a Hunter."

At the same time …

Morgan: "What's a Supe?"

Prentiss: "What's a Hunter?"

Hotch, Rossi and Reid watched intently, while at the same time Garcia and JJ looked puzzled.

Magan: "Supes are supernatural beings. Vampires come to mind; but did you really think there weren't any other types out there too?"

JJ: "Are you kidding me … us?"

Magan: "No … think weres, shifters – of which there are two kinds, a third sub-species of vampire, sirens, demons, fairies, witches, angels, spirits, zombies. I hear there was a maenad running around – gone now, and you should be glad for that. I know there is more, I just can't think of any others off the top of my head."

The team just looked at her, dumbfounded.

Magan: "You asked, most people just don't want to know."

Rossi regained his composure first.

Rossi: "You mentioned Hunters … what are they?"

Magan: "People don't tend to believe in supes unless they have had an experience with one, usually involving someone they love being killed. Some of these people want revenge – and they know the authorities won't help them. They study how to find and kill evil supes; even have an informal network through which they trade information. They tend to be loners – though some work in pairs or very small groups. The best of them are part special forces, part researcher and part con artist. Unfortunately for you, one of the best and most experienced pairs is wanted by the FBI."

Rossi: "Why's that?"

Magan: "You would know the reasons better than I do."

Hotch: "Garcia, did you bring your laptop in?"

Garcia: "Right here boss."

Rossi: "So what are their names?"

Magan: "Dean and Sam Winchester."

Rossi: "Why do those names sound familiar …"

Hotch: "I think we were called in to create a profile for them."

Garcia: "Here we are … Dean Winchester, he's a hottie."

Magan smiled a dreamy little smile.

Garcia: "Do you know him well?"

Magan: "You could say that."

Hotch: "Garcia, what is he wanted for?"

Garcia: "Hmmm … breaking and entering, credit card fraud, kidnapping, assault, robbery, impersonation of a law officer, several counts of murder, bank robbery, grave desecration, body theft, resisting arrest …"

Hotch interrupted her, "And the brother?"

Garcia: "San Winchester, cute – in a puppy dog sort of way. Not much on him, mostly accessory. Went to Stanford on a full ride in pre-law, was even accepted into law school– then he fell of the grid just after his girlfriend died. So, do you know him too?"

Magan: "Not as well, he doesn't like me too much."

Hotch: "These guys are the best? You think we should ask them for help?"

Magan: "Let's see - Grave desecration and body theft, did you know that the way to get rid of spirits and ghosts is to salt and burn their mortal remains? B & E and robbery, let's see … cursed objects, salt and burn again. Murder, some of the monsters stay or revert to human form when they die. Kidnapping, ditto. Assault, ditto. Impersonation of a law officer, great way to get access to information that will confirm it is something they hunt or not. Credit card fraud, well they don't exactly have a paying job now do they? They need some way of paying for food, fuel, lodging and ammunition. Resisting arrest, wouldn't you if you knew what they know?"

The team sat and reflected on what she had just said, trying to decide if they wanted to believe her. Still, once you knew vampires exist it is hard to say there couldn't be other things out there which went bump in the night. Rossi seemed to contemplate what he had just heard before asking,

Rossi: "So how would we get a hold of them?"

Hotch: "David …"

Rossi: "We have next to nothing Hotch, and who or what ever it is will kill again in four days.

Hotch started to say something and then sat back, resigned. The rest of the team looked at Magan expectantly.

Magan: "I could try calling Dean, see if he knows anything." She glanced outside, "It's dusk, I need to change and get to Fangtasia … do you still want to meet with Erik?"

Hotch: "Yes, we will need his help. All the victims were last seen at vampire clubs, our hope is to find a lead at one."

Magan: "Okay, I'll arrange for all of you to be able to meet privately with him." She walked over to a table and removed a business card from a drawer. Turning it over, she scribbled something on the back and handed it to SSA Aaron Hotchner. "Go get settled in your hotel. At 11:30, all of you come to Fangtasia. Skip the line and go straight to the person at the front door; give them that card, it should be either Pam or Jessica. They will have their orders on where to seat you, follow their directions and you'll be fine." Looking the group over, she commented, "Try to look a little less law enforcement and a little more casual." She walked them to the front door.

After the team drove off, Magan went to the kitchen, removed a disposable cell phone from a drawer and hit the speed dial button. While she waited, she started scanning documents into a laptop.

"Hello?"

"Hi Dean, it's Magan."

"Hey, wow … how are you?"

"We have the FBI here in Shreveport …"

"Are they looking for us?"

"No … there has been a killer moving from state to state for the past 3 months which they think may be a vampire; took them over 2 months to figure it out. Anyways, they think we are next in line so they sent their BAU team to profile it. Having never profiled a vampire before, they decided they needed to talk to Erik and I – me being human and all being a plus for them. They showed me the crime scene photos and reports – I don't think it is a vampire or a human."

"You think it's something we hunt, don't you?"

"Yeah, I even slipped and said they really should be consulting a Hunter."

"You didn't …"

She laughed a little and said, "I did, told them all about the other nasties out there …"

"How'd they take it?"

"Surprisingly well, after they were done being dumb-founded. I know they believed me, being a telepath is so helpful sometimes - of course, it was a lot easier for them to believe since they came here to talk to a vampire." She paused and continued, "We're making all of them show up together. I aahhhh … also happened to mention they have one of the best pairs of Hunters on their wanted list. You have quite the extensive record there …"

"Well, what can I say, you know what I do." Magan could hear the cocky grin on his face.

"Yeah … after they read off a list of charges – I listed the charges back to them with alternative explanations …"

Dean let out a forced laugh, "What they say to that?"

"They believed me again. Some of them think it's okay, some of them think there is still no excuse. One of them was convinced enough to at least ask if it was possible to contact you."

"And so you called me …"

"Yes … so if I tell you more can you give me some ideas? I'll finish scanning and e-mail the crime scene info to you so you won't have to waste time getting it."

"Sure … yeah … you have the address?"

"Of course."

"I'll have Sammy do a little research, when do you want me to get back to you?"

"They are supposed to be at Fangtasia at 11:30 tonight to meet with Erik, so if you could call the private line after that time it would be nice."

"So late?"

"It's early to us – someone still has to feed."

Teasingly Dean asked, "So you're not having them feed him?"

"Oh you're funny, no we aren't – this isn't personal for them. Now can we get back to the matter at hand, I need to get over to Fangtasia soon …"

"You're calling from the house?"

She smiled to herself, "Oh yeah … you remember the fun we had here?"

Dean smiled to himself, "Yeah … I sure do. So why do they think Shreveport is next?"

"Who or what ever it is travels along the interstate highway system, we show up next in line."

"And the reason they think it is a vampire?"

"The victims were all exsanguinated and have a pair of puncture marks over their femoral artery."

"Sounds vamp to me."

"Yeah, but I've seen a lot of bites and these don't look like any bite I've ever seen. If they are bites, they're at a really awkward angle for where the bite is located. Then there are the bruises on wrists, ankles and necks. Due to where the marks are, if it were a vampire they would have been so enthralled with lust there would have been no need for restraints. The other working theory is that it is a group of humans from the Fellowship of the Sun trying to stir up hate against vampires. Still there were no drugs in any of their systems – so I don't think it is a human either."

Dean suddenly got serious. "I have an idea – send everything you can and let me make a few calls. I'll get back to you."

Magan teased, "Not going to give me a hint?"

"Nope, but I think it might be something I met before."

"Sending info now."

"I'll call you on the private line downstairs at midnight."

"Alright … thanks, we'll owe you."

Jokingly he said, "Does this mean I get wild sex again?"

She laughed, "Do you really interested after all that went on last time?"

Slightly seriously, he replied, "I wouldn't want Erik involved this time …"

"Was it that good?"

"Ahh … yeah … I think you know that already."

"It may be a case."

"You're right … I'll call you later."

"Okay then, thanks, bye."

Wistfully, "Bye Magan."