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By the way, we have a plot! Yeah, can you believe it? I came up with a plot for this story! I'm so excited now! According to my calculations, this fic will have a total of 28 chapters! Hope everyone enjoys them!

BY THE WAY! If you enjoy this story, you should really read sgs09's informant series. They inspired this fanfic, and you should really check it out! The interactions between the Winchesters and Reid are amazing!

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Chapter 03

There were very few things that worried Spencer more than an Unsub killed during a case. Really, there were some things he could deal with, like werewolves, vampires, a sexual sadist… Those things were part of his jobs, he knew how to deal with them (sometimes he can't help but wonder when did his life become so messed up that dealing with supposedly mythical creatures and serial killers is just as normal as drinking a cup of coffee in the morning.). But a dead Unsub that came back to haunt you… Well, that was a whole different story.

Dealing with ghosts is not hard. It really isn't a problem for him (his first Hunt was a ghost, it's not like they can scare him after he was dragged to a grave when he was nothing but a seven year old boy). Some salt and burn action and the job was done. It's a very easy and very simple Hunt, really. Honestly, he wished most of the Hunts he went to were just vengeful spirits. It would make the job a whole lot easier.

But Unsub Ghosts are different from regular vengeful spirits. For one thing, they were slightly more sadistic (just a tiny bit). Take your regular spirit, for example. Say it killed about three people after its death by… what? A car accident? Yeah, let's go with that. Sure, it's painful and cruel, but it is not something that the spirits would have done if they were living. Now Unsubs… well, Unsubs usually did some crazy stuff while still breathing air. Sometimes Spencer couldn't help but wonder where they got all their ideas from (Is there some sort of website for ideas on how to creatively kill numerous amounts of people? Somehow it wouldn't be that shocking… Maybe he should tell Garcia to search for something like that one day). What vengeful spirits do to their victims is child's play compared to what a living Unsub does. Now, when that unsub is dead and he (or she. One thing Spencer learned is to never scratch out the possibility of a woman being the Unsub unless the profile strictly points to a male) for whatever reason, decides to come back from the great beyond, not only do they have their former creativity (which by itself is scary enough), but also have a whole new set of skills that they can use to kill people; skills that are not available to the living.

Yeah, Unsub Ghosts? Not fun to deal with.

Which is why he always salts and burns the bodies of unsubs killed during a case. Better safe than sorry, right? Still, every now and again the unsub had something that was really dear to them, and unless you also salt and burn said object, the spirit will come back (which just made the Hunt so much more difficult; there actually were a few cases in which the object was considered evidence, and Spencer had to figure out a way to steal it from the police. Really, it's a miracle Spencer is not in jail yet). And when that happened, well, Spencer would usually have to request a couple of days off so he could go to whatever state the unsub lived in and do his job. Asking the Winchesters to deal with was just out of the question. Sure, they would go on a Hunt every now and again by his request, but most of the time they were too busy preventing the Apocalypse or Hunting Leviathans (or whatever other Word-threatening problem they had that week) to go to the other side of the country to deal with an Unsub Ghost.

One of the worst case scenarios was quite recently, actually, much to Spencer's surprise. Usually when an Unsub Ghost shows up is right after his death. This time, it barely showed any signs of being there. For years he went unnoticed. It really was one of those Hunts that Spencer would never forget.

They were investigating a case in Georgia, two Unsubs with a dominant and submissive relationship were killing children they thought resembled their tormentors back in middle school. The fact that it dealt with bullying was already getting to Spencer; he was not being very helpful to the Team, and Derek was constantly worrying if he was okay. It's always hard when you can relate to the Unsub. Those two had been tortured by their bullies while in their pre-pubescent stage, and no one did a thing to help them. They said that it is part of growing up (if Spencer had a penny for every time he heard that idiotic excuse he would be able to pay for all the gas the Impala uses), and therefore left the two alone. One of them became the protector of the duo, the one who would stand up against the bullies and protect the friend. Still, said protector, the dominant in the relationship, was physically weak, and lost most of the fights. The other was quiet and didn't want any trouble, but started to admire his partner due to his emotional strength and courage. He became completely dependent on the other, and soon, when they were old enough, they started to kill children they knew were also tormenting their classmates. They would kidnap said children, torture them the way they tortured their victims, and then kill them, before throwing the bodies in a field and going after the next one.

It was a hard case, one that had Spencer questioning if the job was really getting to him considering he didn't feel much about the fact that children were being brutally murdered. But that wasn't what made it the worst Unsub Ghost Hunt Spencer ever had (even more so because neither one of them died). No, this case was what brought him to Georgia, which was the reason why Dean and Sam called him, asking him to check out some weird activity that was going on around that area. It shouldn't take long, they had told him; just a few hours, salt and burn some random body, then Spencer could be on his way.

What the hell was Spencer thinking when he believed things would be that simple? While Spencer may not share the Winchester blood, he certainly shared their luck.

This case concluded at the ungodly hour of 2AM. The Unsubs were arrested, the last victim found and safely return to his parents, everything ended in peachy colors and happy sunshine (well, not counting the three children that had died during their investigation), the happiest ending one can ever get while working at the BAU. Still, there was the pressing question of what to do next. They could go to the plane have their long 54 minutes flight back to Quantico (mind you, 54 minutes is a long time after nearly a week without any sleep, looking for Unsubs all over the state of Georgia)… Or they could sleep for five hours and live at 7AM.

The opportunity was perfect. Sure, Spencer would be tired the next morning, but he could always sleep on the plane and nap a little once he got home before reviewing possible new Hunts. Should be no problem, it's not like one more day without sleep would hurt him. And it would also get his mind off this case, which was something he desperately needed.

With that logic, as soon as Derek was snoring (he may deny as much as he wants… But Derek's snoring is louder than a werewolf growling) Spencer grabbed his messenger bag where he always had a mini Hunting-kit (includes an iron knife, a silver knife, silver bullets, gasoline, salt, holy water,… You know, what everyone needs to carry around everywhere in case they want to survive) and left the hotel. He made sure to deprogram his cellphones GPS (one questioning Garcia is something Spencer would rather not face again, thank you very much) and set out to the address Dean had sent him.

He really should have known something was off when Dean first told him the address. No, in retrospective, he should have figured out what was wrong when Sam read him some statistics (How odd was it that the younger Winchester was the one giving him the percentage on something instead of the other way around?) that said numerous people over the past few years had gone to the hospital due narcotic overdose-like symptoms. Then to make things even more obvious, apparently said ghost lurked around an abandoned graveyard, accusing those who came near it of being sinners.

In retrospective he should have figured out he was dealing with Tobias Hankel and his other two personalities.

Though, to be fair, Spencer thought Tobias had died (somewhat) peacefully. There was no unfinished business, and it seemed that Charles and Raphael had died as soon as Spencer's bullet hit the body, leaving only Tobias alive during those last few minutes. Tobias had no logical reason to stay behind and Spencer figured that if he was going to come back, he would have heard something about it a few months after the case, not years later.

Dealing with Tobias' ghost was incredibly frustrating. Spencer had already salted and burned the body (yet another reason why he never suspected he would return), so he had no other choice but return to the place of his nightmares and search for something, anything, that could have tied Tobias, Charles, and/or Raphael to this world.

It was quite the daunting task, to be honest. As soon as he entered the graveyard he was hit with memories of his time in Charles and Raphael's possession. He remembered the torture, the verbal abuse, the way they forced him to watch as other people were murdered in the screens, and then, to make things worse, forced to choose a member of his Team, his family, to die. He also remembered Tobias' kind words and his attempts to help him. He remembered how Tobias saved his life and relieved his pain. Yes, it may have caused some huge problems later on in his life, but the man's intentions had been pure. Spencer could not find in himself to hate Tobias for trying to protect him the only way he knew: By introducing dilaudid to him.

And if memories were not enough, there was definitely something wrong with the air in that place. That must be the doing of Tobias' doing; bringing a narcotic gas to the region in order to keep possible victims away. It would do the trick, he must have rationalized; most people would leave the place as soon as they sensed something weird in the air, making it almost impossible for Charles or Raphael to do anything to them. Unfortunately Spencer could not leave the place, at least not until he found what objects he had to salt and burn.

That was easier said than done, naturally. Spencer spent over an hour searching the place, collecting any objects that might have been of importance to the ghost (Ghosts? Would it be more than one hjost if it had dissociative identity disorder?). He gathered everything from Raphael's Bible to the syringes Tobias used to shoot up dilaudid with, collecting a total of about twenty different objects. Normally he wouldn't have been this careless (he was an experienced Hunter, after all. Son of the great Diana Reid, whose name was feared in the Supernatural World), but there were narcotics in the air, and Tobias' ghosts could appear at any second. Really, Spencer just wanted to get this Hunt over with as soon as possible.

As he put everything in his messenger bag (which now was weighting a ton) he made his way to the outside of the property, stumbling on his own two feet as the drugs finally started to take effect on his body. He was almost there, the car he had borrowed (not stolen) in sight, when someone called his name.

A shiver ran up his spine. He would recognize that voice anywhere.

Biting his lower lip, Spencer continued to go towards the exit, trying his best to not look behind or breathe too much. He needed to get out of there. He needed to get out of there now.

He closed his eyes, as if that would will the ghost of Tobias Hankel away. He was doing this to help him, Spencer told himself. Yes, sending his ghost to the great beyond was the best way he could repay Tobias Hankel for saving his life from Charles and Raphael. Burning the items in his bag was the only way Spencer could possibly atone for taking away the man's life.

He glanced behind, against his better judgment, only to find no one, dead or alive, standing there. For a second he imagined if he was hearing things, but then he turned back to face the exit, only to find the man who haunted both his dreams and his conscious standing in his way.

He was forced to stop. Maybe he could reason with him? If it was Tobias standing there, not Charles or Raphael, he could try reasoning with him. He had done that before with countless unsubs, right? Even tried reasoning with Tobias himself, though at the time it didn't work much to his advantage. He could do it. He could reason his way through it.

Of course, his Winchester Luck would not have given him a day off. Tobias' face, first one of despair and pity as he struggled to tell him to run, morphed into an angry snarl.

"You fucking sinner!" he said in Charles' voice.

Yeah, well, Spencer also had some very colorful choices of words to say to Charles, only they died halfway through his throat due to fear and fuzziness. It really was the perfect time for the narcotics to take away his ability to think, wasn't it? Right when he was facing the angry ghost of an unsub with dissociative identity disorder and was convinced that Spencer was a sinner who deserved to burn in hell. Even if reasoning worked on Charles (which experience told Spencer that it did not) he would never be able to say anything intelligent with the fog clouding his brain.

Had he known this would happen before going on his Hunt he would have asked for a day off instead of trying to fit it into a five hour period.

Before he could do or say anything, Charles Hankel had tackled him, his hands at his throat. His lip was curled above his teeth like an angry dog and his face was red, with veins showing popping out of the side of his forehead; had Spencer not shot him himself he would have wondered if the ghost before him was really dead. The anger and hate in the being was so great that the gravestones, placed in the soil so many decades ago, started to shake. Then the house and the fence surrounding the area followed their lead. There was no doubt in Spencer's cloudy mind that the unsub ghost was powerful to lift said objects and throw them at his direction if he ever attempted to escape.

One thing Spencer never did, however, was give up. Luckily for him his messenger bag was still in his person, and although now filled with useless junk (well, not useless, considering that at least one of those things was possibly what kept the angry ghost whose hands were gripping on his neck very tightly in the realm of the living), it still had some salt and an iron knife. At this point either one would be enough to get Charles (or was it Raphael now? He started screaming sinner and quoting the Bible, so Spencer really wasn't sure anymore) off of him.

And maybe it was a good thing that Spencer was being drugged. The knife was the one pulled out of the bag first, only Spencer grabbed it by the blade instead of the handle. With a swing of his trembling arm the iron handle went through Hankel's body. He cried in pain before disappearing, giving Spencer the perfect opportunity to drag himself out of the place.

His hand was bleeding, and now dirt had entered the wound (he would have to take care of that because it will probably get infected), but at that point the pain was dulled by the narcotics. He continued to drag himself, still too weak to stand up, through the floor, until his hands met the metal fence. He smiled, thinking all was over, when someone grabbed his ankle.

Charles or Raphael, whichever one had decided to surface now, tried to pull him back towards his person. Spencer glared at the ghost and tried to pull himself towards the exist, but the other was too strong (it was a miracle he was able to keep his ground like that). In a split second decision Spencer summoned all the strength he could find and warped his left arm around the fence, keeping him tangled there, while he held the iron knife in his mouth and, with his injured hand, grabbed for some salt in his bag.

It really was a good thing he was drugged, otherwise he might have heisted before using his injured hand to grab salt. Still, he threw it in the ghost's direction without blinking. Only a little bit touched the Unsubs' spirit, but it was enough time for him to let go of Spencer's leg, allowing the living man to crawl away from the haunted property. Without really thinking about safety (he was incredibly high at the point, mind you. His vision was blurry and his mind was in a haze. Most of what he did he did it out of instinct, for the great Diana Reid had taught her son well. Spencer could fight the Supernatural even if he was high, drunk, or in the brink of death. It was one of the things Dean liked to joke about, saying that if they ever went to get drunk they could just keep Spencer with them, because the man was even deadlier when his big brain wasn't rationalizing and interpreting every single decision he made. Bobby used to say that that was Spencer's problem; he thought too much and that hurt his Hunting. If he acted more on instinct, as he was doing right now, he could be as incredible as Dean, Sam, and maybe even his mother) he entered the car and drove as fast as he could.

There was a slight possibility that Spencer drove more than 40 miles above the speed limit, or that he drove on the wrong side of the road (Sam liked to tell a story in which Dean attempted to do that once, and when stopped by the police he pretended to be British in order to get out of the ticker. He later had to break out of jail, for Sam did not have enough money to pay bail… Or time to wait until Dean was set free by a judge). Maybe his lights were off, and Spencer was more than sure that there were a couple of signs that looked more like the faces of red Reapers than actual stop signs. But it honestly didn't matter; Spencer only cared that he was far away from the angry ghost.

He stopped after a while; almost falling off the car when he opened the door. There was grass all around and the sun was starting to rise. He walked in some random direction, not worrying about who saw him, before finally stopping, dumping all the twenty items he found on the floor and setting them on fire. He then fell on the grass, keeping as close as an eye as he possibly could on the fire, waiting to sober up a little bit before going back to the car.

When he arrived at the hotel he still had ten minutes before the alarm clock went off. Going to sleep clearly wasn't an option, so Spencer just took a shower, hoping to get all the dirt off his body. He only prayed that Derek was still too tired to notice that something was wrong with Spencer.

Derek was a caring, lovely, and adoring lover. He tried to cater to Spencer's every need, be there whenever the younger agent needed. Sometimes Spencer thought the other man was too good for him; he did nothing but lie to Derek on a regular basis, and Derek still tried to keep their relationship together. The guilt sometimes was too overwhelming. Lying came naturally when one was trained to be a Hunter since childhood. It was one of the requirements of the job; but that did not mean that he felt any less guilty about it.

And Derek knew Spencer well enough to know when something was wrong (was it too horrible that he often asked himself why his boyfriend had to be such an wonderful and perceptive guy? Oh, why the hell did he fall for a profiler? That's the worst job your lover can have when you have to keep so many secrets from them). That day had been no exception. Hotch gave them the rest of the morning and afternoon off, and Spencer and Derek decided to spend it together in the latter's home, cuddling on the couch and maybe doing something more.

But Spencer had taken narcotics. Not on purpose, of course, but still, narcotics were put into his system. And Spencer was an addict (one of the things he was taught while in group counseling was that you never stopped being an addict; you would forever battle that disease, forever struggle with cravings. To accept that would get him on step closer to better managing his problem). It didn't take long for the withdrawals symptoms to start (9 hours, he had learned, is all it takes for the withdrawal symptoms to reach its peak, though it is more common to take 14 to 21 hours. Again, his Winchester Luck was on his side.)

The first sign that he wasn't under the drug's influence anymore (which happened while Derek cooked them some breakfast at around 10AM) was when the cut in his hand started hurting. He mentally cursed himself for being so careless, and slipped into his lover's bathroom to access the damage. Like he predicted, it had an infection. It was more bothersome than anything else, though Spencer still had no idea how he would explain to Derek how he got the cut.

Then later in the evening it started; the muscle pains, the restlessness, the nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, chills, goose bumps, running nose, anxiety… It all started at around 7PM. The romantic night Derek had planned for them was ruined by the withdrawal symptoms. But worse was having to explain to Derek that no, he was not back on drugs. He told him he was craving, and that was it. It was the best cover up he could come up with while his boyfriend stood in front of him, arms crossed and brows knitted together in anger, as Spencer's hands moved one over another, in an attempt to keep still, ready to be scolded like a little child. The case had stressed him out, he said, bringing memories of not only Hankel (which Derek flinched when he mentioned his name) but also of being a twelve year old prodigy in a High School full of stupid teenagers (he still remembers how it felt to be tied to that pole, naked, for hours… And then to return home to know he was never missed, for his mother was in the middle of an episode… It hurted so much… Derek was the first person he ever told about the incident. Ethan didn't know about it… Neither did the Dean or Sam. Spencer could only shudder at the thought of what the two men would do if they ever found out). Derek had left the topic alone, deciding to silently be by Spencer's side while the younger one threw up in toilet, curled against his chest as chills ran up and down his body.

Spencer knew, though, that the subject would not die there. Derek was not in the BAU for nothing. He knew, or at least suspected, that Spencer was hiding something from him. It didn't help that Spencer never stayed the night due to Hunting trips, or that he was constantly drinking coffee to keep himself awake… Maybe that was why Hotch had called him to his office not long ago, demanding to know if he was clean. To anyone else who knew his history of drug abuse, but not of the Supernatural, his behavior would seem incredibly suspicious.

The worse part about having to Hunt Tobias Hankel's ghost was that he didn't even get it right. Apparently none of the twenty items he burned was what kept him tied him to Earth (which was just great. Spencer burned a Bible for nothing. That was getting him to hell. Maybe Crowley would take pity on him and arrange some nice comfortable chambers for his person? He could try negotiating… It worked on Unsubs, why not on Demons?), and the ghost was still out there. At first Dean had started yelling at him, asking how the hell did he lose such an easy Hunt, but Sam calmed him down (though Spencer knew the younger one had similar questions).

He explained to Sam how the air was full of narcotics, and how Spencer had to try and get whatever he could find as fast as possible, since he knew for a fact the body had been salted and burned already. As soon as the word narcotics escaped his lips, Sam was apologizing for giving him the Hunt, acting like an over protective mother he was and asking Spencer if he was okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine" he had told him "Apart from the withdrawal symptoms that are a pain to go through, I'm fine. I overcame it once, I can do it again."

It still made him feel like a cheater when he looked at his sobriety coin, though. After 4 years, 5 months, 6 days, and 3 hours clean, he had narcotics introduced into his system once again… It didn't feel right to say he was sober for that long while he had experienced the relaxing and overwhelming high of the drugs. He didn't consider himself 100% clean anymore, though he would never tell his Team that. The cravings had started once again, and sometimes it felt like not even Dean, Sam, Cas, and Derek could keep him away from the syringe long enough.

Which was another reason why creating a profile for Dean and Sam was such a good idea. Besides keeping his head away from the Shtriga he faced recently (How he hates those things), it would help keep his mind away from drugs.

With Garcia's help he was able to collect all the information that existed on the Winchesters (he should really teach the two brothers how to not leave a trail). He had given Rossi copies of the case files and asked his opinion on the unsub's profile ("It's clearly two different Unsubs Reid. The first case indicates to a sadist who gets off on physically torturing his victims, while in the other one you have robberies, where the torture of the hostages is more psychological and, I dare say, unintentional. Even the MOs are different; the victimology is not the same… It's not the same unsub, you should know that, Doctor.") and made his best to stay unbiased while he looked at John, Dean, and Sam's behavior (not taking Supernatural into account, of course)and created a profile of the three.

It was really shaping up to be a good presentation. He couldn't wait until he had everything ready and he could show his Team how the Winchesters were not responsible for those crimes, just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Things were really looking up… Yeah, he would arrive the next day, coffee in hand (already relieved that all his Team had passed the Holy Water Test) and present the profiles to them, clearing the Winchester name once and for all.

Or… At least that was what he hoped. Things took a very interesting and expecting twist the next morning.