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"I am going to skin you alive if you don't let me out of this trap." The thing wearing Reid hissed. Morgan wanted to scream, or punch something, or both because this was just so wrong. Not that this was the worst threat he had ever received, but because it was Reid. Instead, he just raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you were planning to do that anyways." He said sardonically. The thing grinned at him.
"No, the death itself would have been quick, albeit painful." It leaned closer slightly, and Morgan resisted the urge to move back. Prentiss was sitting on the couch, silently watching the exchange and trying to wrap her head around this whole 'demon' thing. Compartmentalizing could only work so well in a situation you felt so out of your depth in. JJ had gone into the kitchen, probably to get away from the thing wearing Reid. She wouldn't think of this as Reid, and she needed something to call whatever was controlling her friend.
"You got a name?" She drawled from where she sat, drawing It's attention.
"Everybody's got a name, darlin'." It said, flashing a cheeky grin.
"Care to tell me yours?" She asked instead of correcting the nickname. It seemed to be thinking about how to answer that when there was a knock at the door.
"I can get that, if you let me out of this circle. I am the host of this fine get together after all." It said, and Morgan snorted before moving to get it. There were two men standing at the door, the shorter one's fist raised to knock again. They were both dressed in layers of flannel.
"You gonna let us in, or…" The shorter on asked as he lowered his hand, and the taller on stomped on his foot.
"Um, yeah," Morgan said, moving down the hall and leaving the door open in invitation. The profiler side of his brain noted that they acted like brothers, if they weren't actually related. There was a 'smack' behind him followed by a "What was that for?" from the taller one. JJ and Prentiss met them in the hallway, just out of the demon's sight.
"I'm Morgan, and these are JJ and Prentiss," Morgan said, using their work names out of habit.
"Yeah I'm Dean and this is Sam." The shorter one said, and Sam held up a hand in greeting. It wasn't nearly as awkward as Reid's wave, but the gestures were so similar it mad JJ want to cry.
"So, care to tell us what's going on here?" Prentiss broke the brief silence, a hand on her hip.
"Well, we need to see him for ourselves, but you were probably right about possession," Dean said.
"That's not what I mean." She said, and Sam tilted his head slightly.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Demons don't exist." She said bluntly. "And now our teammate is possessed by one."
"You don't-" Dean cut himself off. "Of course you don't know." He muttered.
"We don't know what?" JJ asked.
"The supernatural is real. All of it. Ghosts, demons, vampires, werewolves, ghouls, you name it."
"You can't be serious." Morgan scoffed. "I mean demons I can get behind, seeing as there's one in the living room. But… all of it? How would no one notice?"
"That's where we come in," Sam said.
"We hunt the supernatural, keeping oblivious people safe from the things that go bump in the night." Dean finished for him. "And so does your friend in there."
"Spence?" JJ asked incredulously.
"Well, he used to." Sam corrected.
"Speaking of…" Dean said, walking into the living room. The demon looked up.
"Got them caught up yet?" It sneered. Dean nodded.
"Oh, yeah. And now, I want to know, how did you do it?" He nodded toward Reid.
"Do what?" The thing asked, looking at him with Reid's large hazel eyes. Dean shook his head.
"Looks like you're going to need more motivation," Dean muttered, and he strode forward. He pulled out his gun and clocked him over the head, and the demon fell to the ground, unconscious.
"What the hell?" Morgan asked, outraged. The thing wasn't going anywhere, so why did he have to hurt Reid?
"We need to get him into a chair, and tie his arms down." He said, walking into the kitchen to grab one. Sam pulled the duffle bag off his shoulder and onto the floor, unzipping it to pull out rope.
"What are you guys, serial killers?" JJ muttered when he opened the bag. It had knives, guns, rope, torches, flasks, and number of other things.
"Hunters." Sam corrected as Dean walked in with a kitchen chair.
"You gonna help, or what?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow at the agents and his brother.
They secured Reid to the chair in the circle, waiting for him to wake up.
"How do you two know Reid?" Prentiss asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"We met as kids," Sam said, and Dean chuckled.
"I don't know if I would classify twelve-year-old Spencer as a kid." He shook his head. There was a low moan, and all of their heads whipped around to find the source of the sound.
"Asshole move, Winchester." The thing muttered.
"You know what else is an asshole move?" Dean asked as he strode over to it.
"What's that?" It asked dryly.
"Possessing Reid." He answered simply, and the thing snorted. "But what I want to know is why."
"Why what?" It asked again.
"Why go to so much trouble to possess someone like Spencer?" Sam asked.
"I needed a meatsuit, and this one was just so pretty." It said, smiling creepily. Morgan growled under his breath, but Sam just shook his head.
"How did you even do it?" The thing just looked at him, his mouth set in a firm line. He looked to Dean and he nodded. Dean walked into the circle and began unbuttoning Reid's vest. The thing growled and gnashed It's teeth, but Dean kept going.
"What are you doing?" Morgan demanded.
"Looking for his tattoo," Dean said, and the thing chuckled.
"Spence doesn't have a tattoo." JJ scoffed.
"Well, if that's true, I'm going to kick his ass," Dean muttered. "This tattoo keeps demons out. Any hunter who knows anything about hunting has one. Show em', Sam." He said, and Sam rolled his eyes but did as bid. He unbuttoned the top part of his shirt and pulled it down until the tattoo was visible. Morgan squinted at it.
"There is no way Reid has that anywhere on his body." He said, dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand.
Dean struggled to get the tie off, the demon growling curses the whole time.
"You got personal space problems or something?" Dean asked.
"I'm not as bad as him. He is objecting strongly to being undressed."
"That sounds like Reid." Morgan muttered. Dean had his shirt all the way unbuttoned and cursed.
"He doesn't have one anymore," Dean muttered grimly as he looked at the burn where his tattoo used to be.
A/N: So, I meant to post yesterday but my internet crashed :(. Thank you to all who have followed, faved, or reviewed!