The profile had been assessed when it became clear what the unsub was searching for in a victim, considering all three women were almost identical. His desire to kill them was based solely off appearance, which was concluded by Morgan, who pointed out to everyone that none of the women knew each other in the slightest. With that information, they could have also concluded that the killer was searching for a sexual release, however Prentiss and Reid inspected the bodies and visited the coroner's, both times ending up with no evidence of rape or sexual assault. The women had apparently willingly followed this man since there was no sign of them being knocked out, or they had been drugged, which seemed more likely (especially since there was some kind of poison in the women's systems). The profilers had decided that they were looking for a male either with Renfield's Syndrome, or who was obsessed with Satanism, who wanted some kind of power over these women, hence why he would hold them captive for so long and slowly drain them.
The entire time they were discussing the unsub, Sam and Dean restlessly squirmed in their seats, wishing someone would listen to them. They knew what they were hunting, and they damn sure could figure out a way to cage him, but the profilers all had little belief in the supernatural, and certainly weren't listening two men who were impersonating agents. Dean was especially annoyed by the end of the profile when all the police officers left the room and returned to their posts, practically banging the front legs of his chair against the tile flooring with impatience. Gideon had approached them multiple times, saying they could leave the room and head on down to jail whenever they gave him their full names. The only keeping Dean from spitting in the agent's face was the heel of Sam's boot digging into Dean's toes. If there was anything he hated, it was being ignored. Sure, they had been held by officers before, but this time he hardly even had a chance to defend himself.
When it seemed as though everyone was preparing to exit the room, Sam hatched a tiny plan. Silently, he hoped that the younger agent with the sandy brown hair would be the last to exit the room, and his prayers came true when Reid stayed behind to examine the pictures for just a moment more. Morgan made a joke about Reid just before stepping entirely out of the room, which was when Sam made his move. "Psst!" Sam hissed, attempting to lean forward slightly in his chair. Reid paid no attention to the brothers, continuing to focus on his work. "Hey, uh," Sam paused, cursing himself for hardly being able to recall the agent's name, "Reid!
It was then that the man Sam was calling to finally turned around, a displeased look written all over his features. "What?" he practically whined. "Look, I understand, it sucks here. But you two were impersonating federal agents, and that's a very important strike in the book of law." Dean chuckled and watched as Sam struggled to think of something to reply with. "However, you do seem to know basic vampiric lore, so I'll give you credit for that much."
"Wait!" Sam said, blossoming with ideas once more. "I know about more than just vampires! I know what's been kidnapping and murdering the women!" Reid managed a skeptical look before heading over the table and grabbing his satchel, slipping it over his neck and one shoulder. He stuck his head out the doorway and called for J.J., ordering for her to watch Sam and Dean while he searched for one of the other agents. J.J. silently slipped into the room, sitting across from the brothers at the table, sifting through cases upon cases inside folders. They both groaned as she acted as though they weren't even there, salting the open wound of them being held in a police station.
Elsewhere, Morgan smiled as he spoke on the phone with Penelope Garcia, the technical analyst for the BAU, pleased to hear the information she had managed to dig up. As it turned out, there were similar kidnappings and murders, however, none of them were in the area, and they had happened at least a two years ago. In that case, no one was ever arrested, considering the crimes suddenly stopped. Police were never able to locate the unsub, but now it was seeming as though he had reappeared in a new location. The victimology was more or less the same, confirming that this was obviously the same killer. "Thanks, Baby Girl," Morgan remarked, closing his phone and looking up to Gideon, repeating all the information he had just been fed. There was a collective feeling of urgency within the agents. If the unsub had paused his killings once, who was to say he wouldn't do the same thing twice?
"Guys, this is insanely urgent," J.J. said when everyone was together once more (including Sam and Dean who excitedly leaned forward in their seats, hoping they could be released to kill the Djinn); "there's a woman in urgent care, says she doesn't know what happened. Her name is apparently Kathleen. She lost a large portion of blood - enough to be considered crippling - and also said she was," her face contorted in confusion, "dreaming the entire time. She said everything felt so real in the dream until she saw her son, who's been deceased since Kathleen gave birth. She said she woke up after allegedly commiting suicide in her dream to see if it was true or not. I don't have all the information, so someone needs to go see her in the hospital." Hotch nodded, volunteering to go speak to the first surviving victim. "There's a new place that's considered a crime scene, which was where she was found, just outside of an old, vacant factory. I suggest checking that out as well."
At that point, Dean couldn't stand sitting idly by, quietly, any longer. "Don't go alone," he said sternly, scoffing when everyone turned to gaze upon him. "What? You're dealing with someone who's obviously dangerous. Having backup just seems like common sense if you ask me."
"Yeah?" Morgan questioned, "well nobody did, so shut it." Dean's jaw dropped, but the cautious look from Sam kept him from retaliating. "I'll check out the factory. Reid'll come with me. Prentiss, and I mean no offence to someone who could clearly kick anyone's ass, you should stay as far away from the guy until we've got him busted, you fit perfectly fit the image of women he's been kidnapping." Prentiss nodded, clearly with no offence taken. "Although, Reid's awfully pretty, maybe I should take Gideon in his place?"
Reid rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Yeah, very funny, Derek." Morgan gently punched his arm and chuckled when Reid pulled away in an attempt to avoid contact. "Besides, we need Gideon here in case some other information arises." Everyone collectively agreed, including Hotch, which settled the plans.
In the SUV, Reid and Morgan found their way to the abandoned factory through J.J.'s instructions. The place was eerie, which was typical for places that had been ghosted such as this one. The two agents were told that Kathleen was found wandering around the outside of the factory when an officer had found her and noticed how out of her mind she was, immediately bringing her to the hospital. It was a miracle that she was even lucid enough to walk around and interact with the man, but it had saved her life. However, the whole dream thing still stood out to them as strange. It wasn't that people couldn't or didn't dream when unconscious, it was moreso out of the ordinary that she woke up when she realized what she was seeing was false. Reid had added that realizing one is dreaming very rarely causes them to awaken.
He and Morgan were cautious as they approached the building on foot, guns drawn and loaded. Morgan motioned for Reid to check the front while the former of the two adventured around the back to see if there was anything behind the building. Morgan crouched slightly as he navigated around the building, regretting his choice to wait until nightfall to examine the building. As he rounded one of the four walls of the rectangular building and ended up standing completely behind it, he paused for a moment to catch his breath. He slowly walked against the wall, finding a door that would lead him inside and immediately entering. There wasn't much more light inside the factory, and it was just as vacant as J.J. said it would be: there was practically nothing inside the entire building despite how large it was. Little shadows were illuminated on the walls from the light fluttering in through the windows. He quietly touched his earpiece and told Reid that there was nothing to be found around the back and that he had come inside, a bit off-put when there was no reply.
Then he could feel it: the presence of someone else. He wasn't alone, and he wasn't sure if it was Reid or a stranger, so he found a wall and pressed his back against it, gun defensively raised in front of him. He could see that something was moving by the way a larger shadow disturbed the light shining faintly on the floor a few feet away from Morgan. "FBI!" he shouted, pushing that feeling of fear down until it had practically dissipated; "I know you're here!" He waited for a reply. If it were Reid, some snarky remark would have come out of the dark, but instead the dark only seemed to grow larger around the agent.
He should have seen the fist coming when it smacked him down from the back of the head. He was pinned down more quickly than he would ever admit. Whoever was holding him down despite his struggles had skin pale like the moon and eyes quite literally shining with a rich blue. Morgan's eyes widened as he attempted to push the figure off, calling out for Reid to assist him. However, Reid was still trekking around the building, having misread Morgan's motion and heading in the wrong direction . The figure's knees pushed down onto Morgan's arms, giving it access to its arms. It reached an arm out and stroked Morgan's neck with a cold finger, its entire arm radiating the same blue light as its eyes. Morgan squirmed, silently praying that he was just seeing things. Which was ironic, considering that in mere seconds he was slipping off into a dream state, forgetting he was ever in the factory. The figure smirked, revealing sharp teeth, and hoisting Morgan up by his waist. Sam and Dean were right the entire time, not a single person caring to believe them, and now the Djinn had another victim.