Second to last chapter. I will promptly upload the last one right after. This took alll day to write, along with the last chapter. xD I can't believe it.

I apologize to those who were following my Morgan/Garcia story. ;_; I was supposed to upload the chapter Friday/or Saturday but I wanted to finish this story so bad.

But anyway, happy reading! :)

Chapter 4: February 13th Later that Day

"Dean" Derek said, stopping his and Dean's walk to the police station. Dean turned to face features on his face unreadable.

The two had just finished a long drive from the hotel, with Derek questioning Dean of the significance of him packing up his gun and bringing it with him to the police station was. He continued looking at Dean disapprovingly as he begrudgingly left it at the hotel and led Derek to the Impala, introducing the car proudly.

The whole ride went through the musical selections of "Ramble On" and "Traveling Riverside Blues" through an entire hour which drove Derek up the wall. He didn't really mind much hard rock music, but a hard rock overload was not what he expected or needed. Dean sung hummed, off-key, which kinda worked for him, to the songs that played.

In between that he spilled to Derek about eh many different other worldly things that he and Sam took care of on a daily basis. They originally thought that the Valentine's Day murders were actually sacrifices made by witches or minions of those witches. However, it turned out that a regular old psycho-path committed the crimes.

Dean wasn't too sure of the name of the guy, but the connection he had with the victims was that he worked as a tour guide for the town, helping the victims when they traveled to Powell for the local college or vacation. All of them reminded him of his young wife, who died tragically on Valentine's Day on a romantic getaway in the ocean. He later found out that his wife was cheating on him. He sought out women who reminded him of his wife. What else further amplified his delusion was that the women he hunted somehow cheated on who they were with. He believed he was punishing them, ridding the world of women who deceived their loves. Also according to Dean, he was able to find out that the mother of Gina Peters found the unsub, figuring out what he done.

She was promptly taken and injured along with the other women he kidnapped for this year's Valentines Day torture. He saw them as fallen angels, in justification to the wings he drew out in chalk on the pavement beneath their bodies. By leaving them out in the open as he did, the unsub hoped to educate the town on women who break men's hearts deserving the cruelest punishment as possible.

Those thoughts and more crossed Derek's mind as he stared at Dean.

"I just want to thank you for all your help. Everything. I mean it" Derek said placing a hand on Dean's shoulder and squeezing it. Dean shifted a little uncomfortably before nodding, averting Derek's eyes. Derek confused by Dean's reaction, removed his hand and stuffed it inside his pocket glancing around at the quiet area.

Derek recalled that throughout the entire ride Dean had made not one gesture to indicate his attraction to him again. He merely sung along with his cassette or talked about his and Sam's 'hunts' throughout the entire country over the years. Dean did seem a bit more open, that was for sure. But what Derek couldn't get out of his head was that fact that he actually missed the flirting and the care that was shown to him…

An awkward silence fell over them for awhile until Dean inched closer to Derek.

"You okay? I mean, even though you freaked out a little back there when I told you about what happened and what me and Sammy do-"

The front doors of the station cut Dean short, busting open to reveal Emily, Rossi and Hotch rushing off to the SUV's nearby. Hotch stopped when he spotted Derek. Derek sprinted over to the group Dean who followed close on his heels.

"We found them. We don't have much time until they die from their injuries" Hotch said opening the door to the SUV. He looked at Derek closely "You stay here, and sit this one out"

"Hotch I-" Before he could finish Hotch and the team sped out to parts unknown. Derek ran a hand over his head and then turned around to face Dean, who was staring intently at him.

"You look like hell" Derek recoiled at bit, but then realized his question as to why Hotch took one look at him and ordered him to stay behind was answered.

"That bad huh?" he asked into Dean's eyes before rubbing his head again.

"Let's go inside. I need to get Sammy anyways"

Derek nodded as Dean led the way into the station.

"Hey, handsome!" Derek whipped around at the voice and smiled at Penelope, who sat at a nearby desk in the station, a computer in front of her.

"Boy, aren't you a sight for sore eyes" Derek said happily walking over to her. She smiled but then glanced at him worriedly when he came closer. "Everything oka-"

"Well hello there sweetheart, what's your name?" Dean cut in leaning over Penelope's desk, a grin in place on his face. Derek frowned looking at him in disbelief while Penelope bit her lip holding in a laugh.

"No hablo ingles" she replied cheerily.

"Oh, not to worry sweetheart, we don't need english for what I wanna do-"

"Dean, can I talk to you for a second?" Before Dean could answer, Derek yanked him by the arm, dragging him off to a hallway passing Sam and Reid talking animatedly about something. Sam looked over briefly in concern until the two came out of view, rounding another corner.

Derek pushed Dean against the wall, an iron grip increasing.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Get off!"

"What the hell is wrong with you Dean? Huh? What was that about?" Dean snatched his arm away glaring at Derek.

"Look, I understand you've been through a lot in the last couple of days" Dean started, still staring Derek down. "but that gives you no excuse to-"

Derek tuned him out as he began realizing what was happening. Why had he acted like that? Was it because he hated to see another guy flirting with his Penelope…or because the guy in question was flirting with someone else instead?

"I dunno man. She doesn't seem your type"

Dean's eyebrows rose. "My type? "

"You're kidding right?" Derek scoffed. "I don't get you man-"

"Why don't you spit it out then huh? What's my type supposed to be?"

"Certainly not someone who doesn't have a dick hanging between their legs that's for sure-"

Dean suddenly swung his right arm, missing Derek who immediately ducked. Derek then landed a blow to Dean's right cheek, knocking him to the tile floor only to have himself kneed in the stomach. He doubled over with a grunt before launching himself at Dean, who did the same. Footsteps

"Dean! Stop! No!"

"Derek! Oh my god!"

Dean was pulled apart from Derek by Sam, who dragged him a few feet away from Derek. Derek in turn was held at bay by Reid and a few other police officers on hand. Penelope stood a few feet away with J.J worried looks on their faces.

Sam looked fearful at the officers and then Derek, wondering what was going to happen next. Dean snatched away from his brother stalking off down the hallway not caring if Sam followed him or not. Derek was finally removed from the clutches of the police watching Dean walk away, anger and frustration stirring in his belly.

"Derek" Penelope called out softly putting a reassuring hand on his arm. Derek ignored it, his mind still swirling with his actions and whether or not he wanted to run away to catch Dean or let him slip through his fingers.

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