A/N: And the plot continues to thicken. Once again, thank you all so much for your continuing support! It's super amazing. This chapter is rather short, but it has some developments, and I promise the next chapter makes up for it. ;) Enjoy!

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Dean, more than anything, feels his brother's distress. He's in the middle of discussing "travel plans" with Agent Hotchner when his own sixth sense goes off the charts, and he hurriedly dismisses himself, sprinting back down the hall. He arrives at their soon to be abandoned abode to find Sam doubled over on the bed, looking like he's about to keel over in a puddle of his own recent upchuck. With a 'whoa,' Dean catches him before he can completely collapse, and pulls his long legs up into the bed, fetching a cup of water and a damp rag, which he silently hands to Sam. The younger brother looks at him with such unabashed gratification and self-pity that Dean doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"So… you wanna tell me what this is about?" Although he can guess, Dean figures its probably nicer to go at Sam's pace.

"Please…" and now Sam is begging, and Dean wasn't expecting that, and, boy, does his heart pay the price. "Can we just leave?"

Dean's eyes going from pillowy to steel in a matter of nanoseconds.

"Sure, Sammy."

Stepping just into the hallway, Dean gets the attention of Hotchner and motions him over.

"Hey. Sorry about… that. So, as I was saying. Sam had a vision, and I guess it was of this place during The Darkness. He's understandably freaked, and if there's even a chance of anything wonky going on here, I for one, would like to get out, too."

Aaron just stares at Dean with that impenetrable expression for the longest time before finally nodding. "Okay. Sounds good. We should stay mobile, anyway." Without any other words, he's off, heading to the room where Morgan, Reid, Garcia, and more recently Prentiss are all housed in.

Three of the agents are already up and moving, and the crease between Hotch's eyebrows deepen, but now it is in confusion. Prentiss catches the look, and a smile forms at the corner of her lips.

"We may have heard the conversation."

Hotch simply nods, turning away with a smile. "You've got ten minutes, then we wanna be out of here. Can you guys get Reid?"

Morgan replies in the affirmative, and Hotch is moving again, down the hall. He stops briefly by the brothers' room. Sam is up now, softly knocking on the bathroom door, while Dean gathers up the rest of their few moveable belongings. Hotch keeps going, out into the bleak parking lot where the sun is still up, lower now, and their car is sitting, just waiting for them. Hotch can understand Dean's fascination with cars. They're powerful and large, yet you're in control of the whole thing. It's complex machinery that's about as easy to use as a big bike. Of course, that's not all there is to it. He's sure Dean is into the details, but, being a profiler, Hotch feels the generalization probably fits.

He leans up against the hood of the car, folding his arms and watching the sky just start to blush with afternoon hues. It always seemed like the sun shone forever now. Although it was impossible, the days felt longer, almost infinitely so.

"Hey, Hotch."

The agent suppresses a jump, turning towards the source of the voice. He's surprised to see Reid standing there, leaning against a pillar and looking anything but good.

"Reid."

"What's going on?" 5

"We're leaving. Sam had another vision, about this place, so we're clearing out."

Reid frowns. He slowly walks over to join Hotch, arm wrapped loosely around his stomach.

"Where will we go?"

"I don't know. We'll figure something out when everyone else gets here." Hotch pauses. "How did you get out of the room? I thought they wouldn't let their eyes off of you."

Spencer smiles. "I can be sneaky when I need to."

"Speaking of, why the need? You could just as easily have asked one of them."

The smile fades. "You know me. I don't like being fawned over. Needed to get out of there-the atmosphere was nearing oppressive."

Hotch smiles.

"What?"

"It's just, that sounded exactly like something you'd say before… all this."

Reid cocks his head. "I'm still the same person, you know."

"I know," Hotch assures. "It's just, all of us are changed. Things are different. It was just nice."

Still slightly confused, Reid just nods. The door suddenly slams behind them, making the younger agent jump and spin, wincing, to find a furious Derek Morgan stalking towards him. He unknowingly edges towards Hotch.

"Hey, Morgan."

"How the heck did you get out of there? I swear, turn my gaze for two seconds…"

Hotch chuckles. Feeling sorry for him, he steps in front of Reid. "My fault. He came to see me. We're heading out anyway. Get him settled? I'll go get everyone else."

Derek smirks. "Try to compromise with me… We have the same profession, you know." But he was already heading towards the young doctor, opening the car door on the way.

Hotch smirks right back, slipping inside the hotel. His gaze slips around, before settling on the person he was looking for.

"Prentiss. You ready to head out?"

She gives him a tight nod. "Garcia's in the rest room. We'll both be done when she is and get to the car."

Satisfied, Hotch heads down the hall to the Winchesters' room. His chest aches thinking about them. The agents don't even know all of their history, but its already clear they haven't had an easy life. Just about as far from that as one can get, it would seem. He enters the room, clearing his throat quietly to announce his presence. Dean looks up from where he's tending to Sam, and Hotch frowns. The kid looks terrible, eyes sunken, skin white, limbs shaking.

"We're all ready to go." He pauses. "Is Sam going to be alright?"

He sees Dean clench a fist, looking back at his sleeping brother before answering. "He'll be fine. He's been through worse… I think he might've caught a bug. The… the psychic thing is making him weaker than normal." He doesn't even add a tag about Sam's normally prissy weakness, and that worries even Hotch.

"Alright."

Adam emerges from the bathroom then, and he stops, feeling the tension in the air. He swallows, glancing to the still form on the bed. But soon his face relaxes, and he turns to Hotch.

"What's the plan?"

"Not sure. That's what I came to discuss."

Dean speaks up now. "As long as we get away from this dump, I'll be good. Actually, out of the state would be fantastic."

Hotch nods. "Okay."

Dean blinks. "Just keep driving?" He suggests, a hint of humor back in his gravelly voice, and Hotch nods.

"Just keep driving."

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