TTGBITN: Chapter 9

A/N: Thought everyone deserved a little more, so here it is. Enjoy – the BAU gets to meet the Winchesters in person now. No lemons yet, but we are getting closer to when there will be – I just can't resist throwing Magan and Dean into bed together.

True Blood belongs to Allan Ball. Supernatural belongs to Erik Kripke. Criminal Minds belongs to Jeff Davis. All OC's Belong to me, see my profile on others playing with them.

First published Feb 18, 2012.

They heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Expecting it just to be the two Winchesters – the agents were surprised to see a third figure. All three men looked as if they were the same age but one radiated an aura of extreme power even they could feel. He was tall and appeared to be heavily muscled. Although he was dressed in a dark green tunic over black jeans and plain black boots, it was obvious he had to be old due to the blue woad tattoos decorating his chest and surrounding his neck. His light brown hair pulled away from his strikingly handsome face with an intricate gold knotwork hair ornament – forming a frame for a pair of intelligent clear green eyes. Encircling his neck lay a heavy golden Celtic torque, accented on the ends with emerald-eyed stag heads.

Dean asked, "So did I hear you say you're going to blood bond someone Erik?" As he walked across the room to Magan, bent down and kissed her full on the lips. Addressing her he added, "You look like hell – What'd you let him drink so much for?"

Agent Hotchner watched the exchange with interest. Expecting to see Erik react violently to the man who could be none other than Dean Winchester, he was surprised to only see Erik tense up and let out a barely audible growl. Glancing back at Dean's face he saw amusement written there. Recognizing Sam from photos, he also observed a look of chagrin and worry on the brothers' face.

"Feeling cocky tonight Dean?" Erik drawled laviciously.

"Hey always – and awesome too," Dean shot back cockily, "but I'm not the one who caused her to look like shit."

Sighing loudly Magan responded, "It was necessary in order to illustrate why the marks in the autopsy photos couldn't be from a feeding vampire."

With a hint of an unknown accent, the third figure curtly asked, "Couldn't you have given her more of your blood Erik?"

Magan shook her head, "He gave me as much as he dared. He needed to feed several times and had to pause to give me blood in between times." Realizing the agents didn't know who Alric was she introduced them to him.

"So this is the other vampire whose protection we will be under." Hotch inquired warily.

"Yes" Alric confirmed as he walked over to Magan, bit into his wrist and offered it to her.

Magan pulled away from him and shook her head, "I can't, I've had enough as it is."

"If the blood is from a different vampire you can – and you know you are going to need your strength in the next few days."

Magan hesitated for a minute – long enough for the wound on Alric's wrist to close up. He bit into it again and offered it to her saying, "Drink.

As she took Alric's arm and began to drink from it, Dean commented, "I've seen her do that several times before and it still seems just wrong on so many different levels to me."

Curious yet not fearful, Reid began a barrage of questions. "Just how often does she drink yours or another vampire's blood Erik? What effects does it have on her, and why doesn't it turn her into a vampire?"

Erik looked over at the young genius and smiled toothily, "This is the first time since we got together she has had blood from any other vampire besides me. She usually has it several times a week – generally not as much as she has had tonight. It does not turn her into a vampire because we do not follow the steps required to turn a human into a vampire. The consequences of her drinking my blood are that it keeps her physically stronger than any regular human …"

Dean interrupted, "Yeah, that's for sure. I found that out the hard way."

Erik continued, "It causes her to heal quickly, heightens her senses, increases her libido, makes her more attractive to other humans. It also increases a bond between us that allows us to feel each other's feelings and manipulate them. We can sense where the other one is. When we are around unknown vampires they can smell my blood in her, and thus know she is mine and not to be touched."

"Don't forget about the dreams." Dean reminded him snarkily.

Erik smirked, "She does not have dreams like the one's you did. You do not get them if you are actually acting out what they are about."

Dean's jaw dropped, while his brother burst out laughing. "You mean …?" He asked.

Erik simply replied, "Yes."

Dean regained his composure, "Well, as disturbing as they were, I'd rather deal with the dreams."

Curious, Dr Reid asked, "Just what kind of dreams would these be?"

Dean answered bluntly, "Pornographically explicit ones and enough said about that. Why don't we talk about the djinn?"

Since he was going to have to work with this strange young man Hotch decided to find out what he really knew "Alright, how do you suggest we find it?"

Sam answered him instead, "We had a computer genius friend of ours look at where the victims were last seen, where they were dumped, the closest interstate entrance and correlate it with what we know about djinn habits." He handed Agent Hotchner a pile of marked maps. "We found a pattern."

"You found a pattern in less than twelve hours?"

"We had an advantage – djinn are predictable, and we knew what to look for."

Taking hold of one of the maps, Prentiss inquiried, "So what are these shaded areas on each map?"

Dean replied "That is the area we believe the djinn stayed, the primary crime scene to you. See, they seek out large abandoned ruins to set up shop in – that most often means an old warehouse or factory. They also don't hunt far from where they stay. I would be willing to bet if you searched these areas you would find other drained bodies – most likely people who wouldn't be missed."

"Impressive, you put together a geographical profile." Rossi said approvingly, he was starting to like the Winchesters despite their criminal background.

"So you're saying if we use a map of Shreveport with Fangtasia as the assumed place a victim is last seen, we can significantly narrow down our search area?" Hotch asked with a hint of uncertainty

"Yahtzee!"

Erik groaned and muttered something about Queen Sophie-Anne crazy time, which elicited an ear-splitting grin across Dean's face.

Sam continued, "It's a little more than that; we also need to figure in the closest highway entrances to Fangtasia and areas containing likely buildings."

"How will we know when we have found where it is staying?" Rossi said.

Blank faced, Sam declared, "We find the person it is slowly draining right now."

Hotch acknowledged, "So what do you need from us?"

"Nothing yet" Dean replied, "if you want video documentation you better make sure you have the equipment here by tomorrow night. Bobby just finished hunting something, so he's closest - should get here by early morning. Ellen, Jo and Ash are farther away – so we won't see them until early afternoon."

Contemplatively Magan said, "Oh … you have four more coming … "

Sam replied suspiciously, "Is that a problem?"

"Five bedrooms … remember? Of course, we did just add a second one down here …"

Dean perked up and started to say something before his brother stopped him by calling out, "Dean, NO!"

Dean responded with, "Why not, I'm the only one we know won't get killed."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

Dean spat out, "Well I can hope, don't see it as any of your business anyways."

"This word play between all of you is fascinating …" Dr Reid began.

"Shut up Geek Boy."

"Dean, be nice - come over here." Magan admonished him.

Dean headed over to where Magan lay up against Erik and sat down on the floor next to her. In the meantime, his brother asked Erik, "So, how many silver knives do you have?"

Erik responded, "I do not know … most should be in the trunk at the bottom of the stairs – if you want to go look."

Sam went over to the trunk, opened it up and started sorting knives out, placing them on the floor beside him. Conversationally he asked, "Either of you know where we can get a hold of lamb's blood?"

Erik shook his head, "I may survive on blood, but not that kind – I honestly could not tell you."

Magan continued her mates answer, "There should be a butcher shop somewhere, I'll look tomorrow." Then she licked something off of her finger, leaned over and whispered to Dean, "Look at me." When he turned in her she took hold of his face with her hands and seized his lips with hers. Caught off guard, Dean enthusiastically returned the kiss – then pulled back angrily, "Fuck Magan, what'd you go and do that for? Whose was it?"

Sam instantly jumped up, looking exasperated, "I knew something like this was going to happen."

None of this made sense to the BAU and Rossi asked, "What happened?"

Magan looked sideways at Dean, smiled a little half smile and replied, "Alric's. What's the matter – you know you like the end result."

"I'd rather have some sort of say in the matter" he retorted, "You could have asked me."

Alric had been watching the proceedings with a blank stare, then suddenly he stated, "I am going to leave now, I just wished to meet the FBI agents I will be extending protection to. Contact us should you require help with the djinn." And with that, he disappeared in a blur.

Morosely Sam said, "So I guess the answer is Erik."

"I have actually fed heavily tonight already – but if he wishes to feed me there are other nights." Erik purred sensually.

"Dude – I don't think so." Dean snarled.

Erik smiled wryly, "You are welcome to the second bedroom here, and our hospitality – no commitments necessary."

Dean watched Erik cautiously before asking, "Really … our?"

Erik nodded.

"Well damn, okay – I'm up for it."

"Dude, Bobby'll be wanting to talk to you … "Sammy reminded his brother.

With a grin, Dean answered, "Sammy you really need to get laid more often, might make you less cranky. I'm stayin' here … and you're not invited."

Sam appeared to have something more to add, and then he released a sigh saying, "I give up. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. He stalked over to the key cabinet and pulled a set out, then turned to look back at his brother, "Keys?" Dean fished into his pocket and pulled out a key ring. "Not a scratch" he warned as he tossed them to Sam.

Sam, "So when and where are we getting together tomorrow?"

"We haven't … "Agent Hotchner began.

Magan interrupted, "I've already arraigned for a set of smaller conference rooms at the convention center. Just go to the front desk and give them your name and they'll show you everything you need. I gave them all the names of your agents already Agent Hotchner. Sam – I also gave them yours, Dean's and Bobby's names – you'll have to use your real ID's. Any of you may add names to the access list. Obviously there won't be any vampires there till after dark, but the rest of us probably want to get there some time between 1:00 and 4:00."

"That all?" Sam asked brusquely.

"For now" Magan verified.

"Then I'm taking off. Agents Hotchner, Rossi, Prentiss, Reid – it was nice to meet you." He turned and started up the stairs.

"Sammy … wait up – I need to get my bag." Sam snorted, but paused to wait for his brother to bound up the stairs ahead of him.

Softly Magan said, "Sam … "

"Yeah … "Sam scowled.

"He'll be fine."

Sam merely shrugged noncommittally and headed after his brother. When they were beyond earshot Prentiss asked the question all of them were thinking. "So what was that about?"

About par for the course I think, Dean's already acting like the man slut he is. So when the lemons start should I toss Erik in bed with Magan and Dean as well?