Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural and Criminal Minds do not belong to me.

A/N: So, I've always wanted to do a Supernatural/Criminal Minds crossover. I don't know exactly the direction it will take, but I finally planted the seed with this chapter. :)

When she was asked what made her become an FBI agent, Lauren Winchester was always quick with an answer. For adults, she'd tell them that she'd wanted to be in law enforcement since she was a little kid. That answer was partially true. Lauren and her slightly older brother Dean had spent much of their childhood watching movies where the sheriff or the out of town FBI agent caught the bad guy, and they had always thrilled her.

"That's gonna be me one day." Lauren remembered telling Dean.

When Lauren talked to kids, as she did occasionally, she simply told them that she'd chosen to become an FBI agent because it was cool. Which, to her, it was.

But Lauren had never told anyone the real reason she'd finally made the plunge to join the FBI. Spiting her father just didn't have the same ring to it as the other reasons did. Even thought that had been what led her to make the decision, it was a decision Lauren had never regretted.

As the plane landed back in D.C., Lauren had her family on her mind. Every time she landed, she thought of her brother Dean, who was terrified of flying. She wondered what he'd think of her flying constantly. She smiled as she pictured him in the plane, trying to pretend he wasn't scared when he was actually terrified.

Something was different tonight, though.

Her little brother Sammy was on her mind too. Which was odd, because she actually talked to Sam fairly regularly. They had one long phone conversation a week, and if the case Lauren and her team was working was particularly stressful, she'd call him more than that. She never told Sam that was why she called, but she had a feeling he knew, and he always did a masterful job at keeping her distracted with talk of his classes, what he was up to at Stanford, and whatever else he could think of to help keep her mind off what she was trying to keep her mind off of.

Her father was on her mind too.

She hadn't talked to her father in seven years now. She'd been sixteen when she left home. For the first three years she'd been out from under her father's tight reign at home, she'd lived with family friend Bobby Singer, who, much to her father's annoyance, allowed Lauren to finish high school early and get an associate degree in law enforcement. She'd sailed through the police academy and impressed her superiors so much that she was recommended for FBI training straight out of the police academy. She'd landed her first job within a month, and moved to D.C. with Bobby's full blessings.

As much as she loved her job, her father never left her thoughts.

The team started to disembark, and Lauren temporarily shoved her thoughts back to focus on talking with them. After the debrief, she'd get to go home for at least a day, and she fully intended to use that day to sleep. As she stepped off the elevator, Morgan making a lame joke that made her laugh harder than she wanted to, she was met at the elevator by a grinning Penelope Garcia.

"Garcia? What's that look for?"

"So there are not one, but two, very handsome gentlemen in the bullpen looking for you."

"Whoa, Winchester. You got something to tell us?" Morgan teased.

A confused Lauren looked into the bullpen and her smile melted off her face.

"Yeah. They're my brothers."

"Your brothers? As in plural?" Garcia asked. "I thought you only had one."

"Nope. Two."

The team's senior agent, Jason Gideon, who had walked up to the conference room, opened the door with a bag over his shoulder. "We'll do the debrief later. You guys go home."

"Jason? Will you do me a big favor, please?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Just stay. Stay for a few minutes." Lauren begged. "I'll explain later, just…don't leave."

"Okay."

"Can you and the rest of the team just wait for me, please? All of you? While I go talk to them?"

Lauren cursed herself for how paranoid she felt, but her father had once threatened to force her back into the hunting life with him, and she wouldn't put it past him to have found some way to take her from a secure FBI building without anyone knowing until it was too late.

"And whatever you guys do, do not take your eyes off of me."

Ignoring the curious stares as she walked into the bullpen, Lauren walked up to her brothers with a dry mouth. She had dreaded and hoped for this moment for years, and now that it was finally here, she found herself only able to say one thing.

"Hi, Dean. Hi, Sam."