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When You Were Young

Alex had tried furiously to reach her brothers as she and her team made their way to Jericho but got no answer. She knew either one of two things was happening. Either they were ignoring her because they were angry; or, more likely, Dean was going to show up on her crime scene on purpose. Thankfully she was at least able to alert Rossi and Hotch to what was going on. In her time with the team she only had two encounters with other hunters on a cases, easily navigating around them without drawing much attention to the situation. She knew it wouldn't be far from easy with her brothers though.

"When was the last time you saw Dean?" Rossi was asking her as they were alone on the bridge looking over the victim's car. The others were there though dispersed, allowing them to talk privately. Hotch was talking to the local police while Prentiss, Derek, and Reid walked around the rest of the bridge to look for clues.

"Ah, saw?" Alex asked as she had the driver's door open, head in the car. "Like a year and a half." Rossi knew that was about the time she started with the BAU.

"And talked?" he questioned now.

"This morning," she quipped and she spotted him giving her a look. She wondered if it was a marine thing because her dad gave her that look a lot. "Six months." Rossi knew that was around the time Derek moved in with her. Both he and Hotch were aware that Alex would often sneak cases out of JJ's office, taking the ones she suspected were of a supernatural cause and sending them to other hunters, typically her brother. She stopped abruptly though once she and Derek were getting more serious, wanting as little to do with that life as possible.

"Have you thought of what you're going to say?" he asked.

"Guess it depends on who's around," she said lightly as her conversation with Dean in front of him would be much different than their conversation in front of Derek or Reid.

"Might wanna start thinking about it," he informed her and she bolted up right, looking past the car to where her two brothers indeed were, and they were talking to her boyfriend.

"Son of a bitch," Alex muttered, slamming the car door, maybe more than she should have.

"What are you going to-" Rossi started off.

"No idea," she told him, walking away. Not something to wing Winchester, she mentally scolded herself but there she was, walking right on over and stopping at Derek's side. "What's going on?" she asked, looking between the three of them. Dean maintained his poker face; Sam's eyes got a little wider at the sight of her but he quickly settled.

"I guess they got marshals on this too," Derek was saying in confusion. Surely someone would have given them a heads up about it; they had just got there, why were more people being called in?

"Oh," she nodded coolly. "Hey, look, can you go check out the car with Rossi, see if there's anything I'm missing? I've got this."

"You sure?" he questioned her. After all, he wasn't sure he bought that these guys were marshals as the one looked like he couldn't be any older than Reid. Something wasn't sitting right with him but there wasn't anything hard for him to question; after all, their IDs looked legitimate.

"Yeah, this is the kind of thing JJ would have handled so," she said, reminding him how she was covering JJ's duties while she was on maternity leave.

"All right," he nodded in agreement, leaving her to it.

"I tried texting you both," she told them, keeping her voice low. Sam reached for his pocket but realized his phone wasn't there.

"Dude," Sam shook his head at Dean, indicating he stole it.

"What?" Dean asked innocently. Alex had figured as much, that her brother would want to show up and stir up some trouble in her life.

"This isn't funny Dean, this is my life," Alex emphasized for him.

"It's kinda funny," he smirked at her.

"You're an ass," she accused him.

"Everything all right?" Hotch asked, coming over now.

"Sam, Dean, this is my boss Aaron Hotchner," she introduced them. "Hotch, these are my brothers."

"Does anyone else," Sam started off after politely greeting her boss.

"No," Alex stopped him. "And it needs to stay this way." Dean scoffed at her. "Dean, I'm serious, I-"

"We'll take what we have to the police station," Hotch was intervening, knowing Alex's real job there needed to be a secret for as long as they could keep it. "If you two want to look around here, uninterrupted."

"Unless there's anything here about our dad," Dean said, trailing off as he looked to his sister; she just shook her head. "We're gonna head over to the motel then, see what he was working on."

"Careful," Alex emphasized to him.

"Back at ya," Dean said with some sarcasm, turning to leave. Sam gave her an apologetic look before going to catch up with their brother.

"You all right?" Hotch asked politely.

"Mmm, this is the first time the three of us have been together in four years," Alex said in frustration. "I have no idea what to do," she admitted to him.

"Figuring our way out of here is going to be our first move," he assured her. Like in the two cases before when they encountered hunters figuring out how to leave the case without any real resolution was always the most difficult part. After all, how do you drag your team in for a case just to leave without answers? They always managed though without real suspicion.

"And then?" she asked as Derek and Rossi were coming over now; he gave her a look of uncertainty.

"We'll figure it out," he assured her softly.

"We've got over a dozen vics," Morgan was saying, their pictures all pinned up on a board in front of them. They all sat around a big desk in the main room of the small station, with Garcia on speaker in the middle. "Different ages, different jobs, different everything." They were frustrated as they tried to find a connection.

"Dating all the way back to 1982," Reid tacked on, brow conveying confusion. He glanced over to Alex who was playing with the cap on her pen. "What?" he asked; Rossi was looking at her too, though he knew her hunter wheels were turning.

"Garcia," Alex was saying now, staring at the board still. "Are these all the deaths from Centennial Highway?"

"These not gory enough for you," Garcia said lightly though she was completely serious; they could hear her fingers furiously typing. "That's all I got for you hun, disappearances presumed murdered."

"...what about suicides?" Alex asked now; she caught the series of weird looks she was getting from her team members but she brushed it off.

"I don't know what that has to do with..." Garcia started but trailed off. "Well, my dear, looks like we've got one. Constance Welch, died 1981." She stopped as she read more. "Oh," she said sadly.

"What?" Alex asked.

"Before she died she called 911," she explained. "She had been giving her kids a bath, she left two seconds, and when she came back..." She couldn't finish.

"Explains why she did it," Prentiss murmured.

And what she is, Alex commented internally. She needed to reach her brothers, hearing someone saying something about how this didn't connect to these cases at all. She wasn't going to comment yet, needing to let Dean know what she found out. Unfortunately though, Dean was there in the police station just as she was thinking about him. Even worse, he was in handcuffs.

"What's going on?" Rossi was asking as one of the officers took Dean into the next room.

"Got a call from the motel owner about a credit card scam," the sheriff was explaining and Alex had to try not to shake her head. "Got there and spotted our US Marshals from this morning," he said with an eye roll. "Well, one of them," he added on. "Not sure where the other one is, and the room they were in was rented out by an older guy." He shook his head. "Got all those pictures there," he motioned to the board. "And a whole lot of other satanic looking-"

"Maybe Rossi and I could check out the room," Hotch was saying now to stop him and the sheriff just shrugged.

"Suit yourself," he nodded at the door. Alex hoped, of course, that Rossi would try reaching Sam while they were out.

"Garcia, I'm gonna send you the names, can you see if the cards have been used anywhere else?" Hotch was saying.

"On it!" she assured him, hanging up the phone.

"Winchester, maybe you want to see if you can talk to him," Rossi was adding as they prepared to leave, passing her the motel records. "Since you talked to him before," he added on.

"Sure," Alex nodded, maintaining her calm exterior though she was surprised her hands weren't shaking.

"Oh, we also found this," the sheriff said now, tossing a leather bound book onto the table. Alex felt her heart stop as her dad never went anywhere without it. Maybe Dean was right, maybe something was wrong. "I can hardly make out any of it if any of you want to take a stab at it," he motioned and Reid picked it up, the fastest reader in the bunch. Needing out of that space Alex went into the next room to talk to her brother, though that didn't bring her much relief. The wall separating the two rooms had a window, the blinds pulled open; she wished there was a way she could discreetly close them but she knew she couldn't.

"Nice to see you again," he commented to her; he noticed two members of her team in the window, Derek and Prentiss, while Reid had started skimming the journal at the table.

"You too," she said sarcastically, sitting across from him. "Mr...Afranian," she said finally, reading the name off the record. She gave him a look and he shrugged. "Didn't anyone teach you how to run a believable credit card scam?"

"Where's your imagination," he told her with a smirk.

"I'm not going to waste my time," she informed him. "I know it wasn't you, or at least not all you. The first murder took place when you were a kid so..." She motioned to him. "They know that room belonged to an older man, where is he?" He knew she was just buying time, that she would ultimately make sure he got out of this.

"If I only knew," he said back. He was worried, Alex could tell; now that she had seen the journal she was worried too.

In the next room though they couldn't hear exactly what was being said, Derek and Prentiss knew that it was tense in there. The more he was around this guy the less Derek felt right about the whole situation. Something was wrong he and he was sure Prentiss knew it too. He glanced over at her and Prentiss had a look he couldn't quite place. Confusion, concern?

"What is it?" he asked her, turning his attention away from the interrogation.

"I don't know," Prentiss said, not tearing her eyes away from the window.

"Emily," he urged her and by his tone and use of her first name she knew he might be thinking the same thing.

"Am I crazy, or does that guy seem familiar?" she asked. "Not like we've met him before but..." She couldn't place it. "His eyes," she stated now.

"Lots of people have green eyes Prentiss," Derek murmured; maybe he was thinking the same thing but it was harder for him to admit.

"Two percent of the world population," Reid chimed in, eyes still scanning the journal. "So, about 150 million-"

"I get it," she told him. "But it's not the color, it's the expression," she said, motioning back to the window. "His mannerisms, the way he talks." Reid hadn't been paying the suspect too much mind so he looked at her curiously. "We see them every day with Winchester."

"Prentiss," Reid started off, setting the journal down for the first time. "For someone to share mannerisms like that they-"

"Would have to be raised together," Derek finished for him.

"You don't actually think that's one of her brothers," Reid half laughed and the other two looked at him seriously. "...ok," he said, not sure what to make out of that.

"Are you finding anything in there?" Derek asked as he sat next to Reid, Prentiss keeping an eye on the interrogation.

"Ah, that the person who wrote it needs serious help," Reid said, about halfway through. "It's like a how to manual for killing monsters."

"Monsters?" Derek asked in confusion and Reid nodded.

"It's got exorcisms, how to track certain monsters and kill them," Reid listed, turning another page. "Look, I know you know next to nothing about her family," Reid was saying, his tone gentle. "But, that doesn't mean-"

"What's that?" Derek asked, nodding towards the front inside cover; the corner contained a set of initials.

"Probably the owner's," Reid shrugged. "JW?"

"Her dad's first name is John," Derek said, knowing that much. Prentiss was seeming even more convinced while Reid continued to pull back.

"Morgan, come on," Reid was saying. "You're worried about her brother calling earlier, this is just..." He wasn't sure what to say. "A manual, a journal of a crazy person."

"When does the journal start?" Derek asked and Reid gave him a look. "Reid."

"1983," he answered. "And before you say anything, I know." Prentiss was giving a look now. "It's the year her mom died," Reid explained to her.

"Mom died, dad goes insane," Derek motioned the journal. "She never talks about her family because of this."

"This is extremely circumstantial," Reid reminded him. "After all, if that is her brother it means not only is she lying but so is Rossi." Derek stopped, not having thought of Rossi in all of this. Maybe his mind was getting carried away with him, that he wanted answers on her family so badly, especially after what happened the last few days. It didn't explain Prentiss also seeing the similarities though.

"Is there anything else in there?" Derek was asking.

"It's just more of the same," Reid said in exasperation, flipping through the pages quickly to the back. Once he was to the back cover though he spotted a picture tucked inside. He tugged on it gently to examine it.

"What's that?" Derek asked, taking it to look himself, Prentiss coming to look over his shoulder. It was a photo of a young family sitting outside of a house. There was a mom holding a new baby and a dad holding two small children about four years old, one in each arm. They all smiled big, looking oh so happy. Derek had seen the mother's smile before; it was the one his girlfriend often expressed. Her and the guy in the room had the same eyes; her and this woman had the same smile.

"Um...Morgan?" Reid was saying now, getting his attention. He had been so focused on the older picture he hadn't see that there had been another one tucked further away. Reid passed it to him tentatively, knowing this was going to go badly.

There they were, Alex and the two guys he had met earlier on the bridge. The one he had suspected was around Reid's age stood in the middle in a graduation cap and gown. The older of the two guys stood next to him, holding Alex's legs as she had hopped up onto his back. Dean, Alex, & Sam, the back read. 2001. It must have been Sam's high school graduation.

"Morgan, don't," Prentiss was warning him as he dropped the picture to the table, getting up and going over to the door. He wouldn't be stopped, both she and Reid knowing better than to try.

"I don't know why you're continuing to lie for him," Alex was saying to Dean as the door burst open, both their heads snapping in that direction.

"Can I see you?" Derek was saying to her urgently. She couldn't place what could possibly be wrong. Maybe a bigger break in the case? She didn't know what that could be though.

"Ah, sure," she nodded, getting up from her seat and following him quickly, shutting the door behind her and leaving her brother locked to the table. "What's going." She stopped cold as he held out a picture for her to take, taking it from his hands, knowing she was busted. There it was, the picture from the last time they were all together.

"Is that your brother in there?" Derek was asking her; he needed to hear it from her directly. Though he had seen it with his own eyes he still couldn't believe this. Her brothers were there, they had been standing right there in front of him on that bridge and she came over and just lied to his face to get him away from them. "Al," he said insistently.

"I think we both already know that answer to that," she murmured, placing the picture to the side on the table.

"What is going on?" he demanded. He could see in her eyes that she was scared and the truth was that she was, though he didn't realize she was afraid of telling him the truth. "Look, baby," he said, coming down a little and being softer. "If you don't tell me, I can't help."

"...help?" Alex asked in confusion. What on earth was he going to help her with?

"Are you scared of him?" Derek asked worriedly. "Reid read your dad's journal, if you're scared of them or..." His mind was scrambling for a logical reason she wouldn't tell him who they were. "Did they hurt you? Because I'll-"

"No," Alex said, a little defensive. She disagreed with her family on a lot but her dad and brothers would never harm her.

"Then what is it?" Derek asked, exhaustion in his voice.

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