Erin Strauss sighed as she adjusted the doormat that she'd just laid inside the doorway to the conference room. It would most likely look slightly out of place since anyone who entered would be going from a carpeted area to a carpeted area, but it was the Devil's Trap that was drawn on the underside of the mat that mattered. She would be meeting with her top team this morning, one of whom, Agent Reid, had helped work on the Winchester Profile during his limited free time. While this was possibly revealing her hand far too soon, she didn't want any demons in her office causing further damage to it or their reputation.

A little bit of research done on the Winchesters had revealed them to be distant cousins on their mother's side from a branch of the Campbell family that had settled in Kansas. They were the grandchildren of Samuel and Deanna Campbell who had been killed by a demon. Their mother Mary had retired for about a decade before she was killed in a house fire of unnatural origin, and her husband John started hunting, dragging the kids along with him. This wasn't just about a pair of hunters who had become thorns in the devil's side and were being made to pay the price, this was about family. Distant family, but family nonetheless. Someone had been messing with her family, and had been using her department to do it.

She would find that someone, and teach it why you never messed with a Campbell.

If the team passed the Devil's Trap test, she had a couple more tests up her sleeve such as the silver plated tray full of cookies in the center of the table, and the pitcher of that powdered lemonade which had been made with holy water. She'd be watching the tray closely to see who went out of their way to avoid touching it, and discreetly touch them with something silver later. If there was something unnatural in her department, she would be the first to know about it, and the one to deal with it.

She may not be an active hunter, but she was in reasonably good shape, and knew what to do in a wide variety of supernatural situations.

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David Rossi frowned as he entered the conference room. Erin Strauss wasn't the sort to lay out cookies and lemonade, which in itself was a rather odd combination if you thought about it. Strauss was the sort who complained how he and his team got things done, and threatened to have them investigated for their misconduct. She'd eased up a bit since the day she went out in the field and saw what they did firsthand, but she still rode their asses on occasion. Something was up. He didn't know what though.

Since he knew that Erin wasn't the sort who would poison him and his team no matter how pissed she got at them, he took a cookie from the silver tray and poured himself a glass of lemonade, and sat down to watch and wait.

It was while he was mentally reviewing Erin's reactions as he took the cookie and drank the lemonade that several pieces of the puzzle fit themselves together. He'd seen that behavior in a man he'd encountered during one of his cases, the man who had introduced him to the other kind of evil that was in the world.

He'd stood at a figurative crossroads that day, and made his choice. He would fight the good fight by dealing with the evil that man did to one another. If he tried to fight both man and the creatures that roamed the dark, he would have been stretched too thin, and he would have eventually gone insane trying to deal with all of the things that lurked out there. That didn't mean that he wouldn't help out any Hunters he encountered though, and it didn't mean that he wouldn't alert hunters if there was a problem that needed dealing with. He'd discreetly handed a couple cases that he couldn't deal with himself over to the proper authorities over the years.

"Are you going to poke me with an iron nail as well?" he asked.

"Do I need to?" Strauss asked half seriously.

As he watched, Hotchner, Reid, JJ, Prentiss and Garcia all passed Strauss' little test. When it came to Morgan however...

"I think I'll stand right here. Morgan called from the doorway.

"Christus." he said at the same time Strauss said "Christo". Both meant "Christ" in Latin, "Christus" being second declension nominative, and "Christo" being second declension dative. But "Christo", which hunters often used, was rather improper grammar. It worked however, so the hunters didn't bother correcting their grammar despite the fact that "Christo" technically meant "to Christ" as in "I'm giving this demon's ass to Christ the instant I'm done kicking it.".

Morgan flinched, and Rossi found himself wondering if he'd ever known the man at all. He could have been possessed since long before he had joined the unit, and since he'd never bothered testing his team, he wouldn't have known. If they needed to, a demon could act like a normal person right up until the point they ripped your face off, or tore your heart out. Literally or metaphorically. The fact that Morgan tended to avoid churches would have been a big clue long ago, but nowadays, even normal people avoided them.

His and Strauss' eyes met, and they both started on the exorcism to free Morgan from the thing that was wearing his skin. It seems that they both learned different exorcisms, as Strauss' didn't match up with his. He'd learned his from an old man named Rufus Turner whom he didn't arrest afterward despite the fact that the man was wanted by the FBI for a number of crimes including murder. Eventually, the demon was gone, and Morgan fell to the floor in a heap.

Rossi silently prayed to every deity that he could think of, hoping that the demon hadn't ridden Morgan too hard, and that Morgan wasn't dead. As he was silently praying to Loki of all gods, he reached Morgan's side. Morgan was breathing. He was a little beat up, but it didn't look too bad. He'd call an ambulance and go with him to the hospital to make sure, but it looked like he would live.

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Agent Aaron Hotchner watched Strauss and Rossi debate the best way to deal with the Derek Morgan issue warily. He had not been aware that hunters had infiltrated the FBI, as they tended to avoid Law Enforcement like the plague when they weren't pretending to be Law Enforcement. He himself had little sympathy for that fringe group. More often than not, they tended to go after any supernatural creature regardless of whether or not they were causing any harm. Case in point being a family of ghouls who had been minding their own business and limiting themselves to robbing the occasional graveyard for food, but otherwise being completely inoffensive churchgoing members of their community that had been hunted down and slaughtered nearly two decades ago.

He himself had been good at keeping himself locked up during the full moon. He'd had to be discreet about it when he was in the field, but he hadn't gotten loose yet, and his wife and his son had known better than to go near him during the full moon. It hadn't been his fault that he'd been bitten by that werewolf when he was a teenager, and he didn't feel that he or anyone else who had been bitten deserved to die for it. Especially not people who had the problem under control and kept it that way.

Fortunately for his continued survival, he had gotten rather adept at avoiding silver without appearing to do so, since he was a man, not wearing jewelry aside from a gold wedding band wasn't that odd. As holy water didn't affect werewolves, there were no problems on the lemonade front. Cookies and lemonade were a bit odd, but he was guessing that someone who was affected by holy water would be able to spot if the milk had been the powdered kind and be suspicious, especially since Strauss was a bit of a hard ass, and didn't go handing out treats, and giving out cookies and milk wasn't Rossi's usual MO.

Hunters almost always shot first and asked questions later if at all. That attitude was the reason the more experienced ones survived, but it had also cost a number of good people who happened to not exactly be human their lives, thanks to the bad apples in the bunch who gave their kind a rotten name.