Disclaimer: I do not own any aspects of Criminal Minds or Supernatural. All copyrights go to their respective companies and entities. All OCs, thoughts, and musings, when not quoted, are mine though. The Revenge Quote at the end is Homer's.

Minor grammatical revision: 1/19/17

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Chapter 4

Now:

October 31, 2007

Bobby Singer knew his luck was doomed the moment his wife's possession propelled him into the world of supernatural, but he had hoped that since he had survived longer than most hunters, he still had some form of good luck left. Maybe in some twisted sense he did when he received a call from someone he hadn't heard from in a while. "Hello," he answered as he got out of his car.

"Hey Bobby, we have a problem. How fast can you get to the Dumfries Police Station?" asked Jennifer Jareau. She had stayed in contact with Bobby even after her break-up with Dean, and she was glad for that. Without Bobby to turn to, JJ wouldn't know how to handle seeing Dean again after so many years and the possibility of her case being supernatural related.

"I'm across the street -" was all Bobby got out before the call ended. It didn't take long for Bobby to hear JJ calling his name as he turned around.

"Bobby," greeted JJ as she gave him a quick hug. "Dean and Sam were just brought in by my team."

"Damn it! Those idjits!" exclaimed the elder hunter, frustrated.

JJ couldn't fault him for his frustration since she felt the same. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't even know you guys were in town until Dean was brought in earlier."

Bobby loosened the ridiculous tie he was still wearing as he let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright, we have to figure out how to get them out of there before we go after the demon."

"Demon?" asked JJ, shocked before deciding that it wasn't important right now. They had bigger problems to deal with. "But how are we going to get them out?"

Bobby scratched his head as he thought about it. "Is there some way you could have them escape, maybe on their way to the restroom or something? At least one of them?"

"Bobby, it's a police station with some of the best agents in the FBI present," said JJ. "This is not some show where the authorities are incompetent." Her brows furrowed as she stood with her hands on her hips, daring him to say otherwise. When he didn't, JJ glanced back across the street toward the station. "Look, I got to head back. Just keep in touch and I'll call you when I can get them out."

Bobby had to settle for that as he watched JJ headed back to where the boys he had long since considered his sons were kept.

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FBI Special Agent Victor Henriksen had dedicated his entire life to his country. For nearly 20 years, he had been a loyal soldier, yet the only thing that he had gotten for all his pain and effort were a string of angry ex-wives and an empty apartment to come home to. When he was handed the Winchesters case, Henriksen knew that it was going to be his career changer. It was going to give him the rewards he deserved: respect, appreciation, and hopefully a better pension. It wasn't that he needed any rewards, having the honor to serve his country was enough. He was satisfied with just that, but it would be nice to have something to look forward to when he retired. Henriksen had thought that the Winchesters case was going to be his just reward. He had no way of knowing that it was going to ruin him, that his career would spiral so completely out of control. He would not go down as the guy who lost two of the most notorious serial killers in history twice!

The humming vibration from his right brought Henriksen out of his musings as he reached for his cell. "Henriksen," he answered.

"You'll never guess who just got booked in Dumfries, Virginia 20 minutes ago," said his partner Calvin Reidy on the other side of the line.

"Winchesters," stated Henriksen as he shot up on his feet. He was not going to lose them now, not again! "Reidy, meet me down in the parking lot, now!"

"Already there and waiting," came the reply before Henriksen hung up, grabbed his badge and gun, and headed to meet his partner.

A trip from Quantico to Dumfries normally took around thirteen to fifteen minutes; Henriksen and Reidy got there in under 10 minutes. Just before they entered the station, however, Reidy pulled his partner to the side. "I didn't get to tell you earlier," started Reidy, "but another team of FBI is already here. They're the ones who made the collared."

"What does it matter?" said Henriksen as he pulled away. "The Winchesters are mine." He didn't get far before Reidy stopped him again.

"You can't just bully yourself into this one, Henriksen. They're the BAU, and they're here on a case," Reidy warned, used to his partner's grumpy moods and apparent rudeness. But Henriksen barely spared his partner a glance before entering the station and demanding to speak to the officer in charge.

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At the sound of the door opening and a pair of footsteps approaching him, Dean tried to appear as nonchalant as possible as he said, "Well, about time." As he looked up, Dean was taken off guard by the person who had just walked through the door. What she said next confused him even more.

"Hello, Dean," greeted the newcomer. "It's been a while."

Dean's brows furrowed as he took in the woman in front of him. She was maybe a few years his senior, not much more. Her navy blue uniform didn't hide her form like he thought it would. Instead, it brought out her curves and hugged her figures quite nicely. Her jet black hair was pulled back into a bun, giving her a professional look that was somewhat marred by her impish smirk as she took in his confused expression. Dean racked his brain, yet he was unable to recall ever meeting this stranger in front of him.

"Oh, come on Dean. Surely you haven't forgotten me have you?" asked the woman as she sashayed toward him. "You did, after all, threw me out of a warehouse nearly two years ago, sent me to Hell, and killed my father."

Dean's face hardened as he growled, "Meg." He struggled against his cuffs, wanting to do something to the demon in front of him, but it was useless.

"Give the man a prize!" mocked Meg as she moved behind Dean, trailing her hands across his shoulders and ignoring him as he tried to move away.

"You're the one killing those people. Why?" asked Dean.

Meg moved to the other side of the table opposite Dean and gave a him a little smirk. "Well, duh, Dean. For revenge and for you of course. All those people died because of you, Dean," she taunted. Seeing Dean's tensed posture only amused her even more as she leaned close to whisper into his ear. "Oh, and Dean, what happened to them is what awaits you in Hell, every single day for all of eternity," she hissed. She gave a little laugh as Dean's face darkened and his jaw clenched tight. Meg gave his hand one final pat before turning to leave.

Before she could do so however, the interrogation room door opened with Hotch and Henriksen on the other side. "Oh, hello Captain Wards," greeted Hotch as he stepped back for Meg to leave the room before closing the door again. "I didn't know you were in there."

"Oh, I just wanted to know if he was the one killing my people," Meg replied innocently. She quickly turned to Henriksen and changed the subject before Hotch could reply. "Who's this?"

"Captain Wards, this is Agent Victor Henriksen of the FBI. Agent Henriksen, Captain Wards," Hotch introduced. "Agent Henriksen is the one the Bureau sent after Dean Winchester and his brother." he explained.

"Ma'am," greeted Henriksen curtly with a nod, clearly not in the mood for small talks. "If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to Winchester now," he said, moving to enter the room.

"If you will excuse us, Captain Wards," said Hotch as he followed Henriksen into the interrogation room.

Meg gave them both a polite nod before a devious smile appeared on her face as she disappeared from the station.

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While everyone's attention was focused on Dean Winchester, Hotch, and Henriksen, JJ made her way to the cell that held Sam Winchester. She hesitated as she thought about what she was about to do. If this didn't work out, it could blow up in her face in the end, but if she didn't do this, then more people could get hurt. Steeling her resolve, JJ entered the unguarded holding area. Once she reached Sam's cell, JJ realized that there was no turning back as she fiddled with key in her hand. Sam must had heard her coming because he was on his feet when she came into view.

"Where is Dean?" was the first thing Sam said when he caught sight of the blonde FBI agent. She didn't say anything as she moved closer to the cell, putting her hands on the bars separating them. A tiny ding could be heard as the agent seemed to place something on the bars.

"Bobby is probably still across the street," JJ began, ignoring Sam's previous question and his confused look. "Wait about 30 seconds after I leave; then take the back door out of here." Sam looked like he was about to interrupt, but JJ kept going. "I'll try to find a way to get Dean out later, but you need to get out of here and get the demon that's causing this mess." As JJ turned to leave, she swore she heard Sam muttered "Christo?" under his breath, trying to figure out if she was the demon. If the situation hadn't been so seriously messed up, she would have laughed.

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"Dean Winchester," began Henriksen smugly before he was interrupted by Dean.

"What do you want?" snapped Dean. From across the room, Hotch could feel his anger rolling off him in overpowering waves. He briefly wondered what had gone on between Dean Winchester and Captain Wards. Hotch was brought out of his musings when Henriksen continued.

"To gloat, of course," replied the darker agent as he placed his hands in his pockets. "You're as good as dead, Winchester. I'm going to personally accompany you to the Supermax and make sure you rot in a dark cell for the rest of your life. You're never going to see Sam again."

Dean barely spared Henriksen a glance before turning toward Hotch. "Are you going to play 'good cop'?" His tone still colored with anger and distrust.

"I'm not playing anything," said Hotch as he pulled up a seat across from Dean. "I know you didn't kill anyone here in Dumfries, and I don't think you did any of the serious crimes that you are accused of." Hotch turned a blind eye to Dean's disbelief look and Henriksen's glare as he continued. "I think you and your brother really believe that you are helping people. Help me now to stop this killer, and maybe I can help you."

"How?" asked Dean, appearing for the first time since Hotch entered the room to be willing to cooperate.

"Why should that matter?" interjected Henriksen, annoyed that this agent Hotchner was interfering with his case.

"So innocent people being tortured and killed doesn't matter to you?" asked Dean with a scoff. "Wow, man, that's quite a partner you've picked up," Dean said to Hotch as he looked away from Henriksen.

"He's not my partner," Hotch clarified, somehow secretly glad that he was not connected to Henriksen in anyway except for the Bureau. "My team and I need your help. You and your brother know who is doing this. Help us and I can help you in return."

Hotch reached into his breast pocket and took out his wallet. He quickly removed his business card and replaced his wallet back into his pocket before turning back to Dean, ignoring Henriksen all the while. "Here is my card. I have connection in the Justice Department, and I can probably get most of the charges against you and your brother drop if you willing to help us."

"Why would you need to do that? Why help a murderer?" threw in Henriksen, still irked by Dean's earlier comment and a lack of defense from Hotch.

"Yeah, why?" questioned Dean.

"Because unlike Agent Henriksen, my team and I also take into account what is not obvious when we look at each case. You and Sam have no motives to commit any of the murders you are accused of in St. Louis, Baltimore, and Milwaukee. Not only that, you arrived at each of those cities after the killings have already started. What's more, all of the surviving victims swore up and down that the two of you had saved them. Now, one or two cases of those might be explained by Stockholm syndrome, but it's something else when every single one of your 'victims' claim otherwise," Hotch continued, ignoring Henriksen as the other agent got up to stand by the door with his arms crossed in front of his chest in a defensive position.

"Some would say that you and Sam suffer from antisocial personality disorder. Only the problem to that is you're not characterized by a profound disregard for the rights of others. You respect each other, and you especially, respect your father. Individuals with antisocial personality disorder lack a conscience and show no remorse for the harm they cause, but you and Sam really believe you are helping others. You do have a conscience, and you are capable of remorse, guilt, and shame from what I gathered from those who had crossed paths with the two of you. This means you're not psychopaths even though there are others who might think so because the two of you are very deceptive and tend to lie continuously, and you believe that you are mankind's protectors from the supernatural."

"Protectors, right," Henriksen scoffed, but Hotch barely spared him a glance as he continued.

"You're not sociopaths either. Sociopaths will never take the blame for anything they have done to anyone, no matter if it is family or friend, and they have no room for love in their life. You do, at least from what can be seen through the relationship you and your brother have.

"That being the case, some would make the argument that you and Sam suffer from paranoid schizophrenia with your claims of fighting the supernatural. Some would say that all of that are really just delusions and that they're all in your mind, except the chances of you and your brother having the same delusions are very unlikely. There is also no medical history of schizophrenia occurring in your family until very recently with the claims that your father, your brother, and you are making. Your father's claims and his fight against the supernatural started after your mother's death, when he was 34. Yet, schizophrenia typically begins in late adolescence or early adulthood. The chance of your father actually developing schizophrenia then, while not impossible, is rare."

Dean ran a hand through his hair as he looked up at Hotch in disbelief, not really understanding everything the agent just said, because really, to be honest, the man did just threw out a bunch of psychology terms that were better suited if they were directed at Sam. Although, Dean was not complaining if this guy was really claiming to be on his side. With a chuckle, he asked, "Are you a shrink or a cop?"

With a small smile, Hotch answered, "Well, I'm an FBI profiler, so I guess I'm a little of each."

Before anyone could say anything else however, Prentiss bursted through the door. Her face paled and drawn. "Hotch, JJ's missing...and so is Sam Winchester. You've got to see this...and it's probably a good idea to bring Dean Winchester along."

Hotch barely registered Henriksen's protest as he uncuffed Dean from the table and led him after Prentiss. He was a bit surprised when he met no resistance from the older Winchester brother, but Hotch figured Dean was probably just as worry for his brother as he was for JJ. "What happened?" asked Hotch when he caught up with Prentiss and Garia at the end of the hall.

"I went looking for JJ after the silence in the conference room got to me, but I couldn't find her," started Garcia as she fiddled with her hands.

"JJ disappeared earlier after the Winchester brothers were brought in so when Garcia couldn't find her again, Morgan had Officer Merritt checked the security tapes," continued Prentiss. By then, the group had stopped in front of the security screen where Reid, Morgan, Rossi, Officer Merritt, and Henriksen's partner Agent Reidy were gathered.

When Morgan saw that everyone was present, he turned to Officer Merritt. "Can you play back the clip you just showed us?"

The group watched as JJ entered the station from the back door, taking care to slide what appeared to be a pebble between the doors to keep them open. They watched as she made her way to the holding cell where Sam was kept, unaware of the man following her. Hotch, the only member of the team who hadn't seen the security video yet, furrowed his brows in confusion as he watched JJ's conversation with Sam Winchester before she left him the key to his cell. That confusion quickly turned to anger and apprehension as he watched the figure who had followed JJ earlier confronted her and knocked her out.

Garcia gripped Morgan's arm in fear at what happened next even though she had already seen the tape. The group watched as the image of Sam Winchester entered the screen before the JJ's attacker could escape. Hotch and Henriksen were taken by surprise when before Sam could do anything to help JJ, he was slammed against the wall by an invisible force. The only sign that the attacker had anything to do with it was his outstretched hand directed at Sam.

"Damn it! There are two of them!" exclaimed Dean to the surprise of those present as they watched Sam being slammed into the opposite wall with a flick of a wrist from the attacker.

"What do you mean there are two of them? And how did Chief Forker do that?" interrupted Officer Merritt, unable to keep silent any longer as he watched his superior knocked out Sam Winchester and left a bloody message on the wall before disappearing out the back door with both Sam and JJ on his shoulders.

As everyone turned to look at Dean, he let out an exasperated sigh as he fiddled with his cuffs. "Your Chief Forker is possessed," he stated. "And so is the lady cop."

His statement sparked a frenzy as Merritt asked, "Possessed by what?" the same time Reid protested, "JJ's not possessed!"

"By demons," Dean deadpanned. "And of course JJ's not possessed. I'm talking about that lady cop who was in the interrogation room earlier," Dean clarified, although the look on his face suggested that he thought Reid was an idiot for even thinking that JJ might be possessed.

While a look of embarrassment crossed over Reid's face, Hotch turned to Dean with a look of disbelief. "You're saying that both the Chief and the Captain of the Dumfries Police Department are possessed by demons?"

"There's no such things as demons," added Prentiss; her voice colored with suspicion as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Yeah?" Dean turned toward Prentiss. "Then, how do you explained what just happened?"

"What does it matter?" interrupted Henriksen. "It's probably just some ridiculous ruse you and your brother are pulling to worm your way out of jail. That being said," Henriksen continued, turning to face Hotch. "I'm taking over this investigation. It's obvious that your agent there is involved with the Winchesters somehow. And besides, I have priority on the Winchesters case."

Hotch wasn't a top prosecutor and a Unit Chief for nothing as he stared down Henriksen. "I think not," he countered. "A series of homicides and two serial killers take precedent over any other case you have. And if you want to pull rank on me, might I remind you, Special Agent Henriksen, that as a Senior Supervisory Special Agent and a Unit Chief, I outrank you." His tone was icy enough to freeze even the hottest fires in hell. Rossi stood behind Hotch to show his support for his teammate. His stone cold glare directed toward Henriksen could put even Medusa to shame.

"If you guys are done with your little cockfight," interjected Dean, "could we perhaps go take a look at that bloody message? Although, I gotta say dude, you totally showed him." Dean directed his last comment toward Hotch with a smile, not exactly wanting to offend and to possibly lose the one person who so far seemed to be on his side.

Hotch spared Dean a glance before leading his team, Henriksen, Reidy, and Dean to the hallway in front of the holding cells. As they studied the message in front of them, he couldn't help but wonder who else the Unsubs had killed to leave this bloody message behind since neither JJ nor Sam Winchester seemed to have any bleeding injuries on them earlier.

"Revenge is sweeter far than flowing honey." Wouldn't you say, Dean? It's time to end what all started years ago.

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AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed this story.

This chapter was a killer. The only parts that was easy to write were Henriksen's first scene, Dean and Meg's talk, and Hotch's psych speech and his confrontation with Henriksen. I was totally able to put my AP Psych knowledge to use for that. :) Now you know the answers to the questions I asked last chapter. Although the answers here weren't what I had in mind when I was writing the questions. JJ was going to call her friend, an OC, for help, but that just left Bobby hanging and without anything to do while an extra character was added. He didn't like it very much so I changed that.

Dean's visitor on the other hand was a complete surprise. It was always going to be Henriksen up until the moment when I was writing the scene. Meg just sneaked in, said she hadn't had a scene since the first chapter so I gave in. Besides, I rather like how that scene turned out.

I always wanted to write the confrontation scene between Hotch and Henriksen where Henriksen tried to pull one on Hotch only to be put in his place by our favorite Unit Chief. That turned out not too bad.

I hope you'd enjoyed this chapter. That being said, here comes the bad news, I'm starting school this week so this will be the only update for a while. No worries; I will update, just not soon.

There's a quote from an episode on Criminal Minds in this chapter, does anyone know what it is? Virtual Cookies for those who do! :D