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Since the case they had just gotten off was a long one, Hotch had arranged for them to have some time off. Well, as much time off as they ever got. This was good, seeing as they didn't need to call in sick or take a personal day. JJ had gone home with a promise to return soon, Castiel had gone off to do whatever angels did, and Dean had gone on a "food run" as he called it. Prentiss and Sam were now sitting in Reid's room in case he woke up.

"We should make him more comfortable," Sam muttered. He remembered that, while most hunters could sleep in any place or way, Spencer had always had a hard time sleeping in anything other than pajamas. He stood and began unlacing his shoelaces. Prentiss looked up as he was pulling off his boot. Her eyes widened.

"Wait!" She shouted, but it was too late. As soon as the shoe was off his foot he gasped, eyes shooting open. He sat up and grabbed Sams wrist faster than Sam thought the kid could move.

"Please," He begged, "Don't, I'm not a sinner." his eyes were far away, and Sam sat there like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. Prentiss moved to sit next to Reid, at his eye level. Sam tried to move his hand, but Reid flinched and he stopped. It was obvious that he wasn't really awake, caught in a waking nightmare.

"Reid," Prentiss said softly. He didn't react, and she said it again a little louder. "Reid." this time, he did turn to look at her. "Reid, it's me, it's Emily. Reid, you're not there anymore. You're safe, he's not here." She repeated this mantra until his eyes cleared.

"Prentiss?" He rasped, and seemed shocked to hear his own voice. "Prentiss, you need to call-" She shook her head.

"It's gone. We called them, it's gone." His eyes were desperate.
"Are you sure?" He asked.

"We're sure," Sam said, and Reid turned to face him.

"Y-you're here!" He said and flung himself at him. Sam caught him and they hugged for several minutes before Reid pulled away. "I feel like shit."

"Being possessed would do that to you." He laughed.

"You have no idea. How long has it been? Two weeks." He laid down, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Two weeks?" Prentiss nodded gravely.

"Where's Dean?" Reid asked, looking around for the older Winchester. It used to be where one was, the other wasn't far, and he doubted that had changed.

"He's on a food run," Sam told him. He nodded.

"I'm just gonna," His words slurred slightly and his eyes closed. He was out cold in seconds. Prentiss looked at him sadly.

"Don't try to take off his other shoe." She said, and he nodded. He wanted to ask what happened, why that was a no-go when Morgan walked in.

"What did you do?" He asked as he surveyed the room.

"I, uh, tried to take off his shoe," Sam said and Morgan made a sound.

"Damn." He muttered.

…

Later, Reid was more lucid, JJ was back, and Sam was feeling guilty about what had happened earlier, but Reid had waved him off.

"It's not a big deal," He'd said, "Just, don't mention it. Okay?" but Sam thought that it was a big deal. You didn't react like that over something that wasn't a big deal, but he kept his mouth shut and nodded. They were now all sitting in his living room, which, in Reid's opinion, was too many people.

"So, uh, we've gotta know what happened," Dean said gruffly after several seconds of quiet. He nodded and steeled himself for his team's reaction to his story. And you're own… his mind whispered, but he ignored it.

"It started about three years ago…"

Reid stalked down the street, staying in the shadows out of habit. With his weapons covered by black clothes, he knew he would probably be mistaken for a criminal if he was seen. That, however, wouldn't be a problem with his badge. It was real, unlike some of the hunter's he knew. He looked around once more when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. This was all a game of cat and mouse, though it was hard to tell which was which at this point. He felt strong arms wrap around his torso, and he was slammed into the wall next to him.

"And so the hunter becomes the hunted." The thing behind him hissed. Reid was still slightly dazed, or, that's what the demon thought, at least. He wasn't expecting the seemingly thin man to whip around with unexpected force, catching him off guard. Before he could even think about what was happening, something lodged itself into his vessels leg. He looked down to see that the kid had shot him, and snorted. "Bullets don't work on demons, kid." He was unnerved by the bloody smile he received.

"These ones do." and before the demon could even think about vacating his now weak vessel, everything went dark.

.

Reid tied off the last rope an stepped out of the circle as the demon woke.

"What the hell was that?" The thing hissed, and Reid simply looked at him for a moment.

"A devil's trap bullet. All it takes is some creativity and a little skill."

"So, now what? Send me back to Hell?" It asked. Reid tilted his head.

"A little eager, are we?" He asked, in full hunter mode now. He was planning on exorcizing it, but not until he had the answers he needed.

"Not at all," It said, "Just hoping to get away from you as soon as possible."

"I have a few questions before we get to that," Reid said. And he did get those answers.

…

"And that was it," Reid concluded his story. "Or at least, I thought it was, until two weeks ago."

"Dude, how did they get the drop on you?" Dean asked while Reid's teammates were still slightly in shock. It was one thing to be told your friend hunted monsters, it was a completely different thing to hear him admit to it.

"I, uh, I heard a kid crying from an alleyway." He admitted sheepishly. "When I went to check it out, I was jumped." As if remembering something suddenly, his hand went to his arm to find mended flesh. His brow furrowed, having expected some pain at the very least. "What the hell?" He asked.

"We, uh, called a friend to heal you," Sam muttered, feeling guilty they had done it without his permission.

"How?" He asked, not knowing of anything that could heal something so severe.

"Angels," JJ whispered, finally able to make her mouth work. Reid raised an eyebrow.

"I think it's your turn to do some explaining." He said, looking at each of them in turn.

A/N: Wow! I suck, and I am so sorry. I am normally awesome with updating, but things are crazy and I'm terrible at geometry. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thank you to everyone who has reviewed, followed, faved, or read this story!