8/2/08

Title: Alexander Ammon

Author: EMW

Disclaimer: Don't own CRIMINAL MINDS or its characters. Nor do I own SUPERNATURAL or its characters. I do however claim my right to write this fanfic for the story and have it viewed by others. Any and all law suites that may come of this I wish to avoid. I do not own any of the notable characters that belong to CBS or WB. Please don't sue me.

Summary:

Marry Winchester was in her last term of pregnancy the night of the fire. When the demon came it wasn't just after baby Samuel, but also his unborn baby brother. He kept Marry alive, crafting an illusion of her death for John to keep him away from searching for his unborn child. John kept the secret of the unborn child from his sons; forbidding them from ever visiting their mother's grave. Where unknown to them lied the tome stone for not only their mother, but their unborn brother.

Chapter One

" Moonlight shines in the dark. Howling wolves are kept bay. Family in your heart, saving you in the dark. One day, a hopeful wish I make; for you to see your family's true embrace. Demons take you away, your family's woe of today. Shed your tears my son, your mothers gone. Your father knows you not, your bothers know you not. Moonlight shines in the dark. Howling wolves are kept at by. Your family will save you from the dark."

Spencer Reid awoke with a start. Ever since his kidnapping by Tobias Hankel or rather Charles Hankel, he had begun to have strange dreams. It was always about a women, singing to sadly to a child, her child he corrected himself. The child was a new born, he couldn't help but see as if he knew this women, as if he had a connection to her. But why did he feel like he knew her, that she was important to him. She wasn't in any of his pervious cases, nor was she in any articles he had ever read or images he had seen. He knew this for certain thanks to his ideate memory. It irritated him to no end. He couldn't figure out who the women was, what her connection to her was, or why he kept dreaming about her.

He turned his head gazing across the bed to his alarm clock. 2:45 am. The glowing red numbers glared spitefully at him, mocking him. Reid let out a deep sigh. Between the addiction he had because of Hankel and the dreams of the mysterious women, he hadn't been able to sleep for a complete 8 hours he usually got or even 5 hours. Now he would just stare blankly at the dark ceiling, his TV glowing across the room to kept it completely dark. He wasn't due to arrive at work until 9. Only six hours and ten minutes until I can go to work. He thought with a sigh. He couldn't go to work early, it'd draw Hotch's attention as well as the rest of the teams. They had all notice how tired he was becoming and began to smother him with concern. Thanks a lot Tobias. I feel sooo much better.Reid thought bitterly. Reid looked back at the clock. 3 am. Six more hours till I can pretend to be okay and find a good distraction. Or better yet, he thought getting up and walking into his apartment kitchen, here's hoping we get a case that's urgent.

Turning on the coffee maker, Reid turned on the light switch in his bathroom and turned the knobs in his shower. A nice hot shower, acid rain upon the skin burn away my sin. He thought removing his undershirt and sweat pants and boxers. Stepping into the shower he let out a low groan. The water was burning his skin a nice hot pink shade. Reid stood there under the water for minutes, his mind concentrating on the hot water bathing him and nothing more. Fate seemed to not be on his side as of late though. As quickly as Reid had found his peace, he was hit with sudden pain. He fell forward onto his knees, forehead impacting the wall of his shower as he clutched desperately to his head. He had never felt the immense amount of pain before, his head filling with images he could see yet couldn't flashed in his head. Bloody tears ran down his face as he silently screamed out in agony. Minutes passed before the attack stopped. Then Reid knew no more.

Groaning, Reid looked around. The icy waters of his once burning shower awakening him to awareness. Shakily he reached up and turned off the water. Getting up on his feet he walked out of the room, careless of his nudity. My home, my rules, my nude. He thought getting a cup of coffee and adding 5 teaspoons of sugar into it. Leaning on the counter top of his kitchen he look at the time. 7:45 am. Smiling at the time he didn't bother to wonder why he found himself on the floor of his shower. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off and got a freshly pressed sweater vest, a nice military green colored one, and finished dressing. Quickly packing his overnight bag incase they got a case, he soon left his apartment, heading to work. Never noticing the long jagged cut on his outer forehead, or the slight shivering his body took.