Disclaimer: I own neither Supernatural or Criminal Minds

A/N: Look it's an Anna POV!

Anna Marie Campbell was pissed. Every time she prowled the edges of the chicken wire cage, her temper rose just a little more. She could see the other four women the unsub had captured, but none of them were looking at her. Maurine, the youngest, was asleep, curled up on the inflatable mattress in her cage like the innocent she was. Kristina, the bartender, was pacing again. Lara and Nora, the women from the coffee shop, were sitting as close to each other as their cages permitted.

Anna looked around the underground room again, studying the layout yet again. The room was square, with hard packed dirt walls and floor. The ceiling was a wooden platform, Anna estimated it to be between eight and ten feet high, given her inability to reach it. Her cage was in the center of the room, and was a perfect square. The other four cages were against the walls and more rectangular than square. Each cage had a bare bulb over it, all of which were on, and all of which were out of their reach.

Next, Anna studied her cage. The wood had been anchored to the floor and ceiling, and the chicken wire strung between. She had already tried to free the wire from the wood and had a broken nail to show for it. There was no way she could get free without tools.

That was Anna's final study, herself. Her hair had been cut, almost back to the boy-short spikes she'd favored as a teenager. None of her hairclips and bobby pins had survived the cut. Her clothes were gone as well. She was now barefoot and clad in what appeared to be a hand woven cotton dress that had never been dyed.

The other women were dressed identically, but they all had long, dark hair. Anna did not have a good feeling about that, especially since the close cut had made her blond roots distressingly obvious. "How long have we been here?" Kristina suddenly exploded, storming to the front of her cage.

"This is the third day," Anna replied, schooling her features to hide her unease. "He'll be in to feed us soon."

"I want out of here," Kristina said, she gripped the wire and looked upwards, "You can't keep us in here!" She shrieked.

It was the fourth time one of them had exploded, and Anna only closed her eyes, hoping that they didn't get a visit from an angry unsub. "How are you so calm?" Lara asked, also standing up to stare at her.

Anna snorted, "It's not my first time in a cage." She drifted around the cage, meeting the eyes of her fellow women. "I was a Marine straight out of high school, did some black ops, got a medical discharge after a run in with some terrorists, healed up, got recruited to the FBI, finished training, and here I am."

"You're FBI," Kristina said skeptically.

"Yes," Anna said, she crossed her arms, "I'd show you my badge, but I stashed it in my backpack before I got caught. My team probably has it in evidence."

"What would the FBI be doing in Lawson?" Maurine asked

"Lawson has a serial killer," Anna replied, "the BAU was sent out to profile him and catch him." She spun in an idle circle, "Of course, now they'll be after this guy, but unless I miss my guess it's the same unsub."

"Why do you think that?" Kristina asked.

"Because he's conducting a ritual," Anna said, "and we're the last of it." She rubbed her hands as footsteps echoed on the decking above. She rolled her shoulders, tilted her head back and forth and cracked her knuckles. "Here we go," she said.

The hatch opened and the unsub climbed down. Anna drifted to the center of her cage, reminding herself that she had to be careful of her bare feet. As the unsub came into the light, Anna felt her gut clench, because he looked so normal. Sandy blond hair, kind blue eyes, he looked almost like John Winchester in the family pictures from before her mother had died. "Please," Lara said, "let us go."

The man didn't look at her, his gaze was focused on Anna, who stared right back at him. "It's time," he said hoarsely.

"You don't have to kill them," Anna replied, stepping forward.

"I have to," he replied as he knelt down. "The Goddess demands it." He pulled a can of spray paint from the ground and painted a symbol.

Anna closed her eyes, Brigit, my lady, she prayed silently, help me.

Behind her, she heard Maurine, "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with the. Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of your womb."

Anna wanted to tell her that praying to God wouldn't help. "It won't help," the unsub said, as he turned to spray in front of Kristina's cage; "your God has no place here."

"Our Father," Kristina began, "who art in Heaven."

Shakily, Maurine and Lara joined her. Nora only stood there, serene in her own way. Anna thought she saw her lips moving, perhaps whispering a prayer in Hebrew. The unsub looked at Anna as he moved in front of Maurine, "You do not pray?" He said.

Anna shook her head, "I am not Christian," she told him.

"Good," the unsub replied and started painting again.

Anna watched the unsub as he painted the symbols, and then left. She knelt to take a long look at the symbols, nodding to herself at seeing the repeat of what had been painted at each of the crime scenes. There was a light twist to the symbols that indicated the feminine nature of the five. "Why didn't he feed us?" Maurine asked shakily clinging to the fence and staring at her. Anna stood up and moved back to the center of the cage.

"Because," Anna replied as the lights cut off one at a time, "it's time to finish the ritual."