"JJ's not back yet?" Reid asked as he walked over to the desk coffee in hand. The small room contained two boards with various crime scene photos on them, the boards themselves casted long shadows across the wall as the sun hung low in the sky.

"Not yet, strange she should be back by now." Morgan said, dropping the files to turn and look at the clock.

"She went to interview the owner of the lodge right?" Emily asked. "To see if any of the missing persons stayed there."

"Yeah," Reid said, phone held to his ear "That's strange, her phones off."

"I'll call Garcia and see if she can track her phone." Morgan stated not sure if it was the time to panic yet but if JJ was in trouble he knew she would be the one to call.

"Check it out Sammy, the tube works." Dean smiled, as if a working TV in a rundown cabin made up for everything.

"That's great Dean, now we won't miss the press conference that says two supposedly dead murders kidnapped an FBI agent." Sam mocked.

"What was I supposed to do Sam, she would have turned us in, we would've had to leave town." Dean defended himself.

"Then let's do that, pack our things and leave." Sam shouted as Dean walked away from him and flopped down on the bed. The cabin was small to say the least, its set up reminding them of more of a motel then anything.

"Five people have gone missing in the woods, two were found dead, and you want to walk away?" Dean asked from his seat on the bed.

"Maybe it's not our kind of case." Sam stated as he followed his brother through the cabin, looking to see if the place was secure.

"This thing has been snatching people up every twelve years like clockwork for as far back as we can track, that's not some normal psychopath. Now we only got a few days to find this thing before it disappears, if we don't we'll have to wait another decade."

"There are other hunters Dean!" Sam shouted.

"We're here now!" Dean shouted back stubbornly from the center of the room.

"Jerk," Sam muttered after a moment of silence.

"Bitch," Dean responded instantly.

"Fine, what are we supposed to do with her?" Sam asked, glancing over at JJ who was currently handcuffed to a table watching the two. She was in shock watching the two argue back and forth before switching back to a calm demeanor in a matter of seconds.

"I don't know, offer her a drink, see what's on TV, I'm going to look around." Dean laughed before leaving the small cabin.

Sam sighed before turning his attention to the girl, agent Jareau he remembered. Screaming about being on a hunt probably didn't help the situation but knowing their records she probably already thought they were crazy.

"Hey, sorry about that," He muttered awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "I think we got some water in the impala, are you thirsty?"

"No." She whispered looking around the room. Kidnapping her had been an impulsive decision; otherwise they would have gone to a motel. She suspected they came across this small hunting cabin by accident, from what she could assume there was not much more then what she could see. An average size room with a dear head mounted on the wall, a bed and couch along with an outdated fridge all coated in dust and a door she could only assume lead to a bathroom, and a generator in the back.

If that was right then her only exits were the front door, between her and which was the youngest Winchester, and possibly a window in the bathroom. Her options for escape were limited but maybe she could convince Sam to help her.

"Sam," JJ whispered causing him to jump "could I maybe still have that water?" She asked.

"Yeah sure, hang on." He said before leaving the room, more than pleased to make her as comfortable as possible.

Taking a calming breath JJ went over the brother's profile, it had only been a few months since the team had gone over the Winchester's case for agent Hendrickson. Unfortunately, the Winchesters were caught and supposedly died in an explosion along with several other people before the profile was complete.

The two had been raised by their father after the death of their mother, traveling and raised like soldiers they were taught to believe that they were fighting evil. Sam was the younger brother and managed to leave his family and start a normal life, but after the death of his girlfriend he came to rely on his brother and fell into the same delusion. If she could play on whatever residual resentment he had on his brother for taking him away from a normal life, she might be able to get out of here.

"Here you go." Sam said kindly, holding the bottle close to her mouth seeing as her hands were cuffed to the table.

"Thank you." JJ whispered after taking a long sip. "Sam, can I ask you something?"

"Sure." He smiled, happy to have a conversation rater then sit in awkward silence. "What do you want to know?" he asked, this time more hesitantly remembering that she was an FBI agent.

"Why am I here?" JJ asked simply.

"We can't have you turn us in, I know you're scared, but you don't have to be. Once were done you're free to go."

"Are you sure about that, will Dean let me go?" Sam opened his mouth to speak but JJ cut him off "You heard him, he said when he's ready to leave town he'll let me go but I'm the only one who knows your both alive. After everything you've done to fake your death, do you really think he'll let me walk away? Dose Dean really seem like the type of person who would let someone walk away? Please Sam I need your help."

"When we're done here you're going to walk away from here, alive, I promise you." The younger Winchester answered, wishing that there was something he could say that could convince her that she wasn't in danger.

"Sam, I don't understand. You're a smart guy, went to college, studied prelaw at Stanford. You had a bright future ahead of you. Smart, handsome, a girlfriend you were going places, then Dean showed up and"

"He's my brother, I had to help him." Sam snapped.

"I know- you're a good brother but maybe the best way to help your brother is to stop all this before more innocent people get hurt." She replied kindly, watching him carefully as he sat down on the corner of the bed.

"I'm sorry agent Jareau, I can't make you understand." He sighed.

"Everything okay in here?" Dean asked as he entered the cabin.

"Yeah Dean everything's fine." Sam replied simply.

JJ just leaned back on her chair, her first chance at getting Sam on her side failed.