"Hotch Sir, I pulled up the security cameras at the lodge where JJ went." Garcia explained sounding out of breath.

"Garcia?" Hotch questioned.

"She was grabbed by two guys, I got a good image of their picture and ran it through the data base." She continued, her voice choking up.

"Hey baby girl, calm down. Did you get a match?" Morgan asked taking the phone from Hotch.

"Yes," Garcia answered right away before letting her voice trail off, leaving the team to wait anxiously for her to continue. "It's Sam and Dean Winchester." She finally finished, doing her best not to let her statement sound more like a question.

"That's impossible." Hotch stated quickly, he remembered that case well. "The Winchesters were killed in an accident months ago."

"I'm sending you the security footage now." Garcia responded quickly her voice still shaken.

...

The team watched the video in complete silence. JJ had excited the cabin after talking to the owners. In total five people had gone missing from the woods, two dead and three were missing. In their rush to find information JJ had gone alone to conduct the interview.

When she turned the corner she bumped into a man wearing a business suit. Hotch grit his teeth, recognizing Dean Winchester from his mug shot. Impersonating an FBI agent was a common ruse for him. JJ must have recognized him as well or at least done something to make him uneasy because a second later he covered her mouth with his hand. The younger brother came to assist and the three disappeared off frame.

"We have to move quickly, the Winchesters were the top suspects in many crimes but always managed to avoid police, until their supposed death. Of course they were not able to be tried after the helicopter explosion if they did do these crimes then we have to find JJ as soon as possible. The Winchesters are not known for their chivalry towards women." Hotch stated his stern voice breaking through the silence that had filled the room.

"Alright sleeping arrangements!" Dean exclaimed causing JJ to jump. The entire afternoon had been spent with the TV playing some mindless show while the brothers read books, used the computer and talked in hush voices around her.

Now she was worried. Dean had spent most of the time ignoring her or making some joke, now that his gaze was focused on her she felt like her life was in danger. The pictures from St. Louis case flashed through her mind once again.

"I call the couch, Jennifer gets the bed and Sammy that means you get the floor." Dean stated tossing his younger brother a pillow.

"What?" Sam asked "You take the floor." He added harshly throwing the pillow back at his brother in mocked anger.

"No way. It's up to you, take the floor or the impala unless you want our gust to sleep on the floor."

"Whatever." Sam said walking over to JJ and removing the handcuffs that had been chafing her wrist all day. Leading her to the bed he motioned for her to lie down.

"Unless you want to sleep tied to that chair Blondie I suggest you lie down, believe me sleeping sitting up does you no good." Dean smiled.

Hesitantly JJ sat on the bed as Sam cuffed one hand to the rail of the bed. To say she was confused was a tremendous understatement; these two were deranged psychopaths they weren't able to feel remorse like normal people would. Her comfort should have been meaningless to them, they should enjoy her discomfort, having control over her yet they truly seemed sincere in making her as comfortable as they could in the situation. They hadn't threatened her or harmed her; this behavior did not match the profile the team had come up with.

Whatever their reasons for this behaviour JJ knew one thing, it was going to be a long night.

JJ woke to the sound of the front door closing. Dean walked into the cabin and gave his brother a quick nod before turning his attention to her.

"Morning sleeping beauty, did you have a good night." There was no condescension in his tone, nor did she get the feeling he was trying to intimidate her. It seemed that the cheerful behavior was perfectly natural to him. Whatever the case she gave a simple nod, making sure to keep eye contact, not submitting to his behavior could be what was keeping her alive. He could be trying to break her and scare her or wait for her to let her guard down before killing her, though that theory did not sit right with her.

"I brought breakfast, I hope you like greasy fast food." Dean laughed before passing the brown take out bag to Sam. "I'll be back in a little bit I want to check out the woods, keep an eye on her."

"Dean you can't go alone." Sam insisted.

"I have to, someone needs to watch her and we have to find out what's in the woods."

"Dean," The younger brother protested.

"Just drop it Sam, we only got a few days before this thing disappears!" Dean shouted, not liking the situation any more than his brother but they had to find out what was grabbing people in the woods and they couldn't leave the FBI agent alone. "So eat your damn food, drink your half-caf double vanilla latte and I'll call you if I find anything." Dean finished with a mocking smile before walking out leaving Sam and JJ alone with a bag of greasy diner food.

...

Moving the table Sam positioned it so JJ could remain sitting in the bed but still reach the food.

"The first time in months I've had breakfast in bed and it's when I'm being held hostage." JJ laughed to herself as she stabbed the plastic fork into the pancakes Dean had brought. They were cold, telling her the drive from the diner he got them from was far away from the cabin.

"You're an FBI agent, I suppose it's hard to make time for breakfast in bed." Sam muttered, taking a bite into his burger.

"The last time was two months ago, I flew down to see my boyfriend." She explained. "Did you make your girlfriend breakfast?" She asked, trying to reach the old Sam the one that he was during Stanford.

"I-She" Sam stuttered, not meeting her eyes. "Yeah, all the time."

"I'm sorry, it must be hard."

"It's been a long time since the fire." He stated.

"You're a good guy Sam. You're not like what we suspected you to be, neither one of you has done anything wrong yet." JJ said, trying once again to make a connection with him.

"Except kidnapping an FBI agent," Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, I guess there's that. Thank you, for letting me have the bed and for the food." JJ said as Sam took the empty plate away from her. "I'm sorry you had to sleep on the floor."

"You're a profiler right?" Sam asked suddenly, his back was to her but she imagined he still knew she was shocked. "I asked Dean to look you up when he went in for breakfast. You're the go to between your team and the media right."

"Yeah?" JJ admitted.

"So lets me guess, because I'm the youngest child you think I don't get the reconciliation I want. That because I play second to my older brother I feel under-appreciated so you're going to thank me until I think were friends. Then you're going to have me question everything my brother does, convince me that I'm the victim in all this. That Stanford was my escape only to be dragged back into my family's delusions." Sam stated, turning around to face her. "Now the only question that remains is how I can save myself, I guess the only answer is to let you go and turn us both in."

JJ continued to look him in the eye, despite feeling completely defeated and vulnerable.

"So tell me FBI BAU Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, how did I do?" His stern expression finally caused her to look away.