Okay, I was only going to post the first three chapters of this story tonight but a review left moments ago made me instantly realized I need to clarify something. to the gust who wrote this reminded them of a story "I see a darkness". I just went on to look at that story and I see can plainly the similarities. It's possible I read that story before and remembered some of the plot while I was writing mine, but if that was the case please know it was not intentional, I honestly can't remember reading it but I skim through so many stories on here I can't be sure.

That being said I am fairly certain the plot will differ very soon. And yes the story I'm posting here is 100% complete so please enjoy the next chapter.

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you know what, It's my first story on here so I'm just going to post it all tonight :)

The board was covered in images of the Winchesters, the team had tracked their entire childhood. From their family home burning down, the multiple of schools they attended growing up, Sam going to college, and the multitude of open cases that they were suspects in.

"These guys have been all over the map." Morgan said in shock as he placed another red pin in the map on the opposite wall. "If they were involved in all these cases they have been doing this longer than anyone thought."

"Some of them are only based on a partial finger print matches, but the crimes in the area match the Winchester profile as well. There was either grave desecrations, cult marks found on the scene, and witnesses reported fake offices or other officials." Hotch stated with his arms cross looking over the board.

"It doesn't make sense though why don't they stick to the same routine. Why don't they us the same symbols in every event or dig up a grave every time?" Emily asked looking at all the different complex symbols drawn on the ceiling or floors of various crime scenes.

"We assume that they are acting on multiple delusions, where they have to react in different ways." Hotch explained, looking through a case file.

"But in order to for them to do all of this they would have to be under dozens of delusions and still be able to interact with the public." Emily continued. It seemed almost impossible for anyone to be this delusional and still be able to interact without anyone suspecting them.

"They have to be extremely high functioning psychopaths. In order for the functioning of these unsubs to be this high they have to truly believe there delusions to be real." Morgan said simply.

"We need someone who has been studying the Winchester's, their case is too complex." Hotch stated, unsure who to call. Many police officers had been involved in the Winchester's cases but they had never stayed in one person's jurisdiction for anyone to focus on their case long enough. "It will be difficult to find someone who has the information we need about the Winchesters, after the cases went unsolved for so long other cases take priority and the Winchesters cross state lines and get away."

"What about agent Hendrickson? He was focused specifically on finding the Winchester's?" Rossi suggested instantly, after all it was Hendrickson who first called them to consult on the case.

"Focused was putting it mildly, he was obsessed." Morgan interrupted, remembering when he came in for a preliminary profile.

"He would have been a perfect consultant but unfortunately he was killed in the explosion that was reported to have killed the Winchesters as well." Reid explained. "But he had written many notes and reports maybe they could help us."

"Alright Morgan and Prentiss go get Hendrickson's notes and talk to the agents he worked with, Reid work on a geographical profile the Winchesters have to still be in the area."

Dean came back with more books and newspapers. JJ wasn't able to see what they were researching but whatever it was dated back many years judging by the condition of the newspapers.

"This was all you could get?" Sam asked.

"We'll they normally don't let people take books out without a library card." Dean mocked. "I had to grab whatever I could and get out before someone recognized me."

"This case is getting more complicated; the cops released images from a video along with our old mug shots." Sam said in annoyance, he really just wanted to finish this case so they could focus on stopping Lilith and breaking Dean's deal.

"They released our mug shots, how did I look." Dean asked with a joking grin, like a teenager mocking his parents. "I do a mean blue steel."

"Can you be serious?"Sam glared.

"Fine, you go back to the library, see if you can find any records to match our theory." Dean muttered.

"Aah, Sam." JJ asked causing both men to turn their attention to her. "I have to go to the bathroom." She added in embarrassment.

"Right sorry." Sam muttered foolishly, of course she needed to use the bathroom she had been held hostage for nearly a day now. Un-cuffing her from the bed he walked her to the bathroom.

"Are you going to need any help in there?" Dean asked, not necessarily trying to make her uncomfortable with his suggestive grin but he wanted to get some kind or reaction. He was hoping she would come back with some wise-guy comment but instead she looked like a deer caught in headlights as a scared look crossed her face.

"He's kidding." Sam reassured, "Take your time. There's a shower you can use too. We got some clothes in the impala if you want or you can just put on what you're wearing." Sam stammered, they each had a change of clothes but nothing that would fit her comfortably.

"I'll be fine." JJ whispered as she walked into the bathroom.

When the door closed behind her JJ quickly turned on the water to drown out any sound she made. Searching the small cupboards under the sink she frantically looked for anything that could use. There was nothing, an old hairbrush and toothpaste but nothing she could use to escape not even so much as a nail clipper.

The room was smaller than the one she had been held up in for hours. The window, even if she was able to break the glass, was too small to fit through leaving her with no escape options. Admitting defeat she took the brief moment away from the Winchesters to clear her head.

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The shower was a welcome relief, but when she had to put her dirty clothes from the day before back on all the worries returned. For a moment she considered asking Sam for the clean change of clothes but quickly pushed that thought aside, not wanting to wear something own by them. Taking a breath she opened the bathroom door, and looked around confused.

Sam had left, leaving her alone with Dean.

"You done." Dean asked as he walked up to her. She gave a simple nod, making sure to keep eye contact believing that so long as Dean did not think he was affecting her he would not escalate.

Taking her by the arm, Dean led her back to the bed and re-cuffed her to the railing. JJ wasn't sure what the best way to handle this was, she could only assume that the reason he had not harmed her yet was because Sam was still her. Now that Sam was gone the profile said Dean, a sadistic psychopath under the delusion he was a warrior, would escalate. He believes she is the enemy, the pictures of what he did to all the other women flashed through her mind once again as she stared at the knife on the table and his gun hidden beneath his jacket.

"Listen, you're scared I get that." Dean stated softly as he leaned forward in the chair beside her, still not acting according to the profile. "Okay let's try this, my names Dean Winchester I am an Aquarius and I listen to Led Zepplelin. Your turn."

"How does someone end up like you?" JJ asked before she could stop herself. The man in front of her was a serial killer, a high school dropout who got his GED, obviously brilliant, charming, and yet his personality switched from a psychopath to a five year old in three seconds flat.

"I had a crappy guidance counselor." Dean answered with his usually boyish smile that she was getting use to seeing.

JJ stared at him for a second, his serious face once again transformed into a kind childlike attitude with a sincere smile. She didn't want to tell him anything about her but this game of his gave her the option to not only learn about him, fix the profile, and change his view of her to something other than an enemy.

"My name is Jenifer, I have a son." She replied. The Winchesters had killed many people but never children, in fact there were a few reports of them saving young kids. Perhaps it was due to their own upbringing they felt that they had to protect children so they didn't have to go through what they had, what ever the reason playing into any weak spot couldn't hurt her chances for surviving.

"Kids are great; when Sammy was little he didn't complain half as much as he does now." Dean added remembering a simpler time. JJ studied him carefully pleased by his reaction, was this why there have been no reports of violence against children, because Dean saw his own little brother in them?

"Why are you doing this Dean?" JJ asked "You and your brother were gone, the police weren't looking for you. You could have settled down in a home and had your own family."

"Don't do that." Dean cut her off his voice hard, he was not going to sit here and let her pretend she knew anything about their life. "We don't have a choice, never did." Dean stated bitterly. JJ did not know what to make of it, if Dean was under the delusion that he was hunting monsters he should feel like a hero, have a superior complex. Yet, everything about his behavior now pointed to a tired man a man that had been beaten down, only to have to stand up and keep going, not because he wanted to but because he had to.

"I'm sorry. If you're willing to tell me tell me what's really going on I'm willing to listen." JJ offered.

Dean didn't want to tell her anything, he wasn't about to sit there and talk about his life like she was some kind of shrink who wanted to make all his pain go away. But he was going to be held up in the cabin with her until Sam got back, and watching the scared women fight back her fear and be brave in front of him was tearing him apart. He didn't like the way she looked at him, waiting for him to snap.

It didn't matter if he told her the truth, she was a FBI profiler, she already thought he was crazy. What harm could it do to tell her his story, she wouldn't believe him but it would let her know that the delusion she believed him to be under was not a threat to her.

At first JJ didn't think Dean was going to tell her anything but to her surprise, the elder Winchester told a tale that would put the grim brothers to shame. Losing his mother at a young age, having to raise his little brother, all while being constantly drilled by his father. It was no surprise his life had turned out the way it did, believing that he was hunting monsters, and saving people made up for everything that had become of his live. The motels, cheep food, late nights and alcoholism were all worth it if he believed he was helping people.

That was why the Winchesters never upped their game to include robberies to make themselves rich or had any personal motive in their crimes. To them it wasn't about helping themselves or fulfilling some fantasy, their gratification was in the people they left behind. The people they saved.

"Hendrickson was wrong about you, wasn't he?" JJ said knowing empathy was the best way to deal with a multiple of criminals, from emotionally damaged individuals to psychopaths. "You were just trying to help, to save people and he was trying to stop you. I understand." JJ edged trying to make him see her as someone other than his enemy; surprisingly she was able to relate to him more easily than she thought.

"If this is the part where you tell me what you think I want to hear, stop now." Dean stated annoyed "Hendrickson was a good guy, yeah he got some things wrong and locked us up but he was a good guy." He explained, more to himself than her.

Looking up in shock JJ could not believe what he said. Hendrickson was no doubt the one person that Dean should have thought to be the villain, the one trying to stop him from doing his job, but somehow he must have become something else in whatever fantasy the Winchesters were experiencing.

"What happened to him, in the explosion?" She asked quietly.

"He died, but not in the explosion." Dean answered mournfully, knowing that even if he told her the truth she wouldn't believe him but continued anyway. "A demon was after us and Hendrickson was in the way, she killed him, Nancy and everyone else in the station."

"Who is she?" JJ asked, playing along with his story.

"Lilith." Dean answered darkly