Sam shuffled through the multiple of books through the library, through all their research all their leads pointed to one creature. A Wendigo, it was the only thing that could be taking hikers from the woods. On a normal hunt Dean and him wouldn't have any problem with hunting it but someone had to stay with agent Jareau.

"Dean." Sam spoke quietly into his cell phone.

"Yeah?" His brothers voice answered in a hush tone, not wanting the FBI agent to overhear.

"Get this, I found records of a hunting group that got stranded in the forest for over a month. When the rescue team finally reached them-"

"Let me guess, they didn't make it." Dean cut him off in a half joking voice.

"Yeah."

"How much do you want to bet one of those hunters got hungry enough and turned into a Wendigo?" Dean asked, already knowing the answer.

"Dean if it is a Wendigo than some of those kids might still be alive." Sam replied, Wendigo's store food if that was the case there was still time to save the kids that were taken.

"I know what you mean; we don't have time to waist. Meet me at the site where the last campers went missing, bring some gas and a lighter- we'll barbeque ourselves a Wendigo." Dean said with a smile, more than ready to finish up this hunt.

"What about agent Jareau, we can't just leave her alone."Sam reminded him.

"We don't have a choice, a Wendigo is a two man job and it's not going to keep those kids forever."

"Alright."

"Alright Blondie, looks like you're on your own for a little while." Dean said after hanging up the phone. "Watch TV, eat some chips, have a drink and stay put till I get back." He said turning on the TV and pushing the bottle of drinks and bowl of chips to where she could reach before heading towards the door.

"What." JJ asked, not believing he was really going to leave her alone. The brothers had been so careful when watching her, never leaving her alone other than a bathroom break.

"If everything goes as planned then you'll be home by breakfast tomorrow." Dean said before running out the door. JJ couldn't believe it, whatever he had been talking about to his brother certainty made him leave in a hurry.

There were acres of unused land, forest and marshes covered a wide area many having abandon cabins that the Winchesters could be hiding in. Reid did his best to pinpoint a location but JJ was the only confirmed abduction from the Winchesters, and even if he assumed that the other missing were the Winchesters doing he could not isolate a likely area as to where they could be. The best anyone could do was search every cabin or hunting lodge in the surrounding areas.

"You alright Reid?" Morgan asked as he walked into the room.

"There's no way to use geographical profiling to locate them. The Winchesters movements have always been unpredictable and stretched throughout the country." Reid admitted sounding completely defeated. "What about agent Hendrickson's notes, did you find anything?"

"Afraid not, his notes mostly showed his obsession and desperation to catch the Winchesters. Hotch and the others are still working on it." Morgan said, feeling the same helplessness as the young genius.

"Do you think she's okay?" Reid asked. The entire team had been worried about JJ, but Reid didn't know how to handle it. Normally they assume the victims to still be alive until they have evidence suggesting otherwise. Sam and Dean's behavior have been so erratic with their known victims, some they killed, some they left alive, and their motivations vary with their delusions. There was no way to assume one way or the other if JJ was still alive, and that scared Reid. That little bite of hope was enough to drive him mad because if he believed she was alright but something happened he didn't know how to handle loosing someone else.

"JJ's smart, she'll be fine." Morgan reassured.

"I hope you're right."

Walking through the woods Sam and Dean hiked to the spot where most of the campers were taken from. The sites were still closed off, yellow tape telling people not to cross. Even from a distance the brothers could see the remains of the tent, blood from where two of the boys had been killed.

"What site is this?" Dean asked as he looked at the tracks in the dirt.

"The third abduction site, Brent and Adam were found dead while Seth was taken." Sam reminded Dean as they walked deeper into the forest.

"The camp site is in the middle of the forest, plenty of cover for the Wendigo. I say the first two fought back and pissed him off, than after killing them it took the kid." Dean stated, pulling the homemade flamethrower out of his bag. The device consisted mainly of a can of hairspray and a lighter but it would do the job.

It didn't take long for the brothers to track down the monster's hideout, a cave hidden deep in the woods. It offered everything a Wendigo needed, seclusion from the locals, running water and most importantly plenty of room to store food.

Walking deeper into the cave, water dripped from the cavern walls the further down they went.

"I don't like this Sammy." Dean muttered as he pointed his flashlight to the opposite cave walls. "We're wandering around this cave blind, while it knows every inch of this place."

"You think it's leading us into a trap?" Sam asked crouching to avoid hitting his head on the low ceiling.

"Probably, we got to throw him off guard." Dean answered as he flicked open the lighter and stared through the small flame.

"We got video of Sam Winchester leaving the local library but we got no footage of where he could have went after that." One of the officers said nervously as he addressed the already stressed FBI agents.

"Lock that area down." Rossi said. "Have your officers close every road coming in and out of the."

"Yes sir, but with the surrounding woods it would be easy for them to sneak away." The officer admitted. "Why haven't they left town yet?" He asked confused.

"Because they're not finished here yet. Do we know what he was looking at?" Hotch asked. Locking the area down like martial law wouldn't save JJ, they had to get ahead of the Winchesters movements.

"No, there was only a camera at the front door." The officer answered, it was obvious to everyone in the room what was troubling the young officer along with every officer in the department. It was every police agencies worst nightmare to have the Winchesters stumble into their jurisdiction and, also every officers dream to be the one to catch them.

"So we got nothing." Morgan stated as he clenched his fist tightly, wanting nothing more than to punch through the desk, but he restrained himself.

"Not necessarily, we've been working using the Winchesters profile." Reid said as he stood up from the desk and walked over to the board detailing the Winchesters life.

"Who else are we supposed to be profiling?" Emily asked, slightly annoyed that she couldn't follow the genius train of thought.

"The monster there're hunting." Reid stated bluntly. "Think about it their actions are unpredictable because their decisions are based on whatever their delusion is. We know that they believed to be tracking a ghost and a shape shifter once, If we use what information was available to the public along with whatever their behavior has shown so far we can determine what delusion their under and pinpoint where they are headed."