Holy Cow thank you for all the follows and the favorites I am so happy you all like this story I am working so hard to keep it updated as quickly as I can. Please keep up the reviews I love it. Makes me feel all warm inside :D So here is Chapter 3. I am working on Chapter 4 and will hopefully have it up in a day or two I feel like I am on fire with this!

Hotchner looked across the table to the other Agents. Four hours of sleep was never enough and it was even less if you couldn't get to sleep right away. It didn't look like anyone had slept. "Garcia sent everything on the Winchesters as well as our victims." He started.

"I read over it earlier" Spencer said sitting up straighter in his seat. His cloths looked rumpled and looked distinctly like the ones he had been wearing earlier.

"Then by all means bring us up to speed." Hotchner digressed.

"The Winchester's are wanted in connection with over half a dozen murders, multiple charges of identity theft, credit card fraud, forgery, weapons charges, impersonating federal agents, and more. They are believed to be delusional and kill at will. They have no preference on those they kill, the motivation seems to be fueled by the delusion that they are on some quest to rid the world of demons and other creatures that go bump in the night. Their father is believed to have shared this delusion and instilling it in his boys. They were often neglected, left alone, moved around a lot. They have no real home and often stay in motels, so I suggest checking all the run down motels in the area." Spencer explained. "As for the victims, all three women, Jessica Gonzales, Anna Greens, and Diana Folner where devoutly Christian women and pillars of the community so it doesn't make sense that they would just up and leave. Jessica and Anna where married each had two children. Diana has a boyfriend of 4 years. They were varying in age, race, and backgrounds. Jessica was a stay at home mom while Anna worked as Doctor and Diana owned her own very successful fashion store. Jessica went missing from Kansas City, Kansas. Anna from Orlando, Florida and Diana from San Diego all on the same night at roughly the same time." Spencer said talking slower than usual at least for him.

"So wait three different states, all at the same time, these guys couldn't have taken them unless there is a third member of this we don't know about." Emily spoke up.

"The brothers faked their death, maybe their father did as well?" J.J. asked.

"No, their father is dead, he died at a hospital since then we had it confirmed that it was him." Spencer replied. "There must be a third person with the brothers."

"It's highly unlikely the profile we did on them in the beginning wouldn't allow for another person." Hotch said looking up from his notes. "These guys are family; they wouldn't allow just anyone to come with them as they don't trust anyone else."

"Then how where two guys in three places at the same time. Not to mention, that on that day in question almost 500 people were reported missing on the same day at the same time it was the largest amount of people to ever go missing at once." Emily asked looking up from her notes.

"We are missing something." Rossi sighed. "Its right there but we can't figure it out and I have a feeling we won't know anything until we catch up with these boys."

Dean sat on a bar stool drinking a beer. It was the usual kind of bar you would find him in. pool tables, cheap beer, sports games on in the background. However Dean wasn't paying much attention to it. In fact he glanced at the time on his phone and sighed impatiently.

"What is it squirrel can't you see I have enough problems running hell without being at your beck and call all the time." Crowley said sitting down beside him and ordering scotch. "Where's moose will he be joining us?"

"No" Dean grunted.

"Ah he doesn't know we are having this conversation I take it?" Crowley said knowingly a twinkle in his eye. "When are you going to tell your brother about us? These secret dates are starting to get taxing; I would rather everyone know about us I swear it's like you're ashamed of me or something."

"First of all this isn't a date Crowley, second of all I would prefer no one knew I was talking to you and third I need information." Dean growled.

"Oh, you want to pump me for information and here I thought you were here to have a little fun." Crowley chuckled.

"Knock it off Crowley, one of your Demons is killing Angels in a ritualistic way, I want to know which one." Dean growled

"I have no idea what you're talking about. If one of my demons were killing Angels they would brag about it to me to gain favor." Crowley said trying to hide the puzzled expression.

"So then one of your Demons is off the reservation and doesn't want daddy's affection or he's trying to undermine you and make himself look like a bigger badass then you, maybe over throw the king." Dean said taking a jab at him.

"I assure you none of my Demons are doing that. However I will ask around." Crowley snapped and was gone.

Dean finished his drink and got to his feet slipping back into the motel before his brother even woke up. It wouldn't take long police where crawling all over the place searching for them. They would have to leave the motel and find somewhere more remote to stay. Dean started packing everything up and put it into the Impala. He would let his brother sleep just a little bit longer.

"Angels, demons, they are all despicable, but hunters! Hunters are the worst; they run around killing everything no regard." George shouted at his wife. The petite blood was watching him eagerly as he worked. She short hair was spiky and she wore cloths that where a size too small and clung to her frame. Her blue eyes twinkled with excitement and longing.

"George dear, we will get them. All of them, no more fighting. You're job is almost done." her voice was squeaky and she took a step closer to watch him, to watch the blood flow.

George stood at the edge of the devils trap; he was no Angel, no demon, and no hunter. He was created, created by god to destroy all magic on Earth. His faithful wife stood by his side as he did just that. Rid the world of the magical blight. As he approached the demon, his knife bit through the vessels skin. George didn't know how he knew these things, these things that buzzed around in his head. There was no rhyme, no reason to it. He had never been taught these things, never read of them in books. They were just there in his head. As he carved the symbols into the demons chest, the man screamed powerless to do anything. With the symbols carved George pressed his hand to them and the demon fell dead at his feet. He sighed whipped the knife on his pants and turned to his wife. "It is done" he said and walked towards the exit of the abandoned warehouse.

His wife skittered after him in her black heels. She through one more glance back at his handy work and grinned.

"Moose, squirrel we have a problem." Crowley said as dean opened the motel door.

"A big problem" Cas said appearing in the room. "Crowley"

"Castial" Crowley nodded.

"What's going on?" Sam asked looking between the two.

"It's not Angels" Cas said.

"It's not demons" Crowley grumbled.

"You sure it's not a hunter?" Cas asked.

"Called around no one knows anything and everyone is spread out nowhere near here." Dean replied.

"Well one of my demons just turned up dead in a warehouse, summoned by the way, I assumed it was you guys but a witness, I.E. a sniveling demon told me it was some guy named George and this women. This witness was able to leave before he was seen."

"So we have a guy named George with a woman who is killing Angels and Demons and we have no idea who or what he is?" Dean asked.

"Yes" Crowley and Cas answered together then glared at each other.

"Well then can you tell us what these symbols mean?" Sam asked showing them one of the pictures.

They both looked at it and frowned shaking their heads.

"Great we should go out there and look at the other body before the cops find it." Dean sighed. Picking up his jacket he walked out to his car. Sam brought the rest of their belongings they would be coming back to this place.

Starting up Baby he turned on some Rolling Stones, Sam slid in beside him and they were on their way.

The drive took about 30 minutes and it was already getting dark by the time they pulled up. Little did they know that someone had followed them there. They got out guns drawn as they entered the warehouse. The body was on the ground sprawled out in a devils trap. Dean shook his head as he approached. "How is this guy killing them?" Dean asked kneeling down to get a closer look.

"No Idea" Sam said taking pictures quickly. He put his cell phone back in his pocket "We shouldn't stay long"

"I know Sammy" Dean said getting to his feet. They turned to leave...

"Put the guns down" the bulky, well built, dark skinned man ordered.

"Put the guns down and get on the ground" The blond woman said echoing him.

"Guess we better do what they say." Sam said dropping his weapon.

"Yeah" Dean said gruffly as he too set his down.

"Get on the ground!" the blond demanded.

"I think you have us confused for someone else ma'am" Dean said turning on a little charm.

"Don't flatter yourself Dean Winchester I take it, you must be Sam. We know who you are."

"That's nice because we have no idea who you are or why you followed us here"

"You heard her get on the ground" the voice came from behind him Dean looked quickly to see four other people with guns drawn that was when he saw the FBI logo and swore.

"Sam their feds, they must have followed us from the motel."

"I told you we should have left and come back when they left but no" Sam gripped.

"Well if maybe you hadn't slept so damn much" Dean snapped back.

"Get on the ground."

"Look we'll get on the ground but first care to introduce yourselves I mean common courtesy people" Dean said keeping his hands up.

"Fine, I'm Agent Hotchner, that's Morgan, JJ, Prentiss, Rossi, and Spencer." Hotch sighed.

"Right, I'm Dean that's Sam and you guys have no idea what you have gotten yourselves into." dean said looking around at them all.

"Gotten ourselves into?" Rossi asked, "You mean angels and demons your delusion."

"Not a delusion" Dean argued.

"Right and I am sure you have some sort of proof." Rossi countered.

"Proof, right... Proof... Cas feathery ass down here now" Dean called.

Everyone looked around as if expecting something. Nothing happened.

"Wait got this, just grabbing my phone" Dean said and dialed 666. "Hey Crowley, in a jam need some help, yeah yeah I'll owe you one."

"Who was that?" Spencer asked.

"King of hell" Dean frowned.

"I thought Satan was the king of hell" Spencer countered.

"Not when you through him in a pit with an Angel to stop the apocalypse." Dean said matter of factly.

"You know Squirrel I do have things to do" Crowley said popping up beside him.

The agents started and took a step back.

"How did..." Rossi gasped as he was lifted and flung backwards he hit the wall with a thud.

"Now shall we get this over with?" Crowley asked, he through his head back and black smoke started streaming from his body. As the vessel crumpled over Crowley took residents in Agent Hotchner.

"Kind of cozy in here, smart but strong lot of fight in this one" Hotch/Crowley said.

"Alright Crowley" Dean growled.

"Fine Fine" Hotch's head went back and the black smoke poured out then back into his own body. "Happy now? Don't keep expecting me to come bust your ass out of situations like this, you have the mark you won't die, you won't be you but you won't die as for moose over there well that's for another time." Crowley said then disappeared.

Dean looked around at the agents. Rossi was shaking his head as he got to his feet, Hotchner was picking himself off the ground and the other agents looked stunned. "You wanted proof right?" He asked.

"What the hell just happened?" Hotch demanded.

"That was Crowley, the king of hell. He is a demon who can take possession of a person at will. The black smoke you saw was him in demon form." Sam explained.

"Demon's aren't real" Morgan sounded less then sure of himself.

"After what you just saw you are still going to deny that?" Dean demanded.

"It was a trick, sleight of hand, misdirection for all we know you set all this up" Rossi winced as he pulled his hand away from the back of his head and there was blood.

"Cas!" Dean called out, "Damnit Castiel we need your help"

"Hello Dean" Castial said appearing beside him in a swish of wings. "I am very busy attempting to locate the person responsible for these deaths. I cannot do that if you keep calling for me."

"That Agent is hurt, Crowley got a little over zealous." Dean nodded towards Rossi.

"Very well, but I may have a lead" Castial approached Rossi. The other Agents trained their guns on him.

"Easy, you wanted proof. Let him do his thing." Dean said holding his hands up indicating he wanted everyone to chill. Cas stopped mid step and looked around.

"I mean him no harm; I am an Angel of the lord." Cas said watching them. They hesitated and did not lower their weapons. Cas held out his hands indicating he wasn't armed and then held his right hand up reached out towards Rossi and closed the gap placing his hand on Rossi's head. It took only a moment to heal him before Cas turned to Dean. "It is done, was there anything else?"

"No" Dean said simply and Cas left as quickly as he had come.

"Thanks Buddy" Dean called out to the air.

Rossi put his hand to his head and this time there was no blood when he pulled it away. "Amazing my head doesn't even hurt anymore, in fact nothing hurts anymore; no aches, no pains, nothing."

"That's one of the perks of having an Angel as a friend. They are pretty handy when they want to be. Look we've given you proof of Angels and Demons. We are Hunters pure and simple, we don't kill innocents. We are fighting a war that has been going on for a very long time and sometimes there is no way to save the vessel or the meat suit. Sometimes people are werewolves, or vampires, or skin walkers, or hell even witches" Dean shuddered at the mention of witches. "Ghosts are real and there is only one way to stop them, burn the body with salt. Look man I know this sounds crazy and every fiber of your being is telling you it can't be real but the supernatural exists..." Dean looked from one Agent down the line. They were all staring at him, some confused, some angry, mostly sheer bewilderment; Dean understood for the most part, everything they had ever believed was now being turned upside down. They were questioning what they saw, what they believed, and it didn't appear to be sitting well. He was getting nervous though as the minutes ticked by and nothing was said. He looked over at his brother who shrugged.