What? Wow! So many people like this story and I am so happy about it! Thank you all for your reviews and your favorites and follows. I know I said a day or two for this but I got tied up at work. Here is chapter 4 I hope you enjoy its a little less action like and more explanations. The next chapter will have some good old fashion sleuthing and maybe a surprise twist.

It was Spencer that spoke first. "Perhaps this isn't the place to talk about all of this. Maybe we should go back to the prescient." he suggested.

"Are you arresting us?" Sam asked.

Everyone turned to look at Hotch, who holstered his gun. "Honestly at this point I don't know what to do with you." He nodded for the others to holster their weapons. "You have broken the law over and over and there is the incident of you faking your deaths and the death of an agent."

"Might I make a suggestion? You all have been hunting us, you all look like shit, no offense and I am sure none of you have really eaten. Can we be rational and adult about this? Let's all go grab something to eat, hear what we have to say and than if you still don't believe us... Sam and I will surrender and you can arrest us, no fight nothing." Dean said keeping his hands visible.

"Alright" Hotch conceded after a few minutes of quiet deliberation. "I shouldn't be doing this but after what just happened I want to know more."

"Great" Dean said clapping his hands together. He moved to pick up his gun.

"Wait what are you doing Hotch we are just going to let them pick up their guns and go eat dinner with them?" Morgan demanded.

"We'll hold on to the weapons for now, if you are what you say you are we can talk about it then." Hotch said. Rossi and Spencer grabbed up the pistols.

"Fair enough" Dean nodded. "I suppose you want us to take your vehicle too but I'm not so keen about leaving Baby out here all by herself."

"Baby?" Spencer inquired.

"My car." Dean replied pointedly.

"Oh, one of us could drive it back." Spencer suggested...

"I would rather not but if it's our only option..." Dean sighed.

"I'll take that baby for a ride any day" Morgan said perking up and holding out his hand for the keys. Dean dropped them into his out stretched hand begrudgingly.

Rossi stepped forward, "We have to pat you down you know."

"Yeah, I get it" Dean pursed his lips. He looked over at Sam who had remained quiet during the whole exchange. That wasn't like him at all glancing over at his brother Sam mouthed "What the hell are you doing." Dean shrugged.

The agents patted them down, removing several knives, guns, and other various weapons.

"Armed to the nines, where you expecting something serious?" Spencer asked.

"More or less" Sam shrugged. As they were escorted from the warehouse Dean glanced over at his car.

"Be easy on her and don't change my radio station!" he snapped.

"Alright chill chill, I'll be good to her." Morgan said putting his hands up a little in defense. He walked around inspecting the vehicle. Letting out a low whistle he looked at Dean, "You take care of this yourself?" he asked.

"Yeah, she was my dad's but she's mine now. It's getting harder and harder to find parts for her but working on Baby keeps me calm let's me relax after all the crap we see" Dean said running his hand over baby's hood.

"I'll take care of her man" Morgan said clapping a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Start her up" Dean said "and pop the hood"

Morgan grinned and did as Dean asked. Leaning back in the seat Morgan turned the key in the ignition and the Impala roared to life. "Oh yeah, that's what I am talking about!" he said popping the hood and scrambling over to take a took. Dean lifted the hood and stood back a little to allow Morgan to look. "Amazing, you do this all yourself." He said leaning in closer.

"That's nothing; you should see what we did with the trunk." Dean grinned, "Sammy pop the trunk."

"You think that's a good idea Dean?" Sam asked hesitant about their arrsenul of weapons being seized.

"They're going to search the car anyway, might as well show them what we have and explain it all to them." Dean said moving towards the back. He popped the hood and motioned for everyone to gather round.

"There is enough weapons and ammunition here for a small Army." Rossi said with a low whistle.

"Yeah well we kind of are a two man army." Dean shrugged. "Anyway, that right there are rock salt shells. Those are for ghosts, it won't get rid of them but it will slow em down a little. Along with the fire poker there it's iron. Ghosts don't like iron." Dean explained as he pointed things out.

"That right there is a..."

"Machete what the hell do you need with that?" Emily asked.

"Only way to kill a vampire is to cut its head off" Sam said quietly. "Its silver which means it can kill skin walkers too."

"Holy water is for the demons" Dean explained pointing to the gallon jugs.

"What is this?" Spencer asked picking up an Angel Blade.

"That is a very special weapon; it's called an Angel Blade." Dean replied

"You what kill Angels with it?"

"Well only if we have to, we try not it. It's called an Angel Blade because it is a weapon made by the Angels." Sam piped up.

"Why would the Angels need weapons?" Morgan asked "There supposed to be all good and protect life."

"You would think... but Angels are in turmoil. The blades where crafted to fight a war between good and evil, the Angels and Demons. For many years the Angels stayed where they were, they let humanity take its course. That was of course until the Apocalypse, kind of our fault it started really but we stopped it. In the course of that the balance of power shifted and the war broke out again. Anyway we've stopped the Apocalypse a few times with help of friends along the way." Dean explained. "We've lost friends, hell died a few times. I spent some time in hell until my Angel friend you met there pulled me out. I've been in purgatory, spent a year there while I figured out how to escape. Sam's been dead had his soul removed and then put back in. Death never seems to stick with us.. Which makes death kind of aggravated, real nice guy like pizza and pickles really."

"You understand that this is very hard to believe" Hotch said standing with his arms a crossed his chest.

"We get it you aren't the first LEO we've had to convince." Sam said standing a little ways back.

"You have worked with other Law Enforcement agencies before?" Spencer asked inspecting the text on the blade. "What is this writing?"

"Enochian, language of the Angels." Sam said, "May I?" he asked holding his hand out.

Spencer handed him the blade which made the others start.

"Enochian is an ancient language this particular Angel blade was taken off a cherub that was killing people, draining the life out of them. There Angel blades where inscribed with their names." Sam explained pointing to the writing.

"Fascinating, so the glyphs on the bodies do you know what those are?" Spencer asked getting more animated.

"Unfortunately, without seeing it better I can't really tell you, the glyphs are reminiscent of Enochian but not quiet, it's as if it's a mesh of Enochian and something else. I haven't had much time to study it though so I can't say for sure."

"What is that?" J.J. pointed to the devils trap on the inside of the trunk. "It looks exactly like the drawing inside."

"It's called a devils trap; it's to trap a demon. They can't escape and they can't use their powers. Only way to trap an Angel is holy oil lit on fire in a circle."

"That explains the circle in the wing burns." Spencer said almost bouncing up and down.

"Yes, the wing burns are what gave it away that those were Angels that where killed, the one inside was a demon. When an Angel is killed their wings leave a burn pattern on the ground." Dean explained.

"I thought we were going to do dinner?" Sam asked

"Right, one more thing" Dean pointed to a small compartment. Morgan leaned over and opened it. "It's my father's journal and kind of the hunter's bible."

"Let me see that" Spencer held out his hand.

Morgan shook his head and handed it to him. Spencer took it and began to read heading back to the black Tahoe.

Dean looked puzzled and Morgan laughed, "The kid reads like a trillion words a minute. Hope in Dean we'll talk on the way." Morgan said closing the hood and going to the driver's side of the Impala. Dean looked over at Sam.

"Go on Dean, I'll be fine" Sam said and walked over to the Tahoe that Spencer had just gotten into.

Sam looked out the window as they drove. The car was silent aside from the turning pages of his father journal as Spencer read. Sam looked over at him and smiled, Spencer had to be the geekiest agent he had ever seen. He looked like he was 16 and a book worm. After a silent 10 minutes Spencer closed the journal and looked at Sam. "You know your nothing like what I thought you would be. Our profile said you were delusional, that you and your bother where incapable of love, or remorse, or any real emotion. You two however are rational, you know what you have to say sounds crazy and that it defies logical. That being said, I believe you. There are things in this world that don't make sense. Cases we have seen that, there is no rational explanation for how that person died. Or how 500 people just suddenly up and disappear at the same time on the same day. I assume that freak meteor shower was part of the apocalypse?"

"Yes and No, it brought the war here. The meteors where the Angels being cast from heaven and falling. See there are factions of Angels. Lucifer, who is now trapped in a cage with the Angel Michael, he was an Angel. The most beloved Angel of God. You know how it goes he fell from grace; he spawned the demons and knights of hell. Who by the way are damn near impossible to kill unless you have the first blade." Sam explained, he was surprised to see Spencer and Rossi hanging on his every word.

"What's the first blade?" Spencer asked.

Sam explained about how Crowley had tricked Dean into acquiring the first blade from Cain as well as the mark. He explained killing Abbadon and how Dean had been killed by Metatron and turned into a demon and then brought back to himself now. He went on to explain how they were trying to find a way to rid Dean of the mark but had been unsuccessful thus far. As he spoke the agents stayed silent.

"You boys have been through a lot." Rossi said quietly. "but how did you become these... hunters?"

"We're here." Hotch said pulling into the dinner. Morgan pulled in beside them. As they got out of the vehicle Sam and Dean made eye contact they both we're sure this was the best idea but with little choice they walked with the agents inside.

There were no other customers inside so it was easy to push a few tables together. Dean sat between Morgan and JJ and Samsat beside Rossi and Spencer. Emily and Hotch sat at either end of the table. Once orders where place Rossi looked at Sam again. "Back to my question"

Sam sighed and nodded. "Our mother was killed by the demon Azul. He was, recruiting babies from a young age by making them drink Demon blood. Demon blood is addicting, it makes you stronger, gives you psychic abilities. I know because for awhile I was addicted to it."

"Our records indicate your mother was killed in a house fire." Spencer spoke up.

"Our mother was pinned to the ceiling, cut, and then burned alive. My brother, father, and I barely made it out ourselves. There where a lot of moms killed this way, each time chalked up to a house fire." Sam went on.

"Our grandfather had been a hunter, and after losing our mother he fell into the hunter lifestyle. He was seeking revenge but also trying to rid the world of these demons and ghosts that kill people. He trained us, shaped us. We were working cases at a very young age." Dean spoke next. "Sam left the family business for awhile he sort of rebelled against the life. Until his fiancée was killed the same way our mother was."

"After that I vowed revenge. We killed Azul but it started things in motion that we hadn't really thought would be that bad." Sam frowned, "it opened a gate of hell and let more of these demons out."

"So you boys have been trying to clean p the mess you made as well as help people by killing what hunts them." Rossi stated.

"Something like that." Dean confirmed.

"So what are we dealing with now?" Hotch asked.

"We don't know yet, we just started investigating as you did." Dean said looking over at him. "Look we don't bring people in to help us. Those that don't understand what it is to be a hunter, they get hurt... People we love and care about die when they try to help us. It's not a good idea for your guys to work with us." Dean said almost pleading.

"We are trained FBI agents, Mr. Winchester. We can handle ourselves."

"First please don't call me Mr. Winchester its Dean. Second, while I have no doubt you can handle yourself with the human monsters, in this you are way over your head."

"You really think this is something supernatural." Spencer said quietly.

"I do"

"Then you're going to need all the help you can get, I read your fathers journal. I am sure I can help you in some way. We all can."

"Besides, you have no choice now. Either work with us.. or go to jail." Hotch locked eyes with Dean.

Dean sighed and looked at Sam. "Looks like we have no choice."

"Yeah I know..."