Chapter 8

The room was quiet, no one wanted to speak. No one really knew what to say. The team was still processing what they had seen. Dean and Sam where in no rush either. With no more leads on the one killing Angels, Demons, and Hunters they were at a loss for what to do. Spencer sat in the corner reading every book that Sam and Dean had with them about Demons and the Supernatural. He read and re read their fathers journal all the while remaining silent. Emily and J.J. sat on one of the beds neither one had looked at Dean since he had stabbed the two demons. Morgan, Rossi, and Hotchner had taken care of the bodies, making up some story that seemed plausible but there was still no logical way to explain how the girl's heads had exploded. After two hours of nothing but hearing Spencer turn pages in the books Sam got up and paced.

"Are you going to arrest us?" he finally blurted out.

"No" Hotchner said looking up at him.

"So you believe us?" Sam demanded.

"Yes" Hotchner sighed after a minute.

"Am I going to get more than a one word answer?"

"Probably" Rossi chuckled.

"How do you guys do this all the time?" J.J. finally asked.

"How do you do your job every day?" Sam asked.

"Some days I wonder that myself" J.J. sighed.

"You've seen our world first hand. There is someone out there killing Angels and Demons and now hunters. Unless we stop this person soon we are going to have a full scale war on our hands." Dean said looking at each agent. "So whatever FBI profiling voodoo you got we could use some of it."

"You want us to continue to help you find this... whatever it is? I thought it was to dangerous for us." Emily spoke up.

"Because you're not trained for this." Dean responded.

"I can't give you the entire team. Not when we have run out of leads. If we are going to help you I am going to have to make it an official investigation. Which means you can have two of us." Hotchner said looking at his team.

"I volunteer, I want to learn more about this and I am a quick study." Spencer said.

"If the kid goes, I go too. I have to make sure no werewolves or whatever eats you." Morgan smiled.

"I would like to go with them too." Rossi spoke up much too every one's surprise.

"Okay, three it is then. You will all have to take vacation time for this." Hotch told them. "We will run the legitimate side of the investigation. However having you guys work the other end gets us in where we can't go under legal means."

"Alright, lets head back to the bunker give you guys a crash course and then we will get hunting." Dean said clapping his hands together.

"Dean the bunker?" Sam protested.

"In order though to protect our anonymity and what not were going to have to blind fold you." Dean back peddled. "You understand right?"

The agents looked at one another and sighed. "Yeah we understand grudgingly but we understand." Morgan said.

LILILILILILI

Sam drove the Agent's vehicle while Dean had the agents in his Impala blindfolded. They drove through the day to reach the bunker. Once there they led them inside and removed the blindfolds.

Dean and Sam watched in anticipation as each Agent registered where they were. They looked around them in wonder. The front room was huge book cases along the walls with a large table in the middle.

"Are we..." Spencer started.

"Underground?" Sam finished, "Yeah this is..."

"The men of letters bunker, I remember reading about it. You guys have everything supernatural here" Spencer said walking towards the bookshelf.

"Yeah and maybe you can read later but right now we need to give you a crash course in hunting." Dean said trying to redirect Spencer as he picked up a book and started reading.

"I think you lost him kid" Rossi laughed.

"Yeah I figured that might happen." Dean sighed. "Come on I will give you guys the tour. Sammy grab their stuff out of the car."

"Will do" Sam said and disappeared up the stairs.

"So here we have the guest rooms, one for each of you the beds are surprisingly comfortable. Kitchen is through there, bathroom down on your left." Dean said pointing out all the necessities. "Look I'm going to ask you not to go poking around. There are a lot of magical items and stuff here and I would rather not have any more wicked witches or ghosts or whatever popping up." he looked at the others who looked confused. "I'll explain later. Anyway, follow me." As he led them through the bunker he pointed things out until they reached the dungeon. "So, let's start with Demon 101. He said opening the bookcase that led to the inner room. This bunker is warded; demons, angels, nothing and no one can find it. It was built by a group called The Men of Letters. Think of it as The Watchers in Buffy. They gathered supernatural Intel, hid magical items, ect, ect. These guys had bunkers all over the world until they were massacred by a Knight of hell known as Abaddon . Knights of hell aren't easy to kill. Which brings us to this " Dean said holding his arm out to show the Mark. You are familiar with the story of Cain and Able?" He looked at the Agents; it seemed Spencer had found his way down there with them.

"Cain killed his little brother Able out of jealousy." Rossi said keeping it short and sweet.

"Not exactly, the real story is Lucifer tried to corrupt Abel to turn him into his "pet." In order to stop this, Cain made a deal so that Abel's soul would go to Heaven and in exchange Cain's would go to Hell. Lucifer agreed on the condition that Cain kill Abel. Cain did with the First Blade and became a demon and the first Knight of Hell. It fuels the first blade. The first blade is the only thing that can kill a knight of hell. The mark won't let me die. It also won't give me any peace." Dean sighed frustrated. "Anyway Demon's are a bunch of assholes. They have cross roads demons summon one of those you can have anything you want at the price of your soul of yeah and you only get 10 years to enjoy it before they come after that soul of yours." Dean frowned. "I got even less time because well Hell hates me." Dean pointed down, "This is called a devils trap. Once a demon is in it they cannot get out, our fine chair over there is where we kept the king of hell for quite some time. We ended up letting him go which was very stupid on our part but you know. So ways to kill a demon," Dean walked over to the shelf and grabbed an Angel Blade and the knife that had once been Ruby's. "These are magical weapons" he said handing one to Rossi and one to Morgan. "Stab a demon with this and you can bet they will be done for." Dean said then turned to Spencer. "Spencer, as much as I hate to say it I hope you are nerdy enough to know how to do an exorcism."

"Well, yeah. Wait that actually works?" Spencer asked.

"Oh yeah it works. We just sometimes don't have the time or means to perform one but it can be done." Dean said. "Now I assume since you all are agents you have some hand to hand combat training, which will come in handy. I know you all can shoot. So let's move on to Angels. Angels are not all that Angelic. Historically speaking god created Angels, god created us. Eve committed the first sin thanks to Lucifer. Well there are some Angels that are jealous of Gods love for us, Lucifer was one of them. Anyway so Metatron kicked all the Angels out of heaven. Big deal that was the meteor shower you all saw, it was really Angels falling from heaven. Hence the mass disappearances. The Angels needed vessels. Now Angels can only posses those that are willing to let them in. Demons can posses anyone at any time unless they have this symbol." Dean showed them his tattoo on his chest. Right now the Angels are divided into factions. A lot of fighting is going on amongst them. Angels can be trapped using holy oil in a circle and lit on fire. Best way to kill an Angel is to stab it using one of those weapons." Dean told them

"I thought Angels were supposed to be the protectors" Morgan spoke up.

"Yeah some of them think we should be destroyed, some think they should all coexist with us and someone to protect us." Dean shrugged. "Moving on, Vampires only way to kill them is to cut their head off." Dean picked up a machete. "Werewolves and skinwalkers, silver does the trick. Ghosts, ghosts are a little trickier. Ghosts start out as people that stay behind maybe some unfinished business or what have you. They can start out alright, watching over family but over time they become angry. They become warped. Only way to get rid of a ghost is to burn its bones with salt. However sometimes they can be attached to an object then you have to figure out what object and burn that with salt. Salt circles can keep ghosts at bay unless they figure a way to break the circle. We have shot guns that shoot rock salt which will make them hesitate but won't get rid of them permanently and iron hit a ghost with that and it will sting. I could go on but I don't want to overwhelm you on your first day. The thing to remember is while these things may look human they aren't. You cannot hesitate or you will die." he looked at the three agents then at Sam as he walked in.

"I have a case for us, something to ease them in a little." Sam told him.

"Good" Dean nodded and they followed Sam out.

"Haunting an hour's drive from here." he said as they walked into the main room.

"Dean, Sam" Cas said coming down the stairs. He caught site of the Agents and paused. "What are they doing here?"

"Helping us find our killer." Sam said frowning at Cas.

"Oh, I see." Cas said looking them over.

"You've met Cas, he was an archangel." Dean said speaking up and breaking the awkward silence. "Cas this is Agent Derek Morgan, David Rossi, and Spencer Reid."

"A pleasure to meet you" he said curtly. "What have you found out?" he demanded looking at Dean.

"Nothing yet Cas we have no idea who is doing this." Dean replied. "We have nothing to go on this thing is all over the map. We are going to take care of a haunting to ease our FBI friends here into hunting."

"Do you really think this is a good idea Dean? You really trust these Agents?" Cas asked.

"I do, they have proven themselves to us. It's called making friends and allies Cas you should try it sometime." Dean retorted.

"Fine, while you babysit a bunch of FBI Agents I will keep working on the case." Cas said and stormed out of the bunker.

"Not a very friendly fellow is he" Rossi remarked when Cas was gone.

"He takes some getting used to." Dean shrugged.

Rossi's phone rang and he answered it on the second ring. "Rossi" he said.

Dean could barely make out what as being said but he heard Hotchner on the other line.

Rossi paused for a moment, "You have TV down here?"

Dean nodded

"Turn it on"

LILILILILILI

Pigeon Forge, Tennessee

"It was so weird; the guy just stabbed him right in the middle of the mall and walked out like it was nothing. Then the dude just burst into light and the wings dude I thought this was some elaborate show but that guy is really dead." The tall stereotypical hillbilly said. Hotchner tried very hard to listen but the man's English was broken and hard to follow.

"The Winchesters are on their way with the others. This is his first time killing in broad daylight and in public." J.J. said hanging up the phone with Rossi. Hotchner moved away from the witness giving a quick thank you for your time.

"Hope they had enough time to do their training." Hotch said then looked over at the body. "How is he tracking them? Sam said they are walking among us just living their vessels lives or fighting in this war it can't be that easy to track an Angel. We haven't been able to find the hundreds of people missing since the angels fell." Hotchner said walking off with J.J.

"What if we had Garcia try again. Maybe after all this time we can start getting leads. If some of them are living their lives now maybe they came back and people just didn't mention it." J.J. said with a small shrug.

"Perhaps, yeah have Garcia start tracking the missing down as best she can maybe we can condense our list of Targets on the Angels side. What about the demons? Didn't Dean say there was a way to track demons?" Hotch asked.

"I can't remember what he said we can ask them when they get here." J.J. rubbing her right temple where a headache was forming. This was a lot to take in. "As for hunters, they stay off the grid. It's part of their thing. They have to stay off the grid. How the hell could we track people who stay off the grid?"

"What if we profile the hunters, we somewhat know what they are looking for." Emily said coming up to them.

"Or maybe we could just ask the brothers if they can contact the other hunters and give them a heads up?" Hotchner suggested. "You have to think this is a whole subculture they probably have means of getting the word out to other hunters."

"You're probably right" Emily nodded.

LILILILILILI

They arrived two hours later outside a cheap looking motel. Dean spotted the Black Tahoe that was parked outside and pulled in next to it. As they others got out Dean looked around making sure they were not followed. They headed up to the room where they found the rest of the team. Hotch looked up from the table when they walked in. "Good you're here. We have several rooms this one will be for work. I thought it best to work here considering the nature of this case. We of course have something set up at the local PD but this is where the real work will happen." He said looking at the others.

"Alright what do we have?" Dean asked plopping the greasy diner cheese burgers and fries on the table. "Enough here for everyone" he said grabbing beer from another bag and opening it.

Hotchner regarded him for a moment. "You're going to drink while you work?"

"Don't judge man, we all have our vices." He said looking over the papers. "I saw the video that was on the news. Our guy was smart enough to wear a mask but he's defiantly getting more brave or stupid. "Word on the hunter wire is everyone is looking for this asshat." Dean said picking up a still from the video. "Nothing on surveillance?"

"No he either was really lucky or knew where the cameras were." J.J. said grabbing a cheeseburger. "I assume it's the latter. No one is that lucky."

"An Angel killed so publically is going to be a problem. Angels will be descending, no pun intended, to the area to find out who killed their brother. They are going to assume it was another faction." Dean said taking a bite of burger.

"Wonderful" Rossi said sarcastically from behind him eating some French fries.

"What are you bloody idiots doing?"

Dean whipped his head around to stare at Crowley.

"What do you want?" He asked sipping his beer.

"My demons are being killed and you're paling it up with the FBI eating burgers and drinking beer. What in the name of hell are you doing?" Crowley demanded as he moved closer to Dean.

"We are working and eating" Dean shrugged. "I have no problem with your Demons dying, that means less work for us. Hell if this guy was just killing demons I would leave him alone. Or maybe throw him a huge fricken party." Dean said smiling to himself.

"Oh I see how it is, you are more worried about Angels and Hunters then you are about me and my kingdom. After all I have done for you squirrel!" Crowley was shouting now.

Dean leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the table, he took another bite of his burger then replied. "You still here Crowley? Can't you see we are busy?"

"Moose talk some sense into Squirrel before I..."

"Before you what Crowley, you can't kill him. Neither one of us wants Demon Dean back, he's bad for business remember" Sam said folding his arms over his chest.

"You insufferable, ungrateful..." Crowley disappeared as quickly as he had come.

"Now you see why we ward the places we stay." Sam said. "We can teach you how to do that as well so you can do it in your homes. We also recommend getting a tattoo, doesn't have to be big just to protect you from Demon possession."

"That happen often? The king of hell just pops up?" J.J. asked.

"and what's with the nicknames it's almost like he's..." Rossi started.

"Fond of you" Morgan finished.

"We have a long history with the king of hell. The nicknames come from Rocky and Bullwinkle..." Dean smirked.

"I see." Hotchner looked a little amused.

"Anyway so let's here you're profiler mojo at work here." Dean said waiting.

"J.J you want to start." Hotch nodded.

"Okay he's mission-orientated. What his mission is though we have no idea. He's detailed and meticulous. He plans out these kills, stalks his victims. However he's getting bolder, this is the first kill he's done in public. So he's probably been building up to this. At first he was trying to stay under the radar. His kills left no trace except for carvings on the chest. Maybe he messed up on this one, he's losing control." J.J. pondered.

"It's most likely that this kill was a message. We have also yet to figure out exactly how many he has killed. He took a huge risk killing this Angel in the way he did. Not only could he have been caught. That Angel could have killed him quickly." Spencer added

"He's got to be something more than human. How do you over power and Angel, Demon, or hunter without some sort of special abilities yourself. When we take them on its either sheer luck or trap that we are able to hold them." Sam commented.

"A ruse, some way to lure them to the trap. The demons it would be easy. Summon them and poof in the trap. Angel's not so easy you have to pray to them for one thing. What if he is praying, praying for help and these Angels trapped by their own nature respond and are trapped." Dean said liking where this was going.

"The same could be said for a hunter. Pretended to be in trouble by some supernatural creature and bam hunters there to try and save you and get lured into a trap."

"So he could be human and not supernatural" Morgan said frowning. "So if he's hunting the Angels and Demons that should put him on the hunters side but why hunt the hunters then?"

"Because he's seen a hunter kill someone he loves" Dean said sitting up. "Probably a parent or a child. It's happened before, recently in fact but our guy is okay with us now. Perhaps it has to do with people in his family becoming meat suits or vessels he blames the Angels and Demons but before he could save his family or loved ones hunters came along and killed them and poof no more family and a whole lot of hate. I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often." Dean said, "Which makes me wonder if the hunters that were killed where the ones who did the killing. Do we have all their personal affects. There might be something, hunters always journal about their hunts, it's some weird hunter thing." He said looking at the boxes of evidence.

The others began looking through the boxes. "Ah here we go." Rossi said holding a worn leather journal.

"Here" Spencer said holding out his hand. He took the journal and began reading. The others sat around in uncomfortable silence as he read hoping they were on to something.