DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SPN/TVD/CM CHARACTERS.

Sam's POV

Dean and I stayed in the motel room the whole day, looking out for Elena. I knew she was going to show up, but Dean being Dean was impatient. "Dude, she is a no show!" He complained, cleaning his gun the table.

"Dean, she's married to an FBI agent. She can't show up missing without a massive manhunt. And since we formerly was on the most wanted list and known as dead, it is for the best." I said, doing more research on my computer.

"So, who is this chump married to our sister?" Dean grunted, then blew on gun.

"Dr. Spencer Reid was in 1983 and is a boy genius! He has three B.A.s in Psychology, Sociology, and Philosophy. Also, two doctorates in Chemistry and Engineering and Mathematics." I said, reading more info on him.

Dean snorted. "Leave it to our sister to marry the dorkiest boy alive! What could she possibly she in him?" He commented looking up at me. He got up from the table, then came over and snatched the laptop from me.

"Lets see what the chump looks like." He mumbled, scrolling down. He started to laugh when he came upon a picture. "He's a green bean!" Dean laughed more.

I rolled my eyes, taking my computer back. "It's better than the things you bring home most times." I retorted.

He smirked. "I have had my share of classy ladies!" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"One out of all those possible STDS pool of ladies? That doesn't count as a 'share'" I laughed at his expression.

"You are just jealous. You don't have my charming capabilities." He said, turning on the T.V..

I was about to retort when a familiar face flashed across the screen. I hurriedly snatched the remote, protests from Dean, and flicked back to the news. I turned up the volume and stared.

"Earlier this morning, a car crash took place. The passenger, Elena Reid, was rushed to a nearby hospital. From my sources, she confirmed dead just a few hours ago. It was also confirmed that this was no simple accident. It was already confirmed that the FBI and the local police pursuing culprits as we speak. At this time, details about the case is being held close in ranks. But from the scene photos, you can obviously see the signs of foul play." The reporter turned her head and looked of set.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have heard the enforcements have the culprits cornered at an unnamed warehouse. Jimmy! Air the scene. We are currently going live right now!" The woman said frantically, but soon her face was replaced by live feed. Soon, it showed an abandon warehouse surrounded by FBI and local police cars. Some men were in position by the vehicle while there was squads surrounding the entrance.

The men around the building threw stun grenades in each window, along with tear gas. They burst in formation after that I couldn't see anything else, because they entered the building. Everyone moved with precision, quick and clean. It felt like whole world sucked in their breaths, quiet waiting for the outcome. I couldn't risk a look at Dean, but I could feel the dawning sadness in the atmosphere.

Eternity of situation, the squads that was left outside was backing up, guns trained on the door. I studied the entrance as I watched the uniformed men came out, men handcuffed, being dragged to the nearest car.

"Enforcements has apprehended the suspects and currently transporting them to FBI vehicle. The identity of the suspects remained unknown at this time."

I didn't get to hear more, turning off the T.V.. I stared at the blank screen, not able to comprehend something like that.

Did the demons get to her? It can't be a coincidence. Not with what is all happening?" I said to Dean.

"Lets go, Sam." Dean grunted out, grabbing his duffel bag, packing.

I look confused. "Dean, we can't just leave! Even if she's dead, we have to give her the proper burial of a hunter." I argued, stopping his movements.

He shrugged out of my grip. "If you didn't just see what I just saw, let me recap. Her body is being protected by the FBI. We can come back and give her a proper burial later." He argued back, but the glisten of his eyes knocked some of the edge off. I knew better than to argue with him when he was like this, so I did what he said and packed.

Once done, we got in the car in silence. Dean didn't even put in his rock music. He just stared ahead, focusing leaving Virginia. "She loved us, Dean. Her feelings were hurt, but she loved us." I murmured.

"Sammy, what is a aracrid?" A younger Elena, running up to me, with eyes widen with curiosity. She took a seat next to me to show me a picture of a spider.

"The word is Arachnid. It's a spider, Elle. There is all types of them. Some are cool, others scary. Why?" I asked as I organized my homework.

"Dean said he would let them get me if I don't stop messing with him." She explained, pouting.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it. But if he did, I promise to always to protect you." I reassured her, giving her a small hug. I sat on the couch with her.

"Sammy, can you read to me?" She asked, going to get the book on witches. She ran back, flopping back on the couch. She shoved the book in my hands, then laying next to me as I opened the book to read.

I wiped my eyes, as I laid back against the car seat. I failed her. I'm sorry.

Spencer's POV

I was back in the car with Derek and Penelope. Derek phone started to ring, so he picked it up. "Morgan." He said simply.

He nodded to whatever they were saying. "Okay. I will be there soon as possible." Morgan said, hanging up.

He looked at Penelope, then at me through the mirror. "Ummmm, they caught the suspects. They are being held at headquarters." Morgan said, focusing while we drive.

I sat up at this, anxious for information. "Morgan, head to the office." I said. He seem to hesitate, before sighing and making right heading to the offices. We drove for another ten minutes, before pulling into the parking lot. He parked near the underground entrance, where a guard was just reading a newspaper.

We got out of Penelope's car, walking to the elevator. We flashed our badges before proceeding. We got on the elevator heading to the tenth floor, where our floor is. We got off after the doors opened. It got quiet after rounded the corner, everyone staring my way. I followed Morgan to the interview rooms, feeling the eyes burning holes in my back. We went into the back rooms, where two other agents were located. Usual faces we worked with from the Task Force.

Everybody shook hands not saying a word. "What do we have?" Morgan asked, looking at a man on the other side of the two-way glass.

"One male and one female. Male, Steven Ergen, 32 years old and a truck driver. He is from and have two kids. He got a few parking tickets, which sums up his trouble with the law." Agent Washington said.

The one I'm unfamiliar with stepped forward with a file. "What is your name?" I asked.

"I'm the latest transfer. Agent Kevin Malcovich." He was silent for a moment, before he continued. "Female, Talia Santiago, 21 years old. She is a local student' studying at Virginia University. Only thing in her legal file is a drunk and disorderly, which was dropped. I cross referenced both names with the cases the BAU worked and nothing turned up. Do the man look familiar to you?" Malcovich asked.

I turned to look at the man. He is a man on the heavy side. He looked like a lumberjack. The man stared at me, but I doubt he could see me since it was one way mirror. A smile crept across his face, leaving me wary. For brief moment, I thought his eyes flickered black.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and look back at the group. "No, I don't recognize him. Do you have a picture of the woman." I asked.

Malcovich reached out to me with a photo in his hands. I grabbed the photo and looked at it. The girl had a pixie cut, blonde. Her eyes were cold, angry. She glared at the camera. Her eyes was a pale blue.

I hand the photo back, shaking my head. "No. Never seen either around." I said.

"Dr. Spencer Reid." I looked back to the man who spoke my name. I could hear the smiling in his voice.

"You should have seen how your wife cowered when she saw 18 wheeler plowing her way. Quite pathetic if you ask me. I looking for more of a challenge, knowing the family she comes from." Ergen gruffed, then chuckled.

"She kept whimpering 'Spence'. That was the only entertainment I got from it." He taunted.

The next thing I knew was that I was in the room with guy. I lunged at him, not caring for my safety. I didn't get far, since Morgan caught me around the waist.

"LET ME GO! YOU DIDN'T KNOW HER!" I yelled, trying to break Morgan's hold.

He smirked. "Neither did you." He laughed.