Reflection or Perception?
Chapter 1

This crossover is set in Season 5 of Supernatural and Season 5 of Criminal Minds, it is co-written by sexdrugsandoreos

There was a darkness that consumed the entirety of the street, it was common for figures to camouflage into nothingness as they walked the path that was never lit. He had walked this path before, a path that had led to his capture but no more, he was free and he would continue inflicting pain upon those whom most deserved such punishment.

The first sign of light catches his eye, this is his target.

The storm above rages as with no difficulty he enters the house, from the photos in the hall it is evident that this is the home of an all American family: mother, father, son, daughter, even the golden coated Labrador, physically they were perfect, but there is no such thing as perfection.

The final light in the house is extinguished as father retires to his room for the night, he does not realise the blacken figure disguised in the shadows entering his home, Bernie the dog is first to meet his end. Blood covers the hall rug, his eyes gaze upwards, the silence continues. He begins his ascent taking each step at a time, he stealthily kills each child, neither makes a sound, he has had much practice. Finally the parents are his last target, just as brutally as the rest of the family they are executed, their crime? Nobody but him is aware of.

Leaving behind the bloody massacre he brushes himself down and disappears into the night.

The sun glistened on the black body of the 1967 Chevrolet Impala parked carefully in front of the common fifties diner. Unbeknownst to the innocent to glanced at the car on entry to enjoy the simplistic fast food the establishment had to offer, this car had just assisted in destroying the haunted spirit of Kathleen Ambrose who was killing men in a corporate building as it was that job and similar career-driven, arrogant, pompous businessmen which had caused her suicide, and she wanted revenge. Not only had the car saved the lives of potentially hundreds of businessmen in that building but it was slowly repairing a damaged relationship and broken trust between two brothers. There are some things that take time to heal and forgive and drinking demon blood to use psychic powers thereby releasing the devil from hell was one of them, but this was not the time for personal domestic feuds, the apocalypse was coming and there were monsters to be fought.

"Dean? DEAN!"

In one swift move, Sam moved the near empty beer bottle and pie Dean was devouring from his reach, sending the former crashing to the ground.

"Hey - hey!" Dean reached for the plate, eyes filled with pie-based lust, "Didn't you hear the waitress?! Best pie in Utah. You could at least show a little respect."

"Have you even been listening?!" Sam couldn't keep the frustration out of his voice. It had been a long day - a long week, a long year -, and having to contend with the constant demands of Dean's stomach on top of all things sinister that Hell, Heaven and Earth could offer was sometimes too much to bear.

"Sure, sure. Night what now?"

"Night slasher." Dean raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, it's about as pleasant as it sounds. Whole families cut open in the night, pets and all. Hearts and livers cut out. Nobody heard or saw anything - no fingerprints, no leads, nothing, except for the fact that there was a killing spree more or less exactly the same in the same general area back in..."
"Bobby!" Dean burst in, unable to contain his enthusiasm. "Night slasher. I knew I'd heard that name somewhere before."

Sam nodded, relieved to finally be getting somewhere. "...1988. Bobby worked with some of the FBI way back then. It was one of his first jobs."

"Demon?"

"Demon."

"Hold on a minute." Dean broke off a slice of pie and shoved it in his mouth, ignoring the narrowing of Sam's eyes. "Mmmmm. Never disappoints. But Bobby's first case - that was in LA, right? Like, hot girls, beaches, movie stars...that LA? Don't roll your eyes at me, Sam, it's a legitimate question!"

"Yes, Dean." Sam checked his watch, checked his phone and signalled to the waitress. "That LA. Now hurry up and finish off that pie."

There was a feeling of lifelessness throughout the floor of the Behaviour Analysis Unit, the team had just returned from a particularly brutal case which they had allowed to affect them more than usual, not only was the case violent but it had also had them working continuously for almost two weeks. Each member of the team sat quietly at their own desk or office content with trudging through endless amounts of paperwork rather than being out on a case. J.J. looked out at the bullpen over her files of case files from her office; as always Reid had his head firmly lost in the book he was reading but surprisingly Morgan and Prentiss were also buried in their work, neither had a smile on their face. She sighed as she picked up her latest case file and began heading out of her office, she did not want to be the one to tell the team they were having to face more atrocities on another case but she knew she had to, that was her job.

The three agents raised their heads as they saw J.J. walk towards Hotch's office, "well that was fun while it lasted" Emily stated blandly before saving her work and logging off her computer.

Morgan grunted in agreement, this case had to be pretty bad to have them go back out after the two weeks of hell they had just endured.

Once the team had congregated at the roundtable J.J. stood at the screen and gave a small sigh as she looked back at her colleagues disheartened faces, "I'm sorry but LAPD have called us in urgently as they believe the Night Slasher is back"

Reid frowned and turned to his left, "Night Slasher? Rossi didn't you originally work that case?"

Rossi, despite his dark Italian skin, had gone pale and looked clearly shaken by the news but tried to mask his alarm and he scratched his beard and nodded, "yeah but believe me we did not glorify him with that name. There were ten home invasions over a period of three years from 1988 to 1991 always the perfect family set up, always at night and they were always slaughtered"

J.J. nodded and pressed the button on the remote causing three family portraits to appear on the screen, "in the past four weeks three families have been killed in the same way as the victims of the Night Slasher, that's why LAPD are so concerned"

"Of course, he appears to be escalating" Morgan added nodding at the team.

Hotch stood up and looking around at his team, they were tired and weary but it was their job to save people's lives and that is what they were going to do, "Garcia, we'll need all the information on the original case file, we must put an end to this before he disappears once more. Wheels up in thirty"

As the team disbanded to collect their go bags and their notes for the flight across the country Rossi stayed behind at the roundtable. Hotch looked back from the doorway and frowned at his friend who had his head in his hands, "are you alright about this case?" he asked concernedly.

Rossi looked up startled, "yeah Aaron I'll be fine just give me a minute ok?" Hotch nodded and joined the rest of the team in preparing for their work call. Rossi waiting until the door had closed ensuring complete isolation before pulling out his phone and scrolling down the contacts to a number he hadn't needed to call for over twenty years.

He swallowed nervously as he pressed call, as the dial tone rang in his ears his heart beating loudly against his rib cage. This case had scared him twenty years ago and knowing that it was becoming active again terrified him.

"Hello" the gruff voice grunted down the receiver.

"Bobby Singer? It's David Rossi, I'm going to need your help. It's back"