*Author note* Hello everyone! Here is my next story. A crossover for Criminal Minds and Supernatural. I will be posting another story along with this one, working on both steadily. This will be my main focus for the moment though. The other one may not be posted for awhile. I do not own anything but the story line and a few minor OCs that may or may not appear. They won't be a big part of the story if they do arrive. I hope you all enjoy this first chapter and I hope to get the next one up soon if this gets a good response. So please tell me if you like it, any problems you may find in it and if the dialogue for the characters is accurate. That would be much appreciated! Thank you so much for reading and enjoy! Also I would like to give a shout out to my amazing editor, Britt! She doesn't have fanfiction but she deserves to be recognized anyway. LOVE YOU BRITT! 3(The intros usually won't be this long. I promise.)

Garcia was tired, tired of the pain and tired of everyone stabbing someone or turning him or her into some kind of "special" project they had in mind. She'd seen it all, from simple murders because they were scared all the way to killing people for a sacrificial ritual that had been outdated for centuries. There was no way to make it stop, all she could do was to help catch them and put them away. It was never enough though; there was always someone else who was going to be out there. Someone else who was going to kill a poor innocent soul; it was sickening.

She was on her way to bureau right now. They'd all been called in for, what JJ called; a very strange one. To be honest, Garcia was terrified about what that meant. If JJ was calling it strange it must be either very gruesome or something new. Either way, both were very unappealing.

Walking in, she was greeted by some of the agents who were sitting at their desks. Garcia gave a friendly smile back before hurrying off to the boardroom. She took a seat at the round table where most of the team was already seated. Only Reid and Hotch were missing.

They came in a few minutes later. Reid rushing in, his long hair windblown and he seemed flustered, which was odd for him. Hotch was cool and collected, perfectly dressed and coiffed, just as always.

"Good morning team, sorry to drag you up so early but JJ showed me the case… It's one we really need to focus on. It's here in our town." Hotch began the meeting, before motioning to JJ to start.

They all looked at her as she turned toward the screen and brought up crime scene photos. They were all of people having been murdered in very gruesome ways. One had been ripped limb from limb and was lying in a circle, another looked like it had been torn apart by an animal, Garcia cringed at one of a man sitting in a chair with his eyes burnt out of his skull. There were others on the screen, unclear to her what had really happened but they looked awful. Limbs destroyed, blood everywhere, bones sticking out at wrong angles and so many people too.

"These murders have all taken place here in Quantico. We haven't found a pattern but there is a good indication that it's the same person." JJ began, she clicked a button and the screen zoomed in "At each crime scene there were notes saying what the victim had done. Wrongs they had done." She made a small grimace and said "Not all the victims were killed although more than half were. The ones who weren't killed are all in psychiatric wards and have written statements of what happened to them."

She handed them papers of the reports and Garcia sped read through some of them. Some had to do with aliens, some had to do with wild pugs attacking them, and others said they were being followed by a group of teenagers. All of them had had jobs that related to their events; by the looks of it they were all cruel in their jobs.

Reid then spoke up saying "It would seem the unsub thinks he's doing what's right. Getting rid of people who are cruel or done wrong…" He trailed off and stared at the screen, his face told Garcia that he knew more than he was letting on. That was rare too; usually Reid wasn't one to hide things. Especially things he knew. Garcia didn't say anything though; she knew how difficult cases could be. Maybe he was remembering one and it just made him sad. It happened to the best of them.

She sighed and then asked, "What do you want me to look for Hotch?"

"People who have lost their jobs recently; anyone who might feel like they've been done wrong." He replied running a hand over his face. It was clear that the job was starting to really take its toll on him. He was starting to get tired of it.

She stood up to leave when an intern came running in saying "Mr. Hotchner? I'm sorry but we have two FBI agents here…"

Their boss looked at the intern and said "FBI agents; from where? We didn't call anyone in."

"They didn't say... Just that it was really important that they talked to you. They said they have some crucial information about the case you're doing?" The intern shrugged "Sorry sir, that's all they said."

With a sigh Hotch nodded and left the room, pushing past the intern. The rest of the team sat silently in the room, not sure of what to say. They'd never had other bureaus send them agents; they worked with the police force of the town or city they were in but never other bureaus.

What was so special about this case that someone thought they would need help?

Sam's POV:
Sam still wasn't sure that this was such a good idea. Sure he knew this was necessary, they had to catch the trickster and stop the real FBI from getting in over their heads. They were not ready for the type of tricks that was to be expected. Based on what Sam had already read about, there had a wide spread amount of murders. All of them with a note at the scene of the crime and, though it wasn't in the report, Sam had seen in the crime scene photos traces of candy wrappers.

This was their kind of gig; they needed to help this city. They also needed to be inconspicuous; it wasn't going to be like a normal hunt. These people were the experts. Sam knew they would probably be able to read them before they could even get a word in. They lied for a living though and so Sam liked their odds.
His jaw clenched as they stood in the bureau main office and the intern came back with a menacing looking man. He had on a very expensive looking suit, nothing like their cheap ones, his black hair was neatly slicked back and he had brown eyes that Sam figured would be warm under better circumstances. He was tall, about Dean's height. The agent stared at the brothers, scrutinizing them silently. Sam tried not to shift under his gaze. That was the last thing they needed, to look guilty in front of an FBI agent.

"Hello, I'm Special Agent Aaron Hotchner with the behaviour analysis unit. How can I help you gentlemen?" The man introduced himself. He held out his hand for each of them to shake. Sam shook it, trying to seem confident. Dean as usually was acting cocky; he wasn't grinning or anything but he didn't look nervous at all either. Sam figured that was a good sign. Then again, not being nervous around authority figures was kind of part of the job description.

Dean spoke up and said, "I'm Special Agent Smith and this is Special Agent Carter. We are with the South Dakota department and we believe that a killer you have on your hands is the one who has been killing people in our city as well. We tracked him here and plan on capturing him here. If you don't mind we will be working alongside you and your... team?"

Sam gave a small nod, they held up their badges and then he spoke up "I'm sure this won't be a problem will it sir? I understand this isn't... The usual procedure but we really need to be here. He killed many of our citizens. Some of them good people."

"Then I'm afraid he doesn't fit your pattern." Hotchner replied with a sigh "Unless he left a note describing some crime they had supposedly committed."

Dean nodded "Yes that sounds like him."

With another exasperated sigh Hotchner turned around and said "I suppose you better follow me then. We have already met about the criminal; perhaps you can give us some new insight?"

"Would be our pleasure." Sam assured him. He did his best not to let out a huge sigh of relief. He had been so worried that the agent would have seen right through their scam. He seemed much too stressed to even try and doubt that they weren't who they said they were, and for that Sam was grateful.

They walked inside the meeting room and Hotch introduced them to the rest of the team, he started with an older Italian looking man, "Special Agent David Rossi," He moved on to the young, tough looking black man behind him "Special Agent Derek Morgan," Around the table to a young woman with black hair and eyes to match "Special Agent Emily Prentiss," Next to her was a younger man, with a slimmer build and long hair. "Doctor Spencer Reid." He pointed to a blonde woman at the front of the room "Special Agent Jennifer Jureau, she's the one who gives us and chooses our cases." The last girl was had bright red hair and was decked out in many colorful clothes and was her own self, most unlike the other agents who all wore suits or darker looking clothing "And our tech analysis and specialist Penelope Garcia."

Dean gave a short nod and looked at the pictures on the screen. Sam gave a small hello and leaned his tall frame against the wall.

The agents regarded them in a confused and observant manner. Sam felt as if they were undressing him with their eyes, trying to find out is secrets and life story. He shifted a little uncomfortably and looked at the main screen. The pictures of the victims he'd already seen were displayed there. He withheld a sigh and let Agent Jureau, speak.

"We don't know where to start, but the local police have agreed to help us out in any way they can. We can't say or even guess who the next victim will be." As she explained, Sam noted that her eyes were tired and almost dead. Most of theirs were actually. Except for Penelope, she had pain and fear in her eyes.

From the looks of it, Sam could see that she felt more strongly than most of her partners.

If push came to shove; he could only assume she would be their way in. He thought that if they had to, she would probably believe their story more than any of the other agents. Sam wished he could talk to the one called Doctor Reid, the man looked smart and Sam figured he might be useful if it was possible to get him to believe them. He also seemed like one of those people who needed to see to believe. Which, naturally, put him out of the question; he would have to see proof to believe them at all. Of course Sam and Dean couldn't give him proof, not until they caught the son of a bitch anyway.

He listened intently to how the people that didn't know what was going on were taking this. It sounded like this wasn't the first very strange guess they'd had; though it was definitely in the top 5. Sam concluded this by the way they talked and the questions and assumptions they were coming up with. He and Dean listened intently, not saying a word unless spoken to.

Which, not surprisingly didn't happen very often; the agents acted as if they weren't even there. They were talking amongst themselves and most of what they came up with wasn't too far from the truth.

In all honestly this kind of surprised Sam; they were reading the trickster's personality without even having met him before.

When it was clear that the agents had discussed all they could, Hotchner turned to them said "Is there anything else we should be aware of about this unsub?"

That's what they called him, an unsub. For some reason it made Sam smile, a small one that no one would notice of course. It was just something he'd never heard before.

"Well you guys have down a great job of analyzing this asshole." Dean started, his anger toward the trickster leaking through. Sam winced a little but didn't interrupt. There was nothing he could do to stop Dean anyway. "What you missed, what should have been in the reports by the way, are the candy wrappers." The team stared at him in confusion but Dean ignored them and went on, "This guy has a huge sweet tooth. Look at all the crime scene photos, you'll see them."

The shuffling of papers followed and then Sam jumped in "The significance of this won't really help the investigation but if you can find security footage of someone buying bucket loads of chocolate bars of candy you will have an idea of what to look for."

"Have any of you seen him before?" Agent Jureau asked looking the boys over with a doubtful expression.

Dean rolled his eyes "Believe it or not lady we have. We can give you a description but it may not help you out." Dean paused, for dramatic affect maybe, honestly Sam had no idea "See he changed his appearance sometimes. If he knows you are hot on his trail he'll be trickier to find. He can... Morph into people in a way; become someone else."

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying he... shifts into people? That isn't technically possible." Reid spoke up with a sure tone in his voice.

Sam gave the man a nod "True, technically it shouldn't be. I've seen him do it though, we both have." Okay so maybe they were giving too much away but Dean was right to tell them, they needed to know this much at least.

"Anything else?" Hotch asked, turning the conversation back to what was important.

"Yeah, he loves games and tricks. He will toy with us." Sam stated "Probably try and turn us against each other. He did it to Agent Smith and I the first time we got on his scent. Got us so turned around he got away." Okay so that isn't exactly what happened, it was close enough though! They couldn't really tell them the truth now could they?

With a nod Hotch dismissed them, giving them all a task to be done. Dean was put with Morgan to go and talk to the victim's living relatives and Sam volunteered to help Reid go through the notes he had left to see if there were any clues. Sam thought it best, he could make up things as he went and give Reid some clues that would eventually help to the trickster's capture.

The team meeting ended and everyone went off to their tasks.