Chapter Thirteen: You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet

Penelope Garcia was late.

She should have arrived twenty minutes ago.

But she had been stuck in traffic and the elevator in Reid's apartment building was broken so now she was forced to walk up a half-dozen flights of stairs.

The Technical Analyst huffed and puffed, face flushed with exertion and pushed her neon orange-rimmed glasses up her sweaty nose. Her hair, which had been neatly combed and adorned with orange and red plastic flowers, was now stringy and frizzy.

At least she was just seeing her friends- her family- from the BAU and not anyone important.

Penelope cringed at the thought of showing up like she was at the office of the Director of the FBI. She'd die of embarrassment!

Finally she stepped onto the final landing and sighed, smoothing her dress- orange with red polka dots- and checked on the Tupperware container of cookies she was bringing. They seemed to have survived the journey all right. Clearing her throat a little, Garcia walked down the hallway in her red high-heeled shoes towards Reid's apartment.

Three weeks had passed since her team members had returned from Miller's Falls, Pennsylvania. Garcia had been elated to see all her friends again- she had been so worried for them- but instantly worried and upset that JJ had been hurt. Even though the agent had claimed that the injury wasn't as bad as it looked- that it could have been a lot worse- Garcia had insisted on mothering her.

Penelope smiled when she recalled JJ's face the day she had shown up on her doorstep with a pot of soup for her and her family.

JJ had been gracious but it was clear she didn't want to be babied- Will was probably already doing that- and only wanted to get back in the field as soon as possible.

Although the team had been back for nearly a month- and JJ had started working again two weeks ago- Reid had wanted to invite everyone over for a belated celebration: the unsub- monster- had been stopped and untold lives saved.

Garcia knocked on the door to Spencer's apartment and waited for a moment. She could hear music playing and the sounds of conversation coming from inside and she smiled.

No matter what happened, her team was able to forget about the bad parts of their job and allow themselves to be happy for a little while at least, until the next case came in.

"Baby Girl!" Morgan exclaimed, grinning as he opened the door, "We were wondering if you were brushing us off."

Garcia raised on pale eyebrow, feigning insult.

"I could never brush off a chance to be with my Chocolate Adonis," Penelope assured him and Derek laughed out loud.

"C'mon in," the agent said, "We've all been waiting."

For what? Garcia had been about to ask when she stepped into the apartment and saw her team members- Aaron and Emily, JJ and Reid and Rossi- and two men who were definitely not a part of the BAU.

Garcia knew instantly who they were though. How could she not? She had read their files and seen their faces caught on camera as they terrorized innocent people wanting nothing more then to do their banking or have a meal at a diner.

The Winchesters were here!

In Reid's apartment!

Talking to her team as though they were old friends!

Garcia's eyes widened in shock and horror and she tried to back out the door.

Morgan though, seeing her reaction grabbed her elbow and pulled her forward.

"Hey, hey," he murmured, "It's okay, Baby Girl. They're friendly, remember?"

Garcia shook her head; despite her team members' assurances that the Winchesters were good men, she couldn't stop her heart from jackhammering at the sight of them.

"Penelope!" JJ exclaimed and came forward, "You made it!"

Morgan closed the door behind Garcia but didn't let go of her arm, "Calm down. Just go and meet them, really, you'll understand."

Garcia turned to Morgan, staring at him as though he had lost his mind.

"Hello," a voice said from very close by and Garcia looked up at who was speaking to her.

The young man- Sam Winchester- was standing in front of her. Towering over her was more like it, because Garcia had to tilt her head up just to look at his face.

The man gave a self-conscious smile and held his left hand out- his right arm was held in a sling- for her to shake.

Garcia's mouth opened in shock.

"Hi," she squeaked in response.

Now that she was looking at him- really looking at him- not at a grainy, black-and-white footage from the bank's CCTV or the blurred video camera on a cell phone, Garcia saw that Sam Winchester did not have the face of a cold-blooded killer.

The thing that struck her the most was his eyes. They were a bright, mossy green and gentle.

Garcia recalled a saying that the eyes were the windows to the soul and if that was true then she knew that Sam Winchester was no murderer. His eyes held compassion and a strange haunted look but no evil. He had the look of someone who would be saddened by the sight of a road-killed animal on the side of the highway.

Slowly, the Technical Analyst raised her hand and shook Sam's.

"If you don't close your mouth you're gonna catch flies," another new voice joked and Garcia turned to see Dean Winchester standing beside Morgan.

Penelope felt her face grow red with embarrassment and she dropped Sam Winchester's hand.

"You're Dean," she said.

The elder Winchester smiled, "The one and only."

Garcia just didn't know what to say.

"I… I… just…" she stammered, "Thank you… both of you…"

Sam's face scrunched up, "We were just doing our job."

Garcia shook her head, "Reid told me what you did for him when Cunningham abducted him."

Sam ducked his head, clearly unused to such praise.

"I guess monsters really do exist," the Technical Analyst said quietly, "And you really fight them."

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

Before Garcia knew what she was doing she was stepping towards Sam and wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Tears stung her eyes and she sniffed. She felt so guilty for thinking that these men were vicious killers. She felt guilty for doubting her team when they'd told her over and over again that Sam and Dean were good people.

"Can you forgive me for thinking the worst of you?" Garcia asked, stepping back and carefully wiping her eyes.

Sam nodded, looking like he didn't quite know how to respond to the Technical Analyst.

Prentiss smiled wryly from where she stood beside Dean, "That was something I thought I'd never see."

Dean looked over at her and grinned charmingly, "Sweetheart, you ain't seen nothing yet."

Since there is nothing so well worth having as friends, never lose a chance to make them

-Francesco Guicciardini

Author's Note:

Chapter title comes from a Bachman-Turner Overdrive song of the same name.

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This is the end. Thank you all so much for reading. Although this fanfic is concluded, I will write more crossovers featuring the BAU team and the Winchesters. I actually have an idea that I've been sitting on for a while that I think I will turn into a crossover for Criminal Minds and Supernatural, thanks to a question from a reviewer that sparked the idea for merging these two TV shows again. I really enjoy writing about the interactions between all these characters and I hope that you enjoy reading about them too! Once again, thank you all for sharing this story with me.

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