Loosely based on the review by LeeMarieJack about the pair in a casino. A little Winchester thrown in too. Don't know much about card counting either.

Luke looked up from his game as the young, confident couple swept into the casino. They matched perfectly, with the young man on the pretty red head's arm looking uncomfortable in his blue bow tie, suggesting she had been the one to choose the outfits. But that wasn't what interested Luke about them. No, what interested him was that they looked smart. And the smart ones always cheated.

Luke hated cheaters. Ever since he was a kid and his mom had cheated on his dad. Well, his dad had fixed that. And now it was Luke's job to fix other cheaters, the same way his dad had fixed his mom. Of course, Luke had a little friend to help him now...

He kept an eye on the couple.

The girl flirted with the waitress distractingly while her friend watched the cards. Card counters. Those were the worst kind. They always flaunted their earnings, flaunted their cheating. It made him sick.

Luke decided to move off his previous target, an old man who had been peeking at the other's cards using a reflection in a water glass. Grade school stuff. They were more important. Luke glared at a tall waiter who walked in front of his eyeline. He needed to watch closely.

To Luke's growing anger, they didn't even look like they were trying to hide their cheating. They won chip after chip, cheering loudly for every one. The green-eyed dealer didn't seem to care about the obvious cheating. Didn't he see? Didn't he know how evil their cheating was? The girl saw him staring and winked.

She winked.

She knew that he knew, and she didn't care.

His anger boiled. They would be next. It was time to call in his pet.

Like an act from above, they gathered their winnings and headed towards the back of the casino, where it was more empty. Luke couldn't believe his luck. He followed discreetly as they slipped into the kitchen, abandoned for now. He pulled out the old poker chip and called for the pet. They would be perfect to appease the pet's hunger.

He slipped in through the doors, letting them swing behind him.

"You cheated."

He told them, staring.

They both looked uneasy, but tried to hide it.

"Look, sir, I don't know what you're talking about."

The man said, glancing behind him.

Luke growled. He gave them a chance. Now they'd die.

"You. Cheated."

He said again. He drew out the chip where they could see it. His pet appeared.

It must have been a gruesome sight for his intended victims. In life, Luke had found out, his pet had been a part time security guard. It had been murdered by one of its clients right over a back-room poker game, which made it even more perfect for Luke's tasks. None of the ones that Luke sent his pet after ever came back.

Now the couple looked appropriately panicked. Good. Now was about the time they usually started begging. But even if they confessed now, it was too late.

They tried to run, the good it would do them. With one flick of his hand, Luke's pet had them thrown to the wall and stuck there.

"Cheaters never prosper."

Luke explained darkly to the two as his pet crept closer. He shivered, only partially from the cold his pet generated whenever it was let out. Luke loved this part. The looks on their faces as they realized that they would never be able to cheat again.

But, he tilted his head, something was wrong this time. Both of their mouths started to turn up at the corners. They were laughing. At him? At his pet?

No, no, they weren't supposed to do that, why were they doing that?

"What?"

Luke snapped. They were ruining his moment. He made a sign for his pet to hold back for the moment. It did, if not happily.

"Oh, nothing."

Said the girl, as if she wasn't pinned to the wall by an invisible force that she should have been afraid of.

"It's just that..."

The lanky man continued for her, wiggling his dangling feet as much as he was able. She finished the sentence off.

"That was waaay too cliché, man. I mean, like, there's like a million cheating puns you could have made instead. Seriously, you should at least say something mostly original."

The man probably would have been nodding if he wasn't unable to move. No, what were they doing? No one had done that before. Luke didn't like it.

The girl continued as if Luke wasn't glaring hard enough to put a hole right through the pair.

"And, do you know what the worst part for him is, Spencer?"

"No, Charlie, what is the worst part for him?"

"He has no idea who's behind him."

Too late, Luke realized that they both had their eyes focused on not him, but something behind him. Luke spun around quickly, but not quickly enough.

His pet's chip was plucked out of his hand before he knew what hit him. No, no, no! How could he fix the cheaters without his pet?

Luke lunged at the thief, the tall waiter who had been serving drinks. He had to spin away ubruptly as someone's fist connected to his jaw. Luke landed on the floor, hard.

His pet cocked its head, confused about who it should be killing. Luke tried to command it, but the breath had been knocked out of him when he hit tile flooring.

Disoriented, Luke looked up at his attackers. The second man turned out to be the dealer from the couple's table. The one who had been ignoring their cheating.

"Nice job, guys."

The dealer said, addressing the cheating couple.

"Thanks, Dean."

Said the girl brightly. She was still unable to move from the wall. At least his pet was doing that right.

"Sammy, would you like to do the honors?"

Dean asked the waiter in a falsely cheery voice. The waiter shot him a look and threw the precious chip into the stainless steel trashcan. Dean took a bottle of lighter fluid out of his jacket and began to empty it into the can.

Luke struggled to his feet. He had finally grasped what they were doing. They were going to burn it.

He tried to hit the flammable liquid out of the dealer's hands, but he once again met the floor, this time courtesy of Sammy.

The tall waiter stared down at him.

"Stay. We'll deal with you later."

Luke found his wrist being cuffed to a bar on a nearby counter and struggled to at least get a glimpse of what was happening, if not escape.

Dean threw the lighter into the can. Instantly, flames lept from inside.

"No!"

Luke cried uselessly. His pet looked at the conflagration for a moment with something akin to confusion before suddenly bursting into flame.

"NO!"

Said Luke again, though there was nothing he could do about it.

"YOU DESTROYED IT!"

He pulled violently at the handcuff, lashing toward the ones who had ruined everything.

Charlie and her friend hit the ground, nothing to keep them there anymore. She managed to land on her feet, though Spencer stumbled before gaining balance.

Luke slumped against the counter. What was he supposed to do now?

Dean glanced at the restrained guy before deciding he wasn't going anywhere and going to check on Charlie.

"Hey, you guys okay?"

He asked, wiping his hands on his jeans. He had gotten lighter fluid on them. He made a mental note not to walk near an open flame until he got them washed.

"We're fine," Charlie brushed him off. "That was fun, right, Spence?"

"Oh, tons of fun."

The profiler said dryly. Dean chuckled.

"Great. We'd better get going before you press your little distress button, then."

"Thanks for your help finding the ghost." Sam added, glaring at Dean.

"No problem." said Reid, "Thanks for helping us catch our unsub, even if I'm the only one who'll know it."

Charlie grabbed both Winchesters' sleeves.

"We gotta go. Bye, Spence. I'll see you Monday for that convention, yeah?"

As soon as the three had disappeared from sight, Reid pressed the little button hidden on his keychain to alert his team to move in. He moved to unhandcuff the unsub, knowing that he wouldn't have been able to subdue him by himself. His team would know it, too. They didn't know about the Winchesters, or about Charlie, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Predictably, as soon as the man was free, he lunged for the agent. He ended up shoving Reid into a shelf, screaming about the loss of his "pet".

Luckily, his team had excellent timing and Morgan pulled him off only a few seconds later. The unsub babbled about the ghost, about the redhead, about the waiter and the dealer. Thank whoever was watching out that no one paid even a bit of attention.

Reid's team fussed over the agent, making sure he was okay. He indulgently told them he was fine, at worst he'd have a bruise. And that was from the ghost, though he'd never tell them that.

The Winchesters were long gone, and it looked like they had all gotten what they wanted. As he was led out, Reid suddenly realized that Charlie had managed to slip away with about half their winnings. He hid a grin. With that amount of money, she'd better pick them up some damn good costumes for the convention she was making him go to. He had the feeling some of it would end up in some charity, anyways.

Mistaking his smile for relief at catching the unsub, Morgan clasped an arm around the younger profiler's shoulders.

"I know, right? It's been a long case."

He commented.

Reid ducked his head, hiding another smile.

Morgan had no idea.

Yay! I finally finished another! Sorry for the long gap, got a lot going on. You may notice that the Winchesters and Reid have already met in this one. I am planning to make a chapter where they meet for the first time, but it's going to be significantly longer than the others, so you're going to have to wait a bit for that. Also, there was a few references to a convention, which may or may not appear in the future... I live off your reviews, and if you have an idea for a one shot I'd be happy to write it, as well as fix any mistakes, just put them in the comments. Thanks, guys, and I love everyone who's reading this! :)