FAMILY TIES

AUTHOR'S NOTE\DISCLAIMER

Crossover between Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS and Supernatural, which belongs to the CW. Just a little plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone. Takes place after "Profiler, Profiled" and "Croatian" respectively. At this point, what Dean told Sam is merely speculative.

CHAPTER ONE: TAKEN

BAU Agent Derek Morgan sighed and looked at the case file in front of him. Another kid had gone missing and the man knew it'd only be a matter of time before he was aired on-line being tortured. For some reason, the freak seemed to get off on showing his sick handiwork to the world.

"Morgan." At the sound of Jason Gideon's voice, the man looked up.

"Don't tell me it's already up," Morgan stated.

"'Fraid so. The family called in a panic when they got the link in their e-mails," Gideon responded.

"Oh, man," Morgan sighed. He had been afraid of this. That meant they had a lot less time to work.

"We better work fast," the man determined. His boss nodded. Morgan turned to the computers and perused some of the names of the suspects they had gotten. There had to be something in here. But what? What was it about these people that attracted their unsub other than the fact that they were all guys in their early twenties? What did they do? Why were they perceived as threats? Was this just some sick freak that liked to watch people suffer? He blew out a breath. He just didn't know what to do. He just knew that he didn't want any other families going through what the others had. He just really wanted to catch this guy. Meanwhile, a 1967 Chevy Impala cruised down the street.

"That's my girl. Just keep going, baby," Dean Winchester murmured. His brother, Sam, looked at him.

"Dude seriously, it's just a car," the younger boy snapped.

"Sammy, how can you say that?" was the response. Sam glowered.

"The way you act around this piece of machine is so stupid," he stated.

"Dude, what is your problem?" the older man questioned.

"My problem is that the people that I thought I could count on were keeping secrets from me," the younger boy responded. Dean sighed. This again. They had gone over this a million times. Why was he still harping on it?

"Sammy, I told you, Dad swore me to secrecy. He obviously had a good reason," the older brother said, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice.

"What? There was a good reason for hiding the fact that the only reason the demon even came to us was because of my powers and that I'm one of the few people who can actually stop it?" Sam asked.

"Sam," Dean said. Don't do this, little brother, he silently pleaded. He didn't want to have this argument again. It was old hat.

"Or how about the fact that Mom and Jessica died because of me?" Sam continued. Okay, enough was enough. With an annoyed sigh, Dean pulled to the side of the road and braked.

"See, this is why Dad didn't want you to know in the first place. 'Cause he'd knew you'd fall into one of your pitiful 'What happened to my family and girlfriend was all my fault' funks," the older man stated.

"Dean, the demon wouldn't have even come if it hadn't been for me. I mean, there are others out there and he never visited them," his younger brother pointed out.

"For the last and final time, Sammy, what happened to them was not your fault. Now, Dad didn't know why the demon chose you and not someone else, and neither do I. But what I do know is that this little pity party of yours has to stop," Dean snapped.

"But if I told her about the dreams---" Sam began to protest.

"If you had told her what you were dreaming, what? Would she have believed you? Or would she have thought you were buckets of crazy?" Dean interrupted.

"I don't know," Sam whispered.

"That's right, you don't know. Now I only met Jessica once, but something tells me she wouldn't want you acting this way," Dean continued. Sam's Adam's apple wobbled and for a minute, Dean felt bad about the low blow. However, his concern for his younger brother's mental state overrode the temporary guilt. Sam pursed his lips and fell silent. How could Dean say something like that? He had no right. He didn't have to live with knowledge that he had killed his girlfriend. Dean sighed. Dang Dad for doing this to him. If only he had told Sammy himself like he should've. Presently, Dean looked at the gauge.

"Aw, man. I gotta get some gas," he groaned. Sam looked at his brother, but didn't say a word. Dean drove until he saw a gas station. Then, he pulled into the building.

"I'm gonna go get us a paper. See if I can scrounge us up a hunt," Sam stated, as the two got out of the car.

"Okay," Dean agreed. "You want me to get you anything?" he questioned.

"No, thanks," Sam responded. He got some money, walked away from the car, and approached a newspaper holder. Dean put the pump in the gas outlet. As he put the money in the slot, Sam had a funny feeling that he was being watched. Nervously, he looked around. However, there was no one and no thing there. Okay, Sam. Gettin' paranoid, much? He thought to himself. However, he couldn't shake his bad feeling. It almost felt like the time he had been snatched up by the Benders. However, after another quick scan, he had to be contented that there wasn't anything wrong. He opened up the box and bent over to remove the paper. Suddenly, he felt himself being yanked back! The hunter's instincts kicked in and he began to struggle. Something nicked his arm and he felt blood ooze out of his shirt.

"DEAN!" he shouted. As soon as he heard his younger brother's voice, Dean abandoned his car and hurried towards the sound. Sam was whipped around. Before the younger Winchester could say anything, he felt something cold against his throat. Dean froze when he saw the knife.

"Make one move and he gets it," the man threatened.

"Dean," Sam rasped.

"Be cool, Sammy. Everything's gonna be all right," Dean assured. Don't worry little brother, I won't let anything happen to you, he thought.

"You just back off nice and slow," the other man stated. Dean stared at Sammy, who had wide eyes. The older hunter wanted so badly to rush the guy, but the way he had that knife on Sammy's throat made him nervous. His father's last words came back to him.

"Dean, I want you to watch out for Sammy," John stated.

"Yeah, Dad. You know I will," Dean assured him in confusion.

"All right. Just, uh---don't do anything rash," Dean said. Sam stared, not saying a word. However, his eyes spoke volumes. The man slowly backed up, taking Sam with him. Once they were out of sight, Dean took his cell phone from his pocket and quickly dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 emergency. How can we help you?" an operator questioned.

"My name is Dean Winchester, and my brother was just taken at knifepoint," Dean said frantically. At the BAU, Morgan and Gideon turned around at the sound of a door opening.

"Guys. We got another one," Jennifer "J.J." Jareau announced.