Summary: This is from my Informant 'verse and in my Reference 'verse. If you don't recognize those names, check out my page for details. Basically, Reid is a friend of Bobby's from Supernatural. Shawn Spencer is a friend of the Winchesters, and apparently of President Hayes... ;)

So here's the run-down...

Shawn did a hunt in Cheyenne Mountain (and yes, I will write this story eventually!) and President Hayes heard about it. He's now on the look-out for a man to lead the new government organization that he wants to run: the SSIA (Supernatural Security and Intelligence Agency). So Shawn sends him to Spencer Reid...

Author's Note: This takes place in early season one of Criminal Minds, mid-season one of Supernatural, within the first three episodes of Psych, and in season seven-ish for SG-1, though it doesn't matter all that much for any of these fandoms that you know where I am.

Disclaimer: I have never, do not, and will never own anything related to Criminal Minds, Stargate-SG1, Psych, or Supernatural... That is probably the saddest single fact ever... The second saddest fact is that I can't tag this fic under all four of those fandoms. It was very difficult to choose which fandoms to use!

Hotch was by Reid's desk when the phone call came in. JJ said there was a call from the White House on the line. Understandably, everyone on the team paused what they were doing. Hotch looked up from the map he had been going over with Reid. He nodded to JJ and took off at a fast pace for his office.

When the office door had closed behind their boss, Morgan turned in his chair to look at Reid, raising an eyebrow. "Wonder what that's all about..."

Reid looked to JJ for an answer, but she just shrugged. "They wouldn't tell me what they wanted other than that they needed to speak to Hotch."

The team tried to pretend they were busy, but they couldn't help the glances they kept throwing to Hotch's office. Fortunately for them, the phone call didn't last long. Hotch came out of his office after only a couple of minutes.

"What did they want?" Elle asked when he reached them.

Hotch frowned, looking troubled. "The President is coming here."

"To our office?" Morgan asked.

Hotch nodded. "He said he needs to speak to Reid..."

They all turned to their boy genius—who was well and truly stumped as he tried to imagine what the President of the United States would want to talk to him about.

"I uh...um..."

"For once, he's lost for words," Morgan commented teasingly, but he looked just as confused as the rest of them.

JJ shook her head, leaning against his desk. "What in the world could the President need to speak to you about, Reid?"

He honestly couldn't think of a thing. "When will he get here?"

"Within the hour," Hotch answered.

They all fell silent for a moment, wondering anxiously what was going on. Hotch was the only one that didn't jump when Reid's phone rang.

Reid shook his head at himself, reaching to answer it as everyone else on the team turned back to their desks to work for the next hour.

"Dr. Spencer Reid," he answered as usual, though there was a little tension in his voice this time.

"Spencer Reid? Hey! This is Shawn Spencer, from Santa Barbara."

"What can I do for you, Mr. Spencer?" He couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at the name.

The voice on the line laughed outright. "Seriously, don't ever call me that again. Call me Shawn. After all, friends of Sam and Dean are friends of mine—and family's even better!"

Reid's blood ran cold.

"I'm sorry, you must have the wrong guy. I don't know who you're talking about."

"Hey, don't be like that! I'm a friend of theirs. Surely you've heard of me!"

The name did sound familiar, but Reid was trying to place it still...

"I stayed with them for like three months a few years back...? They call me up whenever they need a reference...?" He sighed. "I'm the one who painted the Impala yellow temporarily...?"

And...it clicked.

Reid leaned back in his chair, now remembering the few times Sam and Dean had mentioned the guy. Reid hadn't remembered Shawn's last name, so that was why it hadn't connected sooner.

"Shawn Spencer," he said slowly. "I may remember hearing about you. How are the guys doing?" he asked to test the man.

"Eh, last I heard a couple months ago, Sammy was just getting on the road again... He uh..." Shawn sighed. "Well, did you ever meet her?"

Reid wanted to ask who, but he already knew. "No. I um, I didn't get the chance."

"She was pretty cool," Shawn said seriously. "Good for him, you know? She was able to get him out of his funks."

Reid swallowed.

"The boys are probably doing okay though. I talked to Bobby yesterday and he said they were starting to get the hang of it, working together again."

"You know Bobby?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah," Shawn said brightly, glad to change the subject. "Good guy! He must have been an awesome uncle to all three of you. Though I'm not so sure he didn't foster the Winchesters' ridiculous pain-tolerance levels. You know he actually tried to stitch up my arm—when it was practically falling apart, I might add—without giving me any painkillers!"

Reid smirked at that. "But let me guess, you may have had a concussion...?"

Shawn hesitated for only a second. "That shouldn't matter when a guy's arm is literally falling apart! Who cares if the drugs will mess with his brain a little bit!"

Reid shook his head. He glanced at the clock and was reminded of who was coming to visit him soon. "Hey, um Shawn, what are you calling me about? I mean, I'm sure it's not to tell me about how much of a butcher Bobby can be. So what can I do for you?"

"Ah, right, so um...don't freak out...I'm guessing by now you know that a certain someone in the government is coming to see you today...?"

Reid's eyes narrowed. "How did you know that?"

"I may have sent him...?" The wince in his voice was almost audible.

"What?"

"Okay, so look, here's the thing, I did a job on this military base, right? Sam and Dean's kind of job. I was there for something else, but this thing just kinda popped up out of nowhere, so I salted and burned it and that was that. But then the military guys started getting nervous, and they called their boss, who called his boss, who called some other people, who eventually notified the President. He came down, we chatted, and out of nowhere he asked if I could help him set up a government-run agency of hunters."

Reid frowned, glancing nervously around him. "You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding. What am I supposed to tell the President about that? I can't run a government agency, Shawn, when I'm already in the FBI! I've got enough on my plate! I like my job!"

He ignored the looks that his full team were now turning on him. He closed his eyes to ignore the looks of confusion, instead focusing on Shawn again.

"Dude! I like my job too! Do you know what I just got hired as last month? A psychic detective! How legit is that?"

"Shawn!"

"Don't be angry. Dude, don't be angry. Think of happy things—like puppies, or rainbows, or Michael Jackson singing 'Shout'!"

"Shawn!" he tried again, louder. "I don't want to run a government program. In fact, I'd rather hate it. So what am I supposed to tell the President when he comes in here? I can't just turn him down."

"Well, do you know any other hunters in the building? Maybe you could distract him by throwing one of them at him...?"

Reid sighed.

"Oh, better yet! Call Bobby. Ask him if there are any good hunters looking to get out of the game, or any that have retired or been kicked out before their time. Find someone you trust and have them run it. You could just keep a look out for cases they could handle—like always. But instead of calling Bobby all the time, you could actually have an agency to call—that's dope!"

Reid frowned at that. "Isn't 'dope' a drug...?"

Shawn sighed heavily. "Reid, Reid, Reid...so much to learn yet, even with all your fancy smancy titles."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. But, Shawn..."

"Nope. No 'buts'! It's your problem now, so I suggest you call Bobby before Hayes gets there. Good luck!" He hung up before Reid could protest.

With a sigh, Reid hung up the phone, contemplating what to do.

Morgan cleared his throat. "So um, what was that about? You know why the President is coming now?"

Reid picked up the phone again, dialing as he answered, "He wants to hire me, apparently."

The phone connected and Barlow's voice answered with, "Agent Barlow, FBI."

"Barlow, it's Reid. Listen uh..." He was aware of the way his full team was listening in. "Are there any other agents in the building who hunt on their off-time?"

"Why? Do you have a job?"

He let out a short laugh. "Let me put it this way, the boys made a friend a few years ago, and he apparently did a job for some military base. Somehow, the President ended up hearing about it, and now he wants to form...an agency? A group, or something. He's on his way to meet with me now."

"The President wants to form an agency of hunters...?"

Reid palmed his forehead. "I know."

"None of them are gonna want to work with the government. You know that, right?"

"I know, Barlow. Believe me, I know. But the idiot friend of theirs decided to send the President straight to me. And apparently he's looking for someone to run the group. Do you know of anyone who might fit that? Maybe someone who got out with an injury or something?"

"Reid...you have to be kidding me? I mean, really? The President?"

Reid sighed. "I'll see how legitimate this is, and see what he can promise them, but after that, can I call you? Just, please have some people in mind. I may call you up in a few minutes and have you give me a name. Or I can call Bobby."

"This is wild... The President?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, the President, and..." His eyes widened as the elevator doors opened to reveal a squad of men in stiff dark suits. "And it looks like he's here. I'll have to call you back." He hung up the phone and moved to stand.

Hotch and JJ moved to intercept the group of nine men, and Hotch pointed to Reid's desk. The group followed the agents to Reid's desk, and the President stepped forward to shake his hand.

"Dr. Reid, I've heard good things about you," he said pleasantly.

Reid was still searching for a believable smile. "Um, thank you. It's nice to meet you, Mr. President."

"I'm guessing it's safe to assume that Shawn Spencer has called you by now?" President Hayes asked. When Reid nodded, he replied with a wry smile. "That man never does keep his mouth shut."

Reid nodded like an idiot, not sure at all what to say.

"Why don't we find an office somewhere to talk for a moment? Somewhere private."

Reid glanced at Hotch and JJ nervously. "The conference room?"

Hotch nodded, and began to lead the way. When one of the secret service guys held the door for the group to enter though, he stepped in Hotch's way to keep him from entering. Reid looked at Hotch helplessly as he passed by, a few steps behind the President.

"You won't be needed in there," the guy told Hotch firmly.

Hotch didn't really know how to argue the point safely, so he nodded after looking to Reid to make sure he would be okay.

Reid smiled back at him weakly, moving to take a seat at the table across from President Hayes. A few of the Secret Service detail moved inside the room, checking over the equipment inside and making sure that nothing would transmit any recording or audio of the pending conversation. The rest of the crew stayed outside to make sure that no one would pose any threat or enter the room.

AN: Hope you enjoyed it! One more chapter to finish this story off! You get to hear what President Hayes really wants this government to do...! ;)