Author: Whiitewolf PM
Someone is killing people in Quantico. The BAU hunts a serial killer. The Winchesters, a ghost. What happens when their worlds collide? A member of the team is in grave danger, how can they protect themselves against something they don't believe exists?Rated: Fiction K - English - Supernatural - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,836 - Reviews: 71 - Favs: 55 - Follows: 116 - Updated: 05-08-12 - Published: 02-10-12 - id: 7822276
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Author's note: My attempt at a Supernatural/Criminal Minds crossover. Any advice or tips would be appreciated! This is unbeta'd at the moment. *sigh* Wish me luck!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. If I did, Bobby and Gabriel would still be there. And John Winchester would make another appearance.
I also do not own Criminal Minds. Or JJ/Hotch would be together! XD On that note, there will be no pairings in this story! I was considering Emily/Dean but I will save that for another story.
Not sure where this is set for Supernatural. I'm thinking season 4 or 5. I really hated season 6 until Sam got his soul and this season isn't doing it for me.
I really hope you guys enjoy this! And I hope I do both shows justice.
A yelp escaped Jack Hotchner's mouth. A part of he wanted to scream for his dad. He'd protect him from whatever was in his closest. But he didn't. He wanted to appear brave. Perhaps it was just in his head. He hoped so. Tugging the blankets up to his chin he curled up into a small ball.
The noise startled him again. His eyes wide and fearful, he scanned the room. There didn't appear to be anything bad. Gulping a bit, he now pulled the blanket over his head. It seemed to give him some comfort though deep down he knew, if something wanted to hurt him a simple blue blanket wouldn't stop them.
He now squeezed his eyes shut. Daddy won't let anything happen to me. He took in a few deep breaths and tried to count to ten. He'd just made it to nine and was beginning to feel a bit better. It must be in his imagination. Just as he was about to say ten, he heard the noise again. The air chilled and he now clung to his blanket even more. Half out of fear, and half because he was freezing.
Should he scream for his dad now? No... He was okay. Just go to sleep. He rolled over to his other side. He shivered, not due to the biting cold now in the room but due to fear. Maybe he could run to his dad's room and sleep there, claiming a night mare. No. He wanted to be brave, just like his dad. And would his dad come running in here, scared? He highly doubted it.
The knock at the closet door caused his heart to leap in his chest. A small tear fell down his cheek. In a panic, he jumped out of bed. Quickly, he grabbed a door and pushed it in front of the closet door. He ran back to the bed as fast as his little feet could carry him.
A few moments of silence. He was okay. His breathing now resumed back to normal. His tired eyes began to close and within seconds he was asleep. He was okay. His dad wouldn't let anything happen to him.
BANG. His door flew open and he sat up, wide eyed and afraid. Within seconds he was screaming for his father, all thoughts of being brave put aside.
"Why did you do that to her?" she hissed, her eyes flashing with anger. She paced the room angrily, her hawk like gaze locking on him when he started inching towards the phone.
"I... I didn't, I didn't do anything. You have the wrong guy!" pleaded the cowardly man now backed into the corner of his bedroom. He trembled, from head to foot. His chin quivered and he found himself unable to meet the woman's gaze.
"How does it feel? How does it feel knowing you're about to die? You abandoned them. They're better off without you," she snapped. She started to pace again, knowing it was only a matter of minutes before this man left this world forever. A smile reached her lips knowing that she was doing the family a favour.
"No, I swear, I didn't..." he pleaded, his brown eyes filling with terrified tears. He struggled to back up, but the wall stopped him. He was trapped.
"LIAR!" she screeched and then more calmly added, "you can't even admit it, I may as well just kill you." She was so calm and calculated about the whole thing it was as if she'd been doing this for years .
"Okay, okay, I did it... but hear me out," he yelled shrilly. His voice broke, hitting hysteria. "I didn't abandon them. They know that. It was a business meeting. I had to leave. I love them. I do this for them! "
Funny, just what he said. He did it for us... she thought bitterly. It was all lies. It was what men said when they loved their jobs more than their wives... More than their kids...
"I don't care what you have to say," she said carefully. Her voice now took on a tone of deadly calm and she advanced towards him. "You chose your job over your family. That really shows how much you love them... You're in love with your job and your family suffers for it. "
"Please," he begged as she pulled him up by his throat. "Give me another chance. I'll make it right! I'll quit my job. "
"You didn't even give your family one chance," she snarled. "You don't deserve one either."
The only sound that echoed through the room after that was the pained screams of the man as he had his heart ripped out of his chest.
He broke his family's hearts by choosing work over them. She broke his heart by tearing it out of his body.
Aaron Hotchner had been sitting at his desk looking over some files when he heard the sound any parent dreaded. The screams and cries of his son. Oh please, not another night mare. Jack had gotten a few since his mother's death over a year ago. It shattered his heart to see and hear his son suffer so much.
"Jack?" Hotch called out throwing the boy's door open to run into the room.
Instead of the pale, frighten boy he expected, Jack appeared calm and was sitting on his bed with a smile from ear to ear. He grinned up at his dad when he walked in the room.
"Why did you scream?" Hotch said softly, sitting next to his son on the bed. He reached out a comforting hand to his son.
"I thought a bad person was coming to get me," Jack whispered. He shivered again at the reminder of the fear he had felt.
Before Hotch had a chance to reassure him, Jack's face lit up. "But it's okay!" he said. "It was only mommy. We can be a family again!" Jack was so happy he wriggled with excitement.
"Mommy?" Hotch pried gently as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Yes, she was just here," Jack said happily. "She came to see me. Mommy was here."