Lambs for Slaughter

Chapter 2

12 Years Later

P.S. the timeline doesn't quite fit the Supernatural universe. This is kind of set halfway through season 9, but I didn't want the Winchesters older than 30 for my own selfish reasons. Just imagine everything in Supernatural happened quicker than the show.

Aaron nodded to JJ as she finished giving an overview of the case a contact of hers in Colorado had sent. "The timeline is escalating, go ahead and tell the team to meet in the conference room for a briefing.

They both stood and he gathered the files she presented him with to hand them back. He followed her out of his office and looked over the railing to see the exhausted faces of his team members. They'd only returned from North Carolina last night after apprehending a psychopathic woman who was kidnapping children and then killing them three days later once she realized they wouldn't act like her deceased son.

Thankfully Jack was at a summer camp with his friends he'd begged to attend, so Aaron didn't need to worry about leaving him again so soon. Reid, Morgan, Garcia, and Prentiss filed into the conference room one after another, all with a cup of coffee from the shop down the street. Before he could mention it, Rossi came through the threshold with a carrier holding three more cups. He smirked and passed the two extras to Aaron and JJ.

Aaron held his up in thanks and turned to address the rest of the team. "Thanks for coming in everyone; I know you're tired from getting in late last night, but we've got a new case. JJ?"

"Thanks, Hotch." She passed out the stack of files to each of her team members. "A friend of mine from Georgetown is the ME in Cheyenne Wells, Colorado. Two bodies have been discovered within a week of each other." She used her clicker to activate the presentation screen. "Deborah Brenner, thirty-two, was found inside of her locked apartment completely ripped to shreds. I've added the photos to your files, but I'll warn you, they're not easy to look at."

Garcia shuddered and shook her head, keeping her eyes firmly on the screen. "No thank you."

"Do they think it was some kind of animal?" Morgan asked with a grimace.

"They haven't been able to match the attack to any of the known animals in the area. The second victim, Zackary Evans, was a thirty-five year old attorney found dead after jumping or falling off the top floor of his office building."

Reid narrowed his eyes in confusion. "A potential suicide and animal attack? Why have we been asked to consult on this? There aren't any obvious similarities besides the successful career positions that would indicate a pattern."

"That was my first question as well," JJ confirmed. "The ME thought it was our kind of case because five years ago four successful business men and women were killed in similar fashions. He thought the two incidents might be related."

"Five years is a long time to stay dormant after a series of kills," Rossi observed after taking a long sip of coffee and tracking his gaze down the file page. "We should look back even further to see if the timeline continues, or even if there are other cases that might also fit."

"On it," Garcia grinned, flipping her purple sparkly pen between her fingers.

Aaron closed his file and pushed to his feet, his team following his lead without hesitation. "We can discuss more on the plane. If the pattern continues, then our unsub has at least two more victims in his sights. Wheels up in twenty." He nodded to Garcia. "Let us know what you find."

XX

"Sammy, I swear to God I'm gonna go crazy."

Dean dropped his head heavily into his crossed arms over the table while Sam made a pitying sound. Dean hated it. Sure, he understood why his brother and Cas were so hell bent on keeping him in the bunker. He'd died and became a demon after all, but it didn't mean that he had to like it.