Supernatural Minds (Criminal Minds and Supernatural crossover)

Chapter 3

(Still don't own Supernatural or Criminal Minds.)

"How hard did you hit the kid, Sam?" Bobby frowned, "this kid asks for your guy's help and you do this to him?"

"Just a temporary kidnapping of an FBI agent? That was pretty stupid of you two," Bobby went on.

"He said he came alone and he seemed human. But we've had bad run ins with some other Hunters before, and the fact that he's a fed, well," Dean replied, carrying Reid like a burlap sap, thrown across his shoulder. Dean paused under the devil's trap above the door.

"Kidding," Dean said, easily walking into the living room, "guess he really is human after all."

"Idjits," Bobby said again, "you just had to knock him out and kidnap him. He asks for your help and you won't even listen to what he has to say."

"Relax, nobody is coming-"

The sound of a car barreling up the driveway reached their ears.

"Downstairs, both of you! Lucky for you I just cleaned down there, the only thing down there right now is the symbols. Go! Find the hidden path to the panic room and don't come out until I let you out, got it?"

With a nod and worried expressions on their faces, Sam and Dean rushed downstairs, careful not to run Spencer into any walls.

Just as he heard the panic room door close, a furious pounding started on his front door.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Bobby grumbled, grabbing a bottle off the counter and opening it.

"Bobby, I take it?" an African-American FBI agent asked, holding up his badge, "I'm agent Morgan and this is Hotch. Mind if we come in?"

Bobby stared at them for a second, taking a long sip from his bottle before the two agents simply let themselves in.

"We have reason to believe two fugitives are here," Morgan told Bobby.

"Huh, haven't seen any Bonnie and Clyde around here," Bobby said sarcastically. He grabbed two bottles off the counter that were laced with holy water and handed one to each agent.

"Uh, thanks?"

Neither of them reacted to it, completely oblivious to the holy water. They must have done it out of simple courtesy, for they both only took one sip before placing their bottles down.

"We're talking about Sam and Dean Winchester," Hotch said calmly, "have you seen them lately?"

"Nope," Bobby lied with practiced ease, "haven't seen the boys in a while."

Hotch made a hand motion to Morgan, who nodded and looked around the room.

"Care to tell me why you two are a barging in here with guns and no warrant?" Bobby asked, placing his bottle on the counter.

"Can you wait here please?" Hotch asked Bobby. He walked over to Morgan.

.......

"The Impala's in front of the house, he's lying to us," Hotch whispered to Morgan.

"Ya think?" Morgan hissed angrily, both hands on his hand gun, "there's a weird symbol thing on the ceiling and we should look through these books. Could get some intel on the Winchesters."

"He said Bonnie and Clyde, even though he was being sarcastic, he used a criminal duo in terms of speech. They're here somewhere, but since Winchesters are so big on family, he's protecting them and he thinks he'll get away with it."

Hotch tripped over something and looked down. The carpet seemed off under his feet. He knelt down and moved the rug, revealing a handle in the floor. Hotch pulled it open and stared at the stakes and blades in neat, careful order.

"I don't think we need a warrant," Hotch said, a feeling of victory that was equal to his feelings of sadness. Perhaps the Winchester's Fun Uncle Bobby wasn't so innocent after all.

"I have a hunting permit," Bobby said quickly, ruffling through his shirt pockets before pulling it out, "see? You can't just go through my house because I hunt. The stakes are for when I go camping."

"I'm sending a photo, Garcia," Morgan said, talking on his phone to her.

"Sir, we're going to have to search your home." Hotch said with professional calmness.

"Fine, go right ahead. I'm not doing anything wrong," Bobby said, sitting down in a sofa and taking a sip of his drink, "knock yerselves out."

"Devil trap," Morgan said, talking about the symbol above the door.

......

"He's coming to."

Spencer slowly opened his eyes as his mind cleared. He went to shove the hair out of his eyes but discovered that he was handcuffed with his own handcuffs, "haha, very clever, now let me go. You didn't have to kidnap me, Winchesters. You probably just made things more complicated for yourselves and me."

Dean unlocked the handcuffs and Spencer rubbed his wrists.

"Sorry bout that. We don't have much trust in law enforcement and we didn't do the devil trap test before that," Sam apologized.

"You're pals followed us though, they're upstairs. I don't think you could smooth things out? Maybe even clear our names or something?" Dean asked hopefully.

Spencer Reid shook his head, "they'd probably believe you two are somehow blackmailing me."

"You're in the behavioral unit though, arn't you? Make some excuse or something! I remember reading that on your badge," Dean said.

"I'm not sure," Spencer sighed.

"I don't know if we have a choice," Sam said, "if they use UV on the floor down in the basement, it's over. It probably looks like a blood bath under ultraviolet."

Dean swore, "they're coming down the stairs, Bobby just let me know." He leaned against a wall and put the phone in his pocket.

"Well, as a former Hunter, I forgive you for kidnapping me," Spencer told them.