Supernatural Minds (Criminal Minds and Supernatural crossover)

Chapter 11

(I don't own Supernatural or Criminal Minds. You know what would be awesome? Feedback. Votes. -_-' Is it really that bad that it's worthy of neither? Ha, just watched the episode "Dog Dean Afternoon.")

-Marco-

My head hurts. It's really starting to hurt.

I've been walking in circles forever. Where was Nes? Where was Draco? Great. I'm so used to being around others, I can't be alone any more. Some wind dragon I'm turning out to be. It's because of whatever Viper did to my head, yeah, that's it.

Sky dragons depend on their inner compass, on their sense of direction, and their inner balance. Take that away, and it's like taking away a fish's gills. We actually pride ourselves on it.

I was once called Hurricane.

I was a dragon to be reckoned with, I tell you. In fact, when I was only 103, I led the great Thunderclouds against the Stormcloud rebellion in the great war. It was put down in Sky history in the great Book of Dragons.

The youngest dragon to ever lead a unit, I nontheless led my dragons to victory and sucker-punched victory in the face.... and not only because the Stormcloud leader was called Victory, but hey, I punched her too!

And now look at me.

There's not many dragons left. I had gotten used to being alone before I was captured. Now it was like the Dark Days again, dragon turning against dragon during the great sickness.

I shivered, remembering the rabid, crazed look in their eyes. My best friend had fallen to it, turning after a green forest dragon took a bite out of his wing before we had managed to escape. I remember the moment he turned on me. He had gotten sick, and then I had thought he had died, but when he opened his eyes and looked at me..... I had barely escaped. Still have a nick in my ear from one of his claws.

The survivors escaped into the mountains and cliffs to escape the sick ones, and that's where I spent the next several decades before I gathered up enough courage to leave my solitude and see what had become of the rest of the world.

I was brought out of my memories at the feeling of falling, and instinctively tried to catch myself but I took a topple down a flight of stairs anyways.

Where am I going?

Spencer. He was smart, maybe he could fix my head.

I got to my feet, ending up doing a somersault instead when I went the wrong way, before finally managing it.

This is ridiculous!

I wandered down this new hall. Where am I?

"Sir? Sir? Sir!?"

"Hmmmm?" I turned my head to see a woman wearing scrubs hurrying towards me.

"Sir, you shouldn't be out here. How did you get out of your room?"

"Excuse me, but where am I?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Uh," the look that was in her eyes for only a second told me she was having an internal battle on whether or not to tell me the truth, "sir, you need to come with me."

"Why? I have the right to know where I am," I replied angrily. I left the fact that I was a dragon out, because I'd end up in a psychiatric ward.... plus I don't exactly have rights.

She sighed and gave me the sweetest smile she could muster, "you're in the psychiatric ward."

Oh hel(k) no!

I stared at her, confused, as she warily grabbed my wrist and pulled me along down the hall. I didn't shake her off mostly because I didn't know where I expected to go anyways. My sense of direction is still M.I.A. If I tried to run away, I'd probably end up face-planting a wall.

"What?" I almost stammered.

She didn't answer, and the next thing I knew, I had been ditched in a white-walled room. All. Alone.

The worst part?

There were no windows.

I took a deep breath.

You're not underground, you just can't see the sky. I told myself.

"You're not underground, you just can't see the sky," I repeated out loud.

I wasn't convinced.

...............

-Nes-

"Marco?" I called out, hoping a voice would answer past the curtain separating the hospital bed I was on from the rest of wherever the heck I was. But there was no answer.

I swore under my breath. As an aquatic mammal, I had no business in the sky, but when somebody's in a birdcage above your tank during most of your day, you get to know them pretty well, and me and Marco were like best friends. But with that chip in his head, he couldn't find his way out of a square drawn on the floor, and I've always been there to help him out and keep him from running into everything. Always. He was like the younger brother I never had.

I scratched at the back of my neck. The doctors hadn't mentioned that anything was wrong, but it's been kind of hurting since Viper cut open my head. Maybe he messed up something and the area just below my neck will bother me forever.

........

A black dragon paced along the lines of the border. The spell would not last long, she had made sure of that. She smirked, remembering her little trick.

She hadn't had time for all of that foolish idiot's prisoners, but every plan needed to have sacrifices. She had gotten the main three that she had had her white pupiled, black eyes on, and so it was a success in her eyes.

When Viper had turned for the chip he would put in the sky dragon's head, she'd embedded one of her special scales into his neck, easily doing the same to the sea creature. The Hunter had not been easy. Switching out the two hearts had been simple enough. It had been Axle's heart that went into the spell. Thanks to Eclipse, the heart Viper had returned to the Hunter was the Hunter's rightful heart. The only reason the human was still breathing was because the scale she had embedded into his neck kept him alive. It kept them all alive.

Macaw feathers instead of dragon feathers and the wrong heart.

She grinned maliciously at her own sly trick. Sure, she was trapped in the area between dimensions, unable to go to any of them, but that was only a small price. Besides, it would wear off soon.