Liliaeth (liliaeth) wrote,

Fic: Eat it Twilight (11/16)

Title: Eat it Twilight
Author Name: liliaeth
Artists Name: lightthesparks
Beta: runriggers, just_ruth, faithburke
Summary: The BAU has to deal with a serial killer who believes he's hunting vampires. The unsub's name, Dean Winchester.
Genre: Supernatural/Criminal Minds crossover
Warnings: death of children, religious themes, violence
Pairing: not an issue
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I don't own either, no matter how much I might want to
Notes: Spoilers for s5 of CM and SPN


Aaron led the way to the back, his gun at ready. He heard Winchester talking to Reid, but ignored it for now. They’d deal with Winchester when it got that far. When they got out of here.

He heard a creak above him, the next instant the wood over their heads gave way and a man dressed in a bloody deputy outfit fell through. The man stumbled down and fell on his side. Johnny held back, his shotgun aimed at the man on the floor and Hotchner lifted his gun in between the fallen attacker and the roof. Shots started breaking out outside and Aaron winced for a moment when he heard Rayner and Danton responding with shots of their own.

“Stop it! You’re under arrest.” The man didn’t answer. Instead he started getting up. It wasn’t until then that Aaron realized he was armed. “Drop the gun.”

The man didn’t answer. He looked up with something like religious fervor heating his eyes. What happened next seemed to take hours, yet it all happened in seconds, it all felt like a blur. Both Aaron and Johnny got ready to shoot, they had no other choice. The attacker got there first. His bullet hit Johnny, Hotch’s bullet hit their attacker no more than a second later, but it was already too late.

He let the man fall to the floor and aimed his gun up, he heard another sound and got out of the way. Bullets hit the place he’d occupied only seconds earlier. He shot back, a muffled scream. Then nothing, more shots from the front, and Winchester stood there, pulling at his chain while Hotchner grabbed Johnny in his arms and pulled him to safety.

Danton screamed his friend’s name, while Hotch took over his place at the window.

Nothing else happened, the shots stopped and Hotch stood there, gun at ready. Winchester’s chains rattled, Danton’s breathing slowed and he could hear a man’s moans, their attacker.

“Is it over?”

“For now.”

“He’s human.” The words came from Winchester.

Hotch gave him a look. “Demons, they’re not stopped by bullets.”

“That’s right Sam, he’s human, they all are.”

“No.” Winchester didn’t get to continue, as the attacker moaned again. Danton ignored him, he was holding his shirt over his friends wound. Johnny was bleeding bad. Hotch didn’t want to say anything, but he didn’t think the man was going to make it.

Hotch took another look up, listening for sounds. Then he grabbed the man’s legs and pulled him to safety. His first shot had hit the man’s shoulder, his second had left him bleeding in the stomach.

“Stay still, and I’ll see what I can do.” The man looked up at him and Hotch tore off a part of the man’s shirt.

“You’re not with the local police. Where did you get that outfit?”

The man moaned again.”We stopped them to take their car. They’re martyrs now.”

“You killed those police officers?” he asked, just to make sure.

“They died in God’s name! Amen. They rest in the arms of the Lord.”

Sam seemed taken aback, shocked. “Why?” It made Aaron realize one thing about him. Sam Winchester might be many things, but he wouldn’t kill bystanders just to get his way. It was a small comfort considering their situation.

Aaron repeated Sam’s question. “Why?”

“To get Lucifer’s Vessel, to cleanse it so Satan can no longer use it as a foothold on this plane. “

Aaron looked to the side and noticed Sam’s reaction.
“You murdered innocent people just to get to me?” Sam whispered. He seemed in shock. “Why? They had nothing to do with this.”

But the downed man ignored Winchester’s words, he seemed repulsed by the young man. Instead his focus went back to Hotchner.

“Do not let him die.” The man whispered. “If he dies, Lucifer gains entry. Millions will die.”

“What?” Sam again. “That’s nonsense, Lucifer can’t get into me without consent. That’s not how it works!”

The attacker died, and Hotchner noticed a crucifix around his neck, it was covered in blood.


The first thing Dean heard was the sirens, the second thing was the car alarms, but it’s when his ears started bleeding that he really got the message.

“Damn it Cas, when are you guys going to learn to lower the damn volume.”

The door opened and one of the cops guarding it came in, a shotgun in his hand.
“Stay put,” was the only thing he said to Dean before keeping an eye on the door.


Then screams, muffled sounds, bodies falling to the floor, gunshots.
“Oh man.”

The Deputy stared up, his body tense, shaking. He almost dropped his gun when the door slammed open. He backed off a step before shooting. Dean could have told him that’d be useless.

“Cas, man, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He got up to the bars. “Get me out of here.”

Castiel grabbed hold of one of the bars and pulled it open. It snapped as if it were a twig.

The Deputy still stood there, just … staring.

The angel lifted his head to the man’s forehead and whispered something. A second later the cop fell to the floor.

“So just out of curiosity, how many of these cops did you put out of commission?”

Cas actually seemed to have to think about the question. “Six. There were also fifteen civilians that stood in my way.”

“Man, you’re awesome.” Even Dr Sexy MD wouldn’t have been that bad ass. Dean grinned and patted the angel on his back. “Now let’s get the Impala and get out of here.”

“I can’t.” Dean froze and stared at his angel.

“What? Why not?”

“I am sealed in place.”

“Whoa? What?”

“My brethren have locked me to this building, they placed a seal around the station.”

“Seal? As in the 66 seals that held Lucifer in hell?”

Cas almost seemed embarrassed. “Yes.”

Dean tilted his head, “What the hell?” He grabbed Cas’ arm. “They can’t just do that, ground you like that, we’ll get you out of here, come on.”

The angel followed him, Dean didn’t think it was for any bigger reason then because he really didn’t have anything else to do. When they got past the interrogation room he heard a phone go off. He hesitated for a second until he saw where it came from. A man was lying in the door opening. It was one of the feds.

Dean took his phone and accepted the call. “Rossi, this is Morgan. The teacher’s definitely involved. We’re off to arrest her now.”

Dean hesitated for a second, he really shouldn’t be saying anything. With the feds away, this’d be the perfect time to get out and be gone before they even bothered coming back. But if Burns was involved then…

“Don’t be idiots.” He said before he could stop himself.

“Winchester?” The agent seemed spooked.

“Look, I don’t care what you think about me. But that woman’s a monster. If you go after her, she’ll eat you alive, literally.”

“If you’ve hurt Rossi.”

“He’s fine. So is everyone else. But you’d better get over here and fast. Because I don’t know how much longer I can keep Cas from doing his angelic smiting thing.” Hopefully they wouldn’t get back until after he and Cas were gone. Better a bit of a risk, than having some feds taken apart by a vampire.

There was no time to look for the Impala.
“Cas, can you get me to the teacher’s place. If I don’t get there fast…” he didn’t need to finish the sentence.

Castiel touched his shoulder and the next thing he knew he was standing outside. The first thing he saw was the black guy, Morgan, kicking in the teacher’s door. He really needed to get his hands on a machete.


Vinnie sat in the back of the truck. The reverend was yelling orders. They were ten men strong. Ten men, and one lone girl who wasn’t supposed to be here. Vinnie winced as the reverend hit his daughter, knocking her to the floor.

She just looked up to him. “I’m sorry daddy, but I wanted to help.”

“This is no place for a woman, Marissa. We’re fighting the devil. We are doing God’s work. Hallelujah! Praise the lord!”

Marissa sat there, her hair hung over her face. Vinnie had wanted to go up to her, to comfort her, but instead he stayed put and reloaded his gun. He still felt depressed over the deputies they’d killed to get the outfits they were wearing now.

The men were martyrs for the cause. They died to serve God, they hadn’t understood how important their mission was, so they had stood in the way of God’s soldiers when the reverend and his men had stopped them to get their van.

“Satan has given them shelter, Satan is guarding them, guarding his Vessel. But the foul Beast will not stop us. We will find him, we will cleanse him, we will kill him. For the Glory of God.”

The fervor around him was starting to scare him. Yet when Vinnie looked at Marissa, she was smiling.


Clarissa Burns’ place was in the back of the grounds. Two of the deputies stayed with Mrs. Martin while Derek, Prentiss and the last remaining deputy headed out to look for the woman’s cousin

He quickly called the station for back up. Nothing, all the phones seemed to be busy. Then he tried Rossi’s cell phone.

“Rossi, this is Morgan. The teacher’s definitely involved. We’re off to arrest her now.”

There was no immediate answer. Derek was just about to make sure he had the older agent on the phone.

“Don’t be idiots.” The air around him seemed to drop a few degrees.

“Winchester?” Oh shit, if Winchester had Rossi’s phone. How had the man gotten out? They hadn’t even taken half the remaining officers at the station.

“Look, I don’t care what you think about me. But that woman’s a monster. If you go after her, she’ll eat you alive, literally.” Then it hit him, Winchester actually did believe what he was saying. Derek couldn’t believe that the man, who by all definitions was a serial killer, was actually concerned about him. A serial killer who had Rossi’s phone…

“If you’ve hurt Rossi.”

“He’s fine.” Winchester seemed disgusted at the notion that he’d even consider harming anyone. Then again to him, Deputy Stringer had just been a demon, those eight girls had been vampires… None of them were human to the man so what did they matter. “So is everyone else.” Dean continued. “But you’d better get over here and fast. Because I don’t know how much longer I can keep Cas from doing his angelic smiting thing.”

It didn’t take Derek long to get it. Winchester wanted him gone from here. He wanted him to return to the station. Either so Winchester could take care of Burns on his own, or so that he and his friend could escape while Morgan and the others were racing for the station.

He called the last of the cops and made him head for the station. They couldn’t risk not doing it, especially if no one was picking up a phone.

The small cottage looked terrible, barely maintained. It had been beautiful once upon a time, but that had been years ago, when someone actually kept up with the gardening and cleaning the windows.

Derek motioned Prentiss to the right and got ready to kick in the door.


“I can help.” Sam said. The agent on the floor glared at him. “My dad taught me how to field dress a wound before I was six. I helped take care of my first bullet wound when I seven. I can help.”

Hotchner seemed to hesitate a moment, then he and Reid shared a look, they nodded and the older agent came up to Sam. He grabbed Sam’s hand and undid the shackle from the metal bar. “What do you need?”

“Clean towels, cloth, something to dress the wound with, water if possible.”

Hotchner nodded and Sam got to work. The first thing he did was carefully remove the guy’s shirt so he could see the bullet wound. It was bad. When he was handed a bottle of water, Sam nodded and used most of it to clean the wound.

The agents stood at ready while Sam did his work. “It’s alright.” Sam told the man. “The bullet went right through, it’ll be fine.” He said it as much to calm down the victim as he did it for his friends who were hovering around them.

The chains weren’t helping him, but he tried to ignore them as much as possible.

Reid and Hotchner were whispering in the corner and for once, Sam wished they’d believe him, when he told them about the angels, or crazy hunters.

“You seemed surprised that they’d kill people for you?” the fed still kneeling next to him said.

Sam wasn’t sure what to say to that.

“Even when Walker came after me, the only people he’d hurt were me, or maybe Dean, and even then only to knock him out and tie him up. To use him as bait. I’ve had hunters after me before, but most of them, they don’t kill innocent people just to set up a trap. They may think I’m a threat, and they’d get Dean out of the way, because they know that he’d kill them if they laid a finger on me. But they wouldn’t knowingly kill innocent people. These guys… they went too far.”

“What would you have done if they just came after you?”

“I don’t know, I … if they had a way to stop Lucifer, I’d at least have listened to them. But I wouldn’t trust people that kill innocent cops, no matter what good goal they think they serve.”

“Really, so when your brother kills a cop, that’s…”

“Dean doesn’t kill humans. Not unless it’s self defense.”

The fed rolled his eyes so hard that Sam was about to ask if he needed a salve for it.

“I need to sew him up, to stop the bleeding.”

“We don’t have any thread, or bandages or first aid kits. In fact, all we’ve got is you.”
He started to get up. Sam looked up, he wasn’t sure what the man was thinking, but if he had a guess, he’d say he wouldn’t like it.

“Danton?” Hotch and Reid froze and looked their way.

“Look, all that those guys outside want is him, right? And they’ve already said they’re not going to kill him. So why not use that? We threaten to kill him if they don’t let us call for help and wham, we get an ambulance and Johnny gets to live.

“Are you insane!” Grayson was the first to get away from the window.

“Well, it’s not like we’re really going to hurt him. Just pretend we would. Just use their obsession with him to get Johnny out of here alive.”



“No, Agent Danton. And that’s final.” Sam took the shirt that he’d been given and used it to bandage the downed agent.

Danton raised his arms in defeat and moved back to the window, just as he did so, another shot burst through the glass, breaking what was left of it. Danton stood there for a second, frozen, before he slowly started sinking to his knees. His brains exploded out of his skull where the bullet had hit him. And here Sam was, without a shotgun or even his hands free, to help hold them off.


There was an axe sticking out of a block in what was left of the camp. Dean picked it up and rand his finger over the edge, it was blunter than he’d prefer, but it would have to do.
“Here vampy vampy.” He whispered as he felt his orange jumpsuit grow heavy in the rain.

He saw movement. It wasn’t much, but it left him on his guard as he followed it. He ended up coming down into the small camp hospital. Movement again, he was ready to use the axe to see if he could lure it out, if it were a vampire.

Suddenly it came forward, it was a terrier, badly taken care of.
“Hey there boy…” It growled as he tried to get closer. “It’s alright, where’s your owner?”

The dog didn’t move, but Dean could see blood on the dog’s collar.

“It’s ok,…”Then the dog slunk towards him. Dean grabbed a biscuit he’d saved from lunch out of his pocket and handed it over to the dog. “See, that wasn’t too bad, was it?”

He leaned over the dog and checked its collar. There was a name and address on it, that belonged to one of the hikers that had gone missing.

Dean patted the dog and let it go, there was still police rope from where the cops had found the bodies in the well. They hadn’t bothered to look further than that. They hadn’t had reason to do so. And Burns’ cottage was only a few minutes back.

The dog started whining when he tried to leave it.
“It’s ok, I’m just going to find the bitch that murdered your owners.” The dogs ears perked up, almost as if it understood what Dean was saying. The dog seemed to be trying to get his attention for some reason.

“Look boy, I’ll come back and pet you when it’s over, but right now there’s vamps to hunt. You know, mean bitey things that like to eat people?”

That’s when he realized the dog was heading towards a door marked winter cellar, a door that despite its marked purpose, was standing wide open.


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