Liliaeth (liliaeth) wrote,

Fic: Eat it Twilight (13/16)

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


If David didn’t know better, he’d have to say that the man sitting in front of him now, was an entirely different person from the one he’d spent the past few hours interrogating.

Jimmy Novak was angry, though not really with them, but with Castiel. He hadn’t said it in so many words, but Rossi could feel the tension whenever he mentioned his alt’s name. Rossi didn’t think that Jimmy was aware of everything his alt did, but he knew his other half existed.

Jimmy’s stomach rumbled and he looked embarrassed. “Sorry, I haven’t eaten in well… in over half a year really. Castiel always forgets to eat.”

Rossi looked at him. “Forgets?”

“Well he doesn’t need it, being an angel and all. The last time I was out, I couldn’t even begin to explain how good it was to put my teeth in a hamburger.” Then Novak flinched.

“You know my name, right? You called me by my name. Do you know where my family is?”

“Your family?”

“Amelia and Claire. I couldn’t, I couldn’t stay. But Cas promised they’d be safe. That the demons wouldn’t get to them. Do you know where they are?”

Rossi didn’t know what to answer to that. He could feel the worry in the man’s tone, but all he could think of was the report of how Amelia and Claire Novak had gone missing, right after James Novak had been spotted in the area.

“I’m sorry.”

The man lowered his face, letting it drop on his hands. “He promised.”


She ran. Derek fought his way to his feet. His head was bursting at the seams and he stared up at Winchester who seemed to be divided between staying with him and going after Burns. The first one out. Derek found himself pushed to the floor while Winchester knelt down next to him.

“She got you pretty bad. Best to stay down for a while. You might have a concussion.”

Derek didn’t know what to say to that. He wasn’t used to unsubs caring about what happened to him. He eyed Winchester, the man had a wood axe in his hand and seemed to wield it with the comfort that came from carrying blades on a regular basis.

Winchester got to his feet and Derek tried to raise his gun. It didn’t take the man more than a few seconds to kick it out of his hands. “Sorry buddy, but I think we’ll all be better off if I keep that one.” He picked Derek’s gun from the floor.

He gave Derek one last look, before he went up to the sink and tore off the sleeve of his overall. The water poured out of the sink and onto the piece of fabric. Winchester didn’t seem to be too happy about it, before Derek found it held over his wound.

“I’ll check up on you after I’ve taken care of Mrs. Robinson.”

“Dean, don’t…” his breathing hoarsened into a mere whisper. Winchester seemed to almost feel sorry for him.

“It’s my job, Agent,” he picked up Derek’s badge and looked at it, “Morgan. Ever realized that? Killing evil things and saving people, the family business. No matter what the risks.”

“But what if she isn’t an… evil thing.” Derek had a hard time staying awake. His skull was drumming on his brain.

“She took innocent children and turned them into monsters, made them hungry enough to kill people and probably damned their souls. If that doesn’t make her evil, then I don’t know what does.”

“She’s just sick, Dean. Sick and twisted and behaving in a way that’s monstrous, but she’s just a woman. She’s not a creature. Killing her won’t change anything, it’ll just…” and then he had to stop talking not to choke.

Dean found a cup and gave him some water. The man still held Derek’s gun in his hand.
“What if you’re wrong? Ever considered that agent?”

“Have you?”
Winchester gave him one last look and left.

“It’s unfair. Dean keeps nagging about how the angels want to force them into destiny? But they hang around with Cas, and not a single one of them actually wonders what it’s like for me to have Castiel playing around with my body.”

Novak was munching on a burger.

“And yeah, I know it’s my own fault. I shouldn’t have consented the first time around. I feel so stupid now. But I thought… I thought it was my chance to do something important, something meaningful.” He took a few more bites. “It was pride, pure and simple, the idea of having an actual real life angel coming up to me and telling me I was special. That ‘he’ needed me. That God actually needed me for something.” He put down the burger.

“And I never bothered… never bothered to think of what it would do to Amelia, what it would actually mean to do what he asked me to. I was just so damn stupid.”

Miller stared at the man, sitting there in the cell, eating.

“And then I had a chance to get out, home free and I… he took my Claire. He had to, we all would have died if he didn’t. But he took my little girl and I looked at him coming out through her eyes. And I couldn’t not… I couldn’t not beg him to take me back. I couldn’t let him take Claire, steal her life away and make her no more than a tool to be used. I wanted her to have a life.”

Miller handed over a bottle of water.

“Don’t ever trust an angel Sheriff, their PR might be better, but when it comes down to it, they’re as bad as the demons.”

“I don’t want to lose my Sharon.”

“No parent worth his salt wants to outlive their children. It’s just not right.” Novak took a sip from the bottle. “But sometimes… some things that can happen to you, they’re worse than dying.”

“Look, I don’t know what happened to your girl, but Cas is yammering something about her being dangerous. And he’s usually more stoic than that.”


“Yeah, he’s starting to wake up. Seems like he hit a wall, or a seal when he got Dean out of here. He’s also somewhat embarrassed that he didn’t think of that before doing it. It’s weird how a being with no emotions, can be so emotional, if you know what I mean.”

“You’re nuts.”

Novak just huffed at that and took a bite of his second burger. Getting a smudge on his shirt, he didn’t seem to care.

“Miller. Out! Now!”
He looked back, and saw the agent standing there.

“Look, I just wanted.”

“I should arrest you for obstructing a federal case. Damn it man. Have you lost your mind? You’re not supposed to be anywhere near Novak or anything to do with this case”

“I just thought …”

“I don’t care what you were thinking.” Rossi stood there like a stern parent. “The way you’re acting, you could get our entire case thrown out the door. Leave.”

Miller took one last look at the man sitting in the cell, still eating his hamburger. Rossi threw him another glare, but Miller could see the understanding in his eyes. It was that more than the anger that made him leave. He got out and tried not to notice the looks of pity in his deputies faces.

His side was hurting him, Sharon hadn’t meant to do anything. She was just a little girl. His little girl.

“She could be saved. “ He turned around, not sure what he was hearing. He looked around again. There was a man standing there. He was dressed simply in a grey jeans vest over a brown shirt and dark jeans. His skin was even darker than Miller’s own. But it was his eyes that stood out the most. Sad, intense and oddly scary. “All of them could be.”

“What? How, who are you?”

“I am Raphael.” Miller swallowed, remembering every lesson he’d ever learned in Sunday school. Saint Raphael the Archangel.

Saint Raphael of the glorious seven who stand before the throne of Him who lives and reigns, angel of health, the Lord has filled your hand with balm from heaven to soothe or cure our pains. He shrugged it off. “Not another one.” Miller was about to call for help.

He suddenly found himself in a place outside of town. There was a small cottage standing in front of him, Trash lay on the ground all around him. A burst of lightening sliced through the air, dark clouds backed away from them, leaving them in a circle of light as the rain evaporated around them and Miller stared at the electric wings that seemingly appeared on the man’s back.
“Your daughter is in there.” The man said in a whisper, as if the angel were unused to having a voice.


The angel stared up at heaven.“I healed her.” The way he said the words it sounded as if he were talking about fixing up a car. “As a sign of good faith to Dean Winchester, to show that I could fulfill my side of the bargain, were he to consent.”

“Consent to what?”

The man looked at him. “It is the apocalypse. Nothing will prevent that. Dean Winchester is Chosen. He is destined to be the Sword of Michael, the body and Vessel of the most powerful of my brothers. But he selfishly refuses to play his part. Without Michael, heaven cannot win the war against Lucifer. Without Michael, Lucifer gains more ground with every passing day. And we… cannot go home. Forced to remain here, in this…world filled with misery and suffering. A world without our Father, without God.”

“Yeah? So what does that have to do with Sharon?”

“Your daughter is a damned soul, her surrender to her nature, the death she was a part of, has condemned her to hell.” It was shock that held him back from hitting the bastard. Pure shock that made him just stand there as the so-called angel continued. “Were Dean to slay her, her soul will suffer for all eternity.” Miller stood there, he couldn’t seem to close his mouth. “In my eternal mercy I offered a way out. Were Dean to consent, Sharon and all the other children Dean was forced to slay, will regain their humanity and with it, a chance to redeem their souls. All he has to do, is say ‘yes’ to Michael.”

Miller stared at the man, the angel. He wasn’t even sure if there were any words to describe what he felt.

“Will you help me Donald Miller? Will you help me gain Dean Winchester’s consent?”

Heal or cure the victim of disease, and guide our steps when doubtful of our ways.

Donald stared up at him and nodded: “Yes.”


The temperature in the room dropped to sub zero, it didn’t have far to go. This place was cold as it were and the rain only made things worse. It wasn’t the rain that pushed out all the heat. It was the looks between Marissa Torke and Sam Winchester.

Sam had wanted them to test her, holy water, the name of God, something. However, the girl got so scared of the way he was acting that Hotch had pulled her away and was now trying to keep her out of Winchester’s line of sight.

“I got so scared.” She was saying. “Dad and the others, they were talking about the devil, and then they shot those cops. I tried to leave, but dad wouldn’t let me. I begged him to stop and then he…” she didn’t finish the line, but it was obvious she meant the bruises on her face.

The girl seemed lost, helpless, and yet, Reid couldn’t help the feeling that her getting in here was a bit too easy. She said it was because she used to play around the diner when she was a kid. Reid couldn’t even say just what felt off about it.
“They said he’s the devil, or will be. Please don’t make me go near him.”

Sam was whispering something over the bottle of water he was using to wet the rag he used on Agent Martins. Reid hadn’t even been able to get Agent Danton’s body to a safer location.

Marissa claimed to be terrified, and she sure had a good act going. Then Reid noticed that Hotch still hadn’t released the gun he’d been holding. It was mostly Agent Rayner who’d been comforting the girl.

Sam had got to his feet. Reid was just about to head towards him and keep an eye on him, when he noticed Sam had left the bottle open. He was about to say something, about grabbing the cap before they lost it when Sam turned towards Marissa.

His movement was fast enough to turn the water towards the girl, she backed off and screamed. Reid grabbed Sam’s arm, and pulled him back, Hotch already had his gun.

“What did you put in that water?” Marissa had pulled away, hiding behind Rayner.

“She’s a demon.” Sam said, “just look at her.”

It was dark, but it almost seemed like steam coming from the girl where the water had hit her. It had to do with the temperature in the room, cold water on warm skin. Their breath was almost a fog.

“It’s nothing more than evaporation, Sam, The water molecules spontaneously became gaseous due to exposure to the heat of Marissa’s skin.”

Sam snorted at that. “God Reid, you’d really be willing to believe just about anything, before the truth, wouldn’t you?”

He took another step forward, Reid held on to his arm, Marissa took another step closer to the agent. Hotch cocked his gun.

It was a stand-off, get Sam to stay back, have Reid stop him, keep…

All of a sudden everything changed. One moment Marissa was hiding behind Rayner, the next she was holding a knife to the agent’s throat. None of them knew where she’d got it from.

“You always were too smart for your own good, Sammy.”

Sam froze, he swallowed for a moment, before tensing up. “Meg.”


Emily checked the room, desperate to find a key. She needed to get the girl down now.

“Noooo!” She stared up at the woman standing in the door. Clarissa Burns looked terrible, her makeup smushed up on her face. The outfit she was wearing was probably supposed to look sexy and instead made her look like a mentally imbalanced Goth hooker.

The woman seemed agitated. She was pacing. Emily wasn’t sure what to do. Clarissa had a gun in her hands, a shotgun. Emily couldn’t even be sure if it was armed or not.

“She’s mine.” The teacher was mumbling. “All mine, my daughter, she’ll be my mother. She’ll turn me, Stan didn’t, couldn’t, the hunter got to him first, but not her, you won’t get her, you won’t get her!!!”

Emily tried to find something to say to calm the woman down before she started shooting. With Sharon right behind her, she couldn’t just duck for cover.

“Clarissa, I’m not trying to hurt her. See.” Emily carefully lowered her gun. “I’m trying to help her, help you. Before the Hunter gets here.”

“Hunter, the hunter killed my Stan, killed our girls.”

“Yes, he did. But he won’t get Sharon. I promise. But you have to calm down, let me help you…”

“No! You’re lying. You’re one of them, one of the Hunters. Stan said they’d come, if there’s one, there’ll be more. They’re nearly all gone, all the beautiful children of the night, all the vampires, Hunters wiped them all out, gone, gone, forevermore. But we’ll bring them back, we will…” Emily didn’t even try to interrupt her, instead she backed away slowly, trying to get in front of Sharon to protect her.

She noticed a shadow coming up behind the woman Morgan? Then she realized she was wrong as Sheriff Miller grabbed Burns’ arm, trying to get the gun away from her. A shot rattled and before either of them could say anything, Miller was forced up against the wall, bleeding.

“Daddy!” Sharon screamed. Burns grabbed her gun and aimed it at the man.

“You won’t take her, take her, no, not my girl, not…”

Another shot echoed through the room. She expected to see Derek, instead Winchester stood there, holding a gun aimed at Burns’ head. He shot her again, as if expecting her to get back up again. A gun in his left, an axe in the right, he raised it over the woman’s neck, before he poked her with his foot.

He seemed surprised when she didn’t get back up. Miller was getting back off the wall, but Winchester ignored him and knelt down next to the body, ready for anything. Then he lifted Clarissa’s head and pushed his finger in between her lips, staring at something inside her mouth. “Son of a bitch. She’s human?”


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