Liliaeth (liliaeth) wrote,

Fic: Eat it Twilight (14/16)

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


Meg grinned and before Sam could move, she was backing off to the door, still holding the agent hostage.

“You have no idea how easy this was Samuel. No idea whatsoever. Humans, they talk so much about their God given free will, their ability to choose. But when it comes down to it, they’ll follow orders the first moment they get the chance.

All I had to do was offer some hints, a few words that seemed to come out of nowhere and ‘Daddy dearest’ was all ready to come slay the Devil in Sam Winchester.”

“Dean will get here.” Or Cas.

“Dean,” and she said his brother’s name with utter scorn, “will be lucky not to be stuck in a straitjacket for the rest of his life.”

“You’re wrong.”

She just grinned and Sam could feel death trickling down his spine.

“Our father is coming, Sam. He would have been here sooner, but you know how it goes. Busy busy busy….”

“All I have to do is keep you here and our father’s reward for my faithfulness will never end.”


Jimmy could feel it before it happened. Cas was waking up. He was still sitting behind the table when it started; they’d locked his hands and feet to a ring and he was starting to get bored. He wondered if they left him here because they didn’t have a clue what to do with him, or because of some mysterious cop reason.

It felt like a song, first the soft memory, then a murmur until it became overwhelming and he was lost inside of it.

“Cas please, just a bit longer.” Something, someone listened. It was like being scrutinized under a magnifying glass. A soft apology for the need, a touch that was meant to be guilty, but felt like fire. “I understand.”

And he became the whisper.

Castiel stood up from behind the table and stepped out of the shackles, they fell down on the floor beside his feet. He could see the humans standing behind the door and brushed past their souls. His wings rustled up against the air as he moved past them, a second out of step with time.

He didn’t bother to walk through the halls this time, he knew where he was meant to go, he knew it inside and out, vessel and grace.

It was just a door, a simple door. The Enochian sigils on it, more of a reinforcement than the actual force blocking him in. He placed his Vessel’s fingertips in the opening, the air rippled to his touch. It felt like being tethered, his wings pulled down and his grace ground into this building, reinforcing it as his prison.

Was this what it felt like to Lucifer to be bound in hell? He felt small, insignificant, confined. It itched his gut and burned in his eyes.


He remembered that voice, the FBI agent Rossi. Another ripple. There was something, it was tiny, like a needle point, but it broke wider in the seal. He pulled at it.

“Jimmy what are you doing?”

A few more tugs, pulling at something so small that it made atoms look big.


He turned back to the man, for one last moment.

“Thank you.”

Then he forced himself through the break in the seal.


Winchester stood still, his eyes fixated on the girl. She was bleeding from cuts all over her body. Emily didn’t know what the man saw when he looked at the girl, but she knew she had to do something, stop him. Morgan came up behind him, but he seemed to be staggering, as if it took him an effort to stay on his feet. He held a bloody rag to his forehead.

“Drop your weapons, now!” Winchester seemed to hesitate. Instead he gave the girl another look, before turning to the two men.

“He did it. The bastard actually did it. ”

Emily had no idea what he was talking about. Miller ignored them both and ran up to his daughter, staring up at the chains.

Winchester pushed the axe towards Emily without a word. She picked it up and let it come down on the lock. Sharon was down a few seconds later. The girl was crying.

Winchester leaned up against the wall and sank down. Morgan had to hold on to a chair just to stay up. Emily held her gun aimed at Winchester, while making a call to the station at the same time.

“The bastard did it.” Dean repeated. Morgan grabbed a pair of cuffs from his belt. Winchester just stared at him. “Stupid fucking archangel.” Derek took a step back as Winchester got up, Emily still held her gun on the man as he started rambling on. “I thought he was lying, that he was just making something up, to get me to say ‘yes’. But the bastard actually did it.”

“Dean, you need to surrender, now.” Morgan stated, his breathing harsh. “I’m willing to speak up for you in court, for saving my life. But you need to let me cuff you now.”

Dean glared at him. “You don’t get it, you really don’t get it. I probably sound bugfuck crazy to you, right? But it’s all true. Raphael, he said he’d bring them back, he said he could do it. The girl she’s… she’s down payment. He cured her . He can actually cure vampires.“ Dean swallowed.”And now she’s alive, has a chance at redemption. But it won’t last, not unless I…”

Dean kicked at one of the candles on the floor, kicking it over.



Winchester didn’t care. He just lashed out, kicking over another one of the candles, melted wax poured out on the floor.

The girl fell in her father’s arms and started crying.
“It’s ok sweetie. Everything’s going to be fine.” The man’s eyes stayed on Winchester.

“I didn’t want to hurt her daddy. “ Emily wasn’t sure she was hearing it right. “But it hurt, like I’d never stop being hungry. And it looked… I didn’t mean to kill her.”

“Kill?” The sheriff froze.

“We were so hungry and then they let us go, and I wanted a burger, but all I could see was the girl. I don’t know what happened, we all started drinking, and we couldn’t stop. I’m sorry daddy, please don’t hate me.”

Miller seemed in shock, but he held his daughter even tighter.

“They’re just children.” He whispered. “Raphael said he’d bring them back. All of them. Make them human again. And all I had to do, was say ‘yes’ to Michael.”


The reverend was praying again, hoping for answers. But he was foul, wrong, working for the demons instead of God. Marissa had told him so. Poor Marissa who was hurting, because her father hit her. Her father who was supposed to protect her.

Vinnie checked his magnum, he loaded it and checked its barrels. He watched as the men shared a thermos of hot coffee amongst them. It was cold here and even their windbreakers didn’t protect them from the wind and rain.

Marissa had begged him for his help, they couldn’t let the reverend ruin this for them. They had to do God’s work and the unfaithful needed to be put down before they endangered the work of the Lord.


The reverend was talking to the so called faithful, the ones that would listen to the reverend over the work of God, the ones that had stood back while the reverend hit his own daughter and beat her into obedience.

Vinnie aimed his gun and started pointing it at faces. Tom who kept leering at his Marissa, Donald who kept calling up his wife, just because she was about to give birth, Arnold, Luis …all the reverend’s men.

Then he shot, the reverend was the first to go. He shot again, and again, and again, by the time he got to his third shot, Arnold had managed to get his gun out of his pants, but by then it was too late.

“Why?” Luis asked, right before he died. The three others just tried to run as Vinnie grabbed more bullets to go after them.

“Because I have to.” Vinnie whispered.


“So why don’t you?”

Dean stared at his hands, at the blood still underneath his nails. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” Miller stared at him, still holding his daughter. “Are you that much of a coward?”

Dean wanted to hit him for that. How did this bastard dare, how did he think he could… But then he took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay put. The man was worried for his family, he had every right to ask the question. And there were times that Dean couldn’t help ask the same question.

Was he really just refusing because he was too much of a coward? Because he’d seen what happened to Raphael’s Vessel once the angel had vacated it? The poor guy was left as nothing but a sack of vegetables, a drooling mess that was a waste of life. Even with the thoughts of pretty young nurses washing him because he was incapable of doing so, the very thought of becoming that helpless, that needing, it was the worst horror he could imagine. He almost hoped that when Cas said Michael would be worse, that he’d meant that Dean would die when the angel left.

He tried to come up with an explanation, but they all felt wrong.

“I don’t trust them, the angels. So far, I’ve only met two of them that are worth a damn, the rest of them are dicks.”

“So you’re willing to damn the world, because you don’t like them?” Dean sat still. The two feds just stood there. They clearly didn’t have a clue what Miller and him were talking about. Well sucks to be them.

“Aren’t you going to answer him, Dean?”

And it was then that Dean noticed the Archangel standing there and it hit him. The angel hadn’t just arrived, there’d been no sound of wings fluttering in the air. No, Raphael had never left. He’d just been watching, waiting for Dean to come up with his answer. Hiding, invisible to anyone he didn’t want to see him, just like he’d said.

Why did he keep saying no? Because of Zachariah? Because he didn’t want angels deciding humanity’s fate? Because he despised destiny and wanted nothing to do with it?

Or was it because he was scared, because he was a coward?

Raphael stood in the shadows, light shining around him.

“Saint Raphael, angel of health, of love, of joy and light, pray for us.” He heard the words coming from Miller’s mouth and knew they sounded familiar. He’d probably heard them in Pastor Jim’s church once upon a time. They held a faith that Dean had lost the night his mother died.

Dean closed his eyes.“If you are cruel enough to let her die,” Dean said, “You can forget about me ever saying yes, because I’ll never trust you spineless heartless soulless sons of bitches ever again. “

“It is your choice Dean.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s yours.”

“Please, don’t let her die.” Miller was crying, the six foot two man built like a linebacker was actually crying. “I can’t lose her too.” He stared up at Raphael. “Was my faith in you that wrong? When I was a child, and my mother was sick, my grandmother made us pray to you.

You are Raphael the Healer,
You are Raphael the Guide,
You are Raphael the Companion
Ever at Human sorrow's aide.

Was all that a lie? Did I pray to you for nothing when my mother was coughing, when we held her in the night, to keep her from choking on the phlegm? Did I pray for nothing when my wife was in a coma, when my daughter was taking care of her little brothers, because I couldn’t let go of my wife’s hand?

Please tell me, is heaven a lie?”

The desperation in his voice rang through Dean.

“Let her die, let those children rot in hell, and I’ll never say “yes”.”

The archangel looked at him and Dean tried to stand up and be strong, wondering why the feds weren’t moving, why they were just standing there.

Raphael stared at him in that way that when Cas did it, seemed to mean he was looking right into your soul. Then he turned to the girl and placed his hand on her head.

“The almighty and merciful Lord grant you pardon and forgiveness of all your sins, time for amendment of life, and the grace and strength of the Holy Spirit. By my grace, by the power of heaven, bless absolution upon you and your sisters.”

It was as if a wave of power coiled through the room. It wasn’t like the display of power he’d shown when Dean had first met him. This was almost soothing, a balm against the heat, a freedom of pain and Dean had to hold back a tear.

“Your answer Dean?”


“Michael will change your mind, boy.”

Dean could feel something tighten in his throat. This was it, it was over. He’d never tell anyone, but it was almost a relief.


Tags: eat it twilight

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