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She was pretty much resigned to the fact that Dean would be having a nightmare tonight. The combination of pain, opiates, Castiel and unfamiliar surroundings would just about guarantee it. So when Dean’s even breathing began to hitch, Lisa was ready and waiting to wake him up before Ben caught on.

Dean might never talk about the content of his nightmares, but they were easy to catalogue if you were paying attention. The ones where he woke up calling out for Sam were the worst; those usually meant up to a week of a too-quiet Dean pulling back from both her and Ben. Sometimes he came out of the dream swinging, still fighting whatever monster his memory had conjured up. He took himself to the couch fairly quickly after one of those.

Tonight it was Hell, no doubt brought on by the fresh gunshot wound in his shoulder. Like the other types of nightmares, Dean refused to share the details, but over the last three years she’d learned more about Dean than probably anyone else alive could boast. She didn’t need the exact details of a photograph; an impressionist watercolor was specific enough. These kinds of dreams were best wiped away with a pleasant distraction, and usually she was more than willing to provide that distraction. Tonight, though, Ben was sharing their bedroom and the FBI agents were down the hall. Sex was off the menu for the evening.

The next best thing that she could think of was the Impala, but she didn’t know enough about cars to ask the right questions. Movies and music weren’t relaxing enough, so that left books.

They’d been together for a year before she discovered Dean’s reading habits, though to be honest it was less of a surprise then it would have been if it had been brought up back when he first moved in. Dean wasn’t what most people would have thought of as a reader, and his reading choices under those circumstances were even more unexpected. They spent the next forty-five minutes talking about Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files, with Lisa confessing that she’d thrown the book across the room at the end of “Changes.” Dean had so many arguments about the way the supernatural was portrayed in the books that talking about it was one of the best ways to keep him occupied until the dream-images faded away.

After a while, Dean relaxed enough to drift a little, and Lisa did the same, curled up against his side. Neither one of them really went back to sleep, but this was an enjoyable way to spend the early morning hours.

“Figures,” Dean said when they first started hearing the police officers stirring outside the room. “Finally get a vacation, and the FBI wakes me up at 6:30 in the freaking morning. Unbelievable. Bet they don’t make decent coffee or pancakes, either.”

“You go ahead and grab a shower. I’ll wake up Ben and do quality control on the coffee.”

Dean gingerly shifted into a sitting position. “Give me a hand with this sling first?”

Lisa helped him with both the sling and the t-shirt, watching how carefully Dean moved any part of his body that might affect his left shoulder. “Are you going to be OK in the shower?”

Dean nodded, though he was a little pale. “Done this song and dance before, only back then I didn’t have any real pain meds.” He dropped his voice a little. “Cas did something to out at the car, and it’s not as bad as it should be. Might need help after, though.”

Lisa counted it a win that he’d brought it up. She’d planned on showing up with coffee anyway when he would be coming out of the shower, but it would be much easier to offer help with that admittance out in the open. “Wouldn’t want to miss out on seeing you in a towel,” she teased.

“Mom,” Ben groaned from across the room. “Quit being gross.”

Dean smirked. “So what do you say we make out a little,” he said, loudly enough for Ben to hear. The boy made a disgusted noise and retreated into the bathroom.

“Now that we have the room to ourselves,” Lisa began suggestively, leaning in for a kiss only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.

Dean was the one who groaned now, though the sound was a little muffled by Lisa’s mouth. “It’s open.”

Lisa had arranged herself in a slightly more dignified (though less comfortable) position by the time the FBI agent entered the room. “I thought I’d see if you needed a hand changing that dressing.”

Dean had swung his feet over the edge of the bed and was tentatively standing up. Out of deference to the situation, he had gone to bed in a pair of sleep pants, which was handy now that a Federal Agent was standing in the room. “I can handle it, thanks.”

Lisa frowned as she watched Dean make his unsteady way across the room. “That better be code for, ‘yes, please, Agent Morgan, as soon as I get out of the shower.’”

“No, it was pretty much my secret way of saying ‘I can handle it,’ Lisa.” He leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door. His face was pale, but it was set in an expression that she recognized from her son. While Ben was normally an easy-going kid, sometimes he dug in his heels on something and no one could get him to move. She’d always suspected that he’d gotten that from his father. She had never been this stubborn. No, Lisa Braeden was persistent.

“If you end up back at the hospital, I’m going to read Carver Edlund in the waiting room. And I’m going to tell all the nurses how wonderful the story is,” Lisa threatened. Dean scowled and rolled his eyes, but nodded in compliance with her unspoken request. She hadn’t even needed to level the threat of Becky . . . “Oh shit,” she blurted out while Dean was more or less obediently sitting down so Agent Morgan could get a look at the dressing on his shoulder. “I forgot to tell Becky what happened.”

Dean snorted. “I’m sure she’ll be ok.”

Lisa ignored him. “Did Dean’s name make the news?”

“I don’t think so,” Agent Morgan said absently as he got a better look at Dean’s shoulder. “JJ is pretty good at keeping names from the press.”

“Does anyone know for sure? Can we find out?”

“We can call JJ and ask her to check.”

“Lisa, I don’t see the problem. It’ll probably only be about a week and then you can tell her everything.”

“Except if she finds out you were shot, she’ll probably show up and start looking for us.” He made a face of displeasure at that thought. Becky wasn’t one of his favorite people, though to be fair the fact that she wrote gay incestuous porn starring Dean and his brother was probably responsible for that reaction. While Lisa found that a bit off-putting herself, she would always be grateful for the younger woman and her decision to track down everyone who’d been mentioned in the “Winchester Gospels” and connect them on the internet. She’d also introduced Lisa to the books themselves, which made life with Dean much easier to understand.

“Who’s Becky?” Agent Morgan asked. There was a slight smirk on his face.

“She’s a friend of mine,” Lisa told her. She paused, trying to think of a way to explain the young woman to a stranger who hadn’t been clued in to Dean’s world. “She’s a little . . .intense.”

“She’s kind of crazy,” Dean said, wincing as Agent Morgan touched a sore spot on his shoulder. “But she’s practically family at this point and she worries about people in her own weird way. And she has this way of bull-dogging her way through people to get what she wants.”

Ben came out of the bathroom at this moment to see both his mother and the FBI agent hovering over his father and asked the obvious question. “Do you want me to leave the room?”

“You could go and scrounge up breakfast,” Lisa suggested. “I’m going to jump in there for a minute, Dean, and then you can take your shower. I’ll grab mine once you’re done.”


When Emily Prentiss arrived to switch over with Morgan, she found Dean Campbell and Lisa Braeden teaching Ben how to play poker. More specifically, they were teaching him how to read the other people at the table, how to recognize tells, and how to avoid giving his own. Once she’d touched base with Morgan and the two uniforms staying at the house, she moved into the common area with the family. They made space and dealt her into the game.

Dean turned out to be very good at reading people when it came to poker, and she had a feeling that if he’d been playing in earnest he would have cleaned her out. As it was she quickly lost her allotted share of peanut M&M’s. Lisa managed to stay in the game because she knew her boyfriend very, very well, but even then she lost more than she won. The game ended when it came time for dinner and Dean’s next round of painkillers.

“How did you figure out where the unsub would be going?” Prentiss was very, very curious about this by now. Dean had figured out the pattern before Reid, and that took a lot of skill.

Dean held his coffee mug close with his good hand, every single bit of body language screaming caution and wariness. “I knew we were looking at a predator,” he said. “Predators follow instinct when it comes to their hunting territory, even human predators. And I knew if there was something bad in the area that it would probably end up coming after my family. So I took the two points that I had and added Ben as a data point. Wasn’t that hard to plot out an area from that.” He shrugged, careful to only move his right shoulder. “I might have missed one or two schools, though. There’s more info available now.”

“Where did you learn how to do that?”

Dean smiled, mostly to himself. “My dad taught me. We never really hunted any game, but he thought that learning how to look for patterns like that was important. If you try, you can adapt it to marketing and advertising.”

She nodded, noting how his hands shook slightly when he took a sip from his mug but not commenting on it. It was obvious that the injury and stress from the situation was taking a bit of a toll on the man. Given what they’d been able to decipher from his personality, Dean was a man who liked his privacy. All this enforced closeness with strangers was probably wearing on him. “So why did you decide to become a mechanic? Where did you learn how to do that?”

“It’s just something I’m good at,” he told her, looking up into her eyes. “I’ve always been good with engines. I kind of wanted to go into engineering, but my dad wanted me to go into the family business instead.”

“So when you left your job in Toledo you just reinvented yourself the way you wanted to be,” Prentiss mused.

“It seemed like a good time to do it,” he told her. His mouth quirked up in a smile. “Lisa and Ben were a part of the life that I wanted but wasn’t supposed to have.”

Lisa Braeden settled a plate of food down in front of him right then, giving his uninjured shoulder an affectionate squeeze before sitting down next to him. “So how long is this going to last?” she asked Prentiss. “I could only get a week or so of Ben’s school assignments.”

“We’re closing in on the two of them,” Prentiss assured them both. “I’m going to go over the perimeter one more time before I leave you with the officers. We’re going to take what you managed to see when you were shot and what the teachers could tell us and use that to help identify them.” She probably didn’t need to check the perimeter; they were well out of the unsubs’ usual hunting grounds, but Prentiss had a feeling that the couple would be willing to drive pretty far out of their way now that Dean was in their sights. She wondered if the attack on Dean had escalated an urge to kill that was more satisfying to one of the unsubs than their previous acts.

“Good,” Dean said. “I hope you catch those two and bury them so deep that they never see the light of day.” The words were growled out, the anger and intent behind them obvious.

“That’s the plan.” She didn’t need to ask about the vitriol. She suspected that it was less about being shot and more about the fact that William Trey had a close physical resemblance to Ben. If Dean was astute enough to put together the geographic profile of their killers, he had certainly noticed that little detail.


“So we have confirmation that there are two unsubs. Computer rendering of the male kidnapper from Billy Trey’s and Ms. Secor’s witness statements in no way resembles the woman that chatted with the teachers at Cicero Middle School. She could not be disguised as the man and the man could not be disguised as that woman. The woman who Dean identified as shooting him. According to Dean’s statement someone else was driving the car. From the hair left in the Aveo, we know that the shooter was wearing a red-haired wig.” Morgan was studying the information on the board, trying to see if his time away had changed the way the case looked.

“Guys,” Reid sat up straight in his chair. “I just figured out why the victimology is all over the place. JJ, pair up Christopher Casolari with William Trey and then the girls next to each other.” She quickly followed the directions and Reid’s observation was easy to see. “We have two unsubs with two different victimologies. They’re using each other as a cover.”

“Preferential pedophiles don’t work together like this,” Morgan reminded him. “The dynamic doesn’t work.”

“Normally, no. But it fits. Two known unsubs and two obvious victimologies. They must have something more than convenience binding them together. It will be ridiculously easy to get them to turn on each other once we get close.”

“The female is the dominant,” Rossi surmised. “I would bet money that she has everything in place to convict her partner and to get off scot free. She was planning on leaving the male unsub behind with all the corpses and moving on to a new hunting ground. We hadn’t seen a hint of her until after everything started falling apart. She knows how to cover her tracks.”

“The boys are her victims,” Hotch added. “When her male partner messed up the kidnapping of William Trey, she had to step in and do it right. That’s why she went after Dean, he messed up her turn. She’s cleaned up for the male unsub before, but she didn’t think it through this time. She’s devolving and getting sloppy. She didn’t kill Dean. We’ll get her on Dean’s attempted murder but not Christopher’s death. Not unless we can get a confession.”

Emily shook her head. “Where would a male and a female pedophile met? In order for the female unsub to let the male do all the kidnapping on his own, there is an incredible amount of trust between them. That’s not something that would develop over a cup of coffee in the park watching other people’s children play.”

“School,” Reid supplied. “High school would be my first bet. College would be a little late. Either that or they are relatives. Brother-sister or cousins. They started molesting younger kids in their reach and covered for each other. They never stopped.”

“It’s a bit of a leap to go from raping children to killing them,” Hotch reminded them. “Female child predators rarely kill their victims. What stressor would push the female –and it has to be the female that made the decision to start killing- into something so drastic.”

“What do all pedophiles fear?” Morgan asked rhetorically. “They fear being found out. They fear exposure.”

“Her long term victim threatened to tell someone, or did and she had to shut them up. This whole thing was to intimidate her victim.”

Emily waved a hand at the pictures of the male victims. “Well, we know what her long term victim looks like.”

“Guys,” Reid interrupted. “We need to separate the two unsubs out. They are not strictly working as a unit. The first victim is always important. The very first victim of the couple was Kathleen McDonnell but that was the submissive’s kill. The first victim of the female –the dominant- was Christopher Casolari.”

Hotch could follow Reid’s train of thought easily. “Christopher threatened to tell and the female unsub needed to hide him among the other victims. Garcia, have you been following?”

The computer tech answered through the speaker phone. “Yes and can I say ‘eewwww’?”

“Garcia,” Hotch said.

“Yes, sir? My computer and I are waiting. Just tell us what we’re looking for.”

“You’re looking for a man and a woman living together in Christopher’s neighborhood, no more than a five-mile radius, probably closer to a mile. Might be on Christopher’s walk home from school,” Hotch told her. “They might be married but if they did, it was only through a justice of the peace. There was no ceremony; neither of them cared enough for a production. Keep in mind that they might be posing as or might actually be relatives. They are between the ages of 30 and 40, but search between 25 and 45.”

“The woman has a much higher paying job. It might be in the school district so that she can get to kids, but I’m betting that it’s something else,” Reid continued. “She volunteers to get to the children. And she does it somehow that there’s no paper trail. He gets paid much, much less at his job and it’s no where near children if he works outside the home at all. She doesn’t trust him that much. They don’t have any children of their own.”

“One hundred and eleven couples,” Garcia reported. “And this is one moment when the feminist movement bites us in the butt. You gotta give me something more.”

“All of them got married by a justice of the peace,” Rossi asked in disbelief.

“No, but that I have to hunt down individually. I can do that once you guys narrow down the list more.”

“Cross-reference all of Christopher’s activities with that list. Is there any overlap?” Morgan asked.

“Sorry. Nada.”

“She’s smarter than that,” Reid reminded them.

“All right, Garcia,” Hotch made the decision. “I want you to start finding who married all the couples on that list. If they got a pastor to do it, it probably wasn’t on the weekend. Start with those that are closest to Christopher’s home. Cut down the list as much as you can. Give JJ the numbers and the names so that she can ask the religious leaders about the weddings. The rest of us will be giving the profiles to the police department. We’ll knock on the front door of the top five or ten on your list all at once. Hopefully, we’ll get the right house, because these two will spook if they aren’t in the initial questioning.”

“Garcia,” Reid called. “Have any of those been accused of stalking or inappropriate behavior around minors? I would be surprised if the female let it get to court but I’m betting that the male has gotten caught before. Maybe in a different town. I’m betting that they moved into the area within the last five to ten years.”

“You know, if they’ve never been charged, they aren’t in any system.”

“We know, Garcia, but we’re hoping that you can find something.”


“Do any of them have sealed criminal records? If I’m right and they started this in high school, they could have been covering for each other then.”

“I’ll work on it and get back to you as soon as I have a shorter list.”

Hotch looked at his agents. “While we give the PD the profile, Prentiss and Morgan are going to re-interview the Casolari’s. They know the unsubs. Between them and Garcia we should be able to narrow the list. JJ, have the captain gather his men. We have a profile.”


“Our unsubs are someone you would never expect to be pedophiles,” Prentiss began the presentation to the grieving parents. “Some of the kids might have accused them, but the unsubs always backed each other up with such iron-clad alibis that you or your neighbors feel silly questioning them about what your children have reported about them.”


“We have two very different unsubs,” Reid initiated the profile in the police department. “The female is dominant. The male is submissive. The male might even claim to have raped and killed all of the children to protect his partner and the woman will let him. He will be looking at the female for clues and leads to follow. He won’t say anything to you if you press. He will probably willingly take the fall for her. The woman will let him do this so long as nothing can be placed at her door, but if there is even a chance that she will be exposed as a pedophile she won’t allow the police to take her alive.”


“It’s a man and a woman living in the same house, but they never touch each other. They are both uncomfortable around other adults, especially the man,” Morgan told the Casolari’s. “He lets her make all the decisions and that’s the way she likes it.”


“When we go into the right unsubs’ house, there is going to be a very clear demarcation between his and hers,” Hotch told the gathered officers. “It might be as simple as the house belongs to her and the garage is his domain. They will have separate bedrooms, maybe even have separate entrances.”


Prentiss leaned forward in her chair. “Some of the children in the neighborhood will love going to their house and others will avoid it at all costs. Our guess is that Christopher suddenly went from one extreme to the other in the two weeks before his death. He’d brush it off, but he was suddenly home more.”

Melissa Casolari gasped. “The Hamptons. Roy Hampton works out of his garage. He fixes up arcade games and most of the kids in the neighborhood hang out there because he lets them play for free. He says that the kids are doing him a favor, making sure it works correctly.”

“I’ve been over there,” Don Casolari argued. “I didn’t like the idea of them attracting all the kids when they didn’t have any of their own,” he said at Morgan’s surprise. “Roy never looks twice at the boys. Some of them walk all over Roy.”

“Is Roy married?” Emily asked. She wasn’t about to fill them in on the details and theories that the team had until there was a little more confirmation.

“To Jessi,” Melissa filled in. “She’s a caterer for all the school events. She gives a special discount to the PTA. She’s always offering them food, but only right after school, nothing that would ruin their appetite for dinner.”

“It’s not Roy,” Don insisted. “He didn’t even know which one of the boys was Christopher when I stopped by.”

“Where do they live?” Morgan cut right through the BS. This wasn’t the time or place to correct them on unverified details. “I’ll give the names and addresses to our computer tech and she’ll confirm their alibis. Okay?”

The Casolaris finally agreed.


The Hampton house was a tidy two-story brick box. The grass was neatly trimmed, although there wasn’t any other attempt at gardening evident and the house was very plain, nondescript, even. It was another form of the kind of camouflage Hotch had seen human predators attempt time and time again, and it was apparently effective.

The SWAT members took point, for the most part, and he was glad to let them have it. Morgan was one of the first from the team once SWAT made their path, Agent Prentiss coming around from the other side almost simultaneously. She went with the team that cleared the second floor while Morgan followed the second team into the basement and Hotch and Rossi stayed on the ground floor.

Roy Hampton was in the basement and he went along without any dramatics. He confessed almost as soon as he was in handcuffs, claiming all responsibility for the rapes and murders of the children. It would have been satisfying if they hadn’t all known that the man wasn’t the brains of the operation.

Jessi Hampton’s personal stamp was all over the house, with the exception of the cluttered basement and a garage full of old arcade games, but she was nowhere to be found and her five-year-old Ford Taurus was missing from its place.


It hadn’t been hard to steal a glance at the profile the FBI had made for the woman who had shot Dean. It was a little risky, walking into the police station with a fake FBI badge, but well worth it. John Winchester had always preached about knowing your enemy, and Sam intended to gather as much information as he could in his current quest.

She had cleared out of the house in a hurry, leaving her husband behind to get arrested and take the fall for both of them, and Sam had let her, following at a safe pace so that she wouldn’t notice him. This was what he really wanted anyway. The bitch had been careful and the most they’d be able to pin on her was Dean’s attempted murder. If she had a good enough lawyer he could probably convince a jury that she was being coerced into helping and that she had missed on purpose. That wasn’t good enough for Sam.

Jessi Hampton had to pay. She had hurt Dean. She had put Dean’s son in danger. She had almost destroyed Dean’s new life, the one they had both sacrificed to make possible.

He followed her to the edge of town and a small run-down gas station, staying far enough away that she wouldn’t register his presence as she filled the gas tank on her practical, average sedan. It didn’t take long to case the station and note the absence of surveillance cameras except for inside the tiny convenience store and the one bored clerk who was busy reading the skin magazine under the counter. The woman couldn’t have picked a more perfect location.

Her car was parked at the furthest pump, the one the clerk inside would need to strain to see, and that was probably deliberate. She was trying to make it out of town with as little notice as possible. It was likely that the only reason she hadn’t paid at the pump was a reluctance to leave a credit card trail. The woman was planning on disappearing as thoroughly as possible, and she was doing an excellent job of it so far.

Sam had driven past the gas station when she pulled in and parked on the street around the corner. He had just as little desire to be noticed and remembered as Jessi Hampton. He approached the woman from the clerk’s blind spot, glancing out of the corners of his eyes for any sign of untoward attention. This had to go exactly right if he wanted to walk away clean with the threat neutralized.

She was standing between the pump and her car, hanging up the nozzle with the same kind of focus that Sam could imagine her using when she shot his brother, when he approached, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out the fake FBI badge. “Jessi Hampton? I’m Agent Ulrich, FBI. I’d like to ask you a few questions. Would you mind coming down to the station?”

There was a flash of surprise and anger on her face before her face dropped into something like resignation. “No.”

“Excuse me?”

“No, I will not be coming to the station. I will not allow you to parade me in front of everyone.” She reached into the bag hanging over her left shoulder, quick as a snake, and pulled out a .38 revolver, doubtless the weapon she had used to shoot Dean.

For a moment Sam worried that he’d miscalculated badly and that she was about to shoot him right here on the street. He nearly pulled his own weapon out in knee-jerk response despite his determined goal to not shoot the woman and leave a trail. Instead he carefully took two steps back. “This doesn’t have to end this way,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm.

There was a bitter, ironic smile from Jessi Hampton. “Yes it does,” she replied. The barrel of the gun came up to her temple and she pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Sam turned and walked away, satisfied. A couple of years ago he would have been horrified at this outcome, but he’d become a little wiser over the years and now he welcomed it. Dean was safe and neither one of them had needed to dirty their hands with the woman’s blood. The profilers had gotten that much right, at least. Jessi Hampton hadn’t allowed anyone to take her alive. She had feared exposure of what she was more than death, probably because she didn’t know what was waiting for her.

He smiled as he started up his jeep and drove away.


The news came while Roy Hampton was still languishing in the interview room, and it made an already complicated case even more difficult. It was unlikely that a woman like Jessi Hampton would take the time to cover her tracks, pack up her car, stop at the edge of town to fill the gas tank, and then commit suicide, but all evidence pointed to her doing exactly that. There weren’t any surveillance cameras in the surrounding area, so the team had to rely on the less than observant clerk at the gas station and the physical evidence. It was the same gun that had been used to shoot Dean Campbell, with only her prints, and the angle and lack of bruising was enough for the coroner to feel safe declaring it a suicide. As far as any of the team could determine, something must have happened that made the woman fear exposure.

The instant her husband heard the news he immediately recanted on his confession, but by then they’d had the opportunity to gather enough physical evidence that any prosecutor worth his salt should be able to get a conviction for all three victims.

It wasn’t perfect. They had no idea what kind of confrontation had made Jessi Hampton kill herself, and there was absolutely no evidence of her transgressions in the Hampton house. It was possible they’d never know the truth of what had happened, but there was no changing it now. The case was over. It was time to head home.


Dean had never legally been in a morgue before. It was an odd situation for him. He had met up with Jen Secor outside and spent a few minutes quietly talking to her before Agent Morgan brought them in one at a time. Jen was clearly shaken by the situation. She was a quiet, gentle person and Dean knew that she had never needed to do something like this before.

Sadly, it was once a fairly regular event in his life and Dean didn’t really feel anything as he stared down at the dead body of the woman who had put a bullet in a shoulder. Relief that she and her husband weren’t around to put Ben in danger anymore, maybe. His father would probably have been happier if he’d taken care of the problem himself, but Dean was glad it had happened that way. He was pretty sure he knew exactly where the woman was now and she deserved it, deserved everything she had coming for the things she had done.

“She committed suicide at a gas station?” he asked Agent Morgan quietly.

The man made a shrugging motion, carefully contained body language neither confirming nor denying. “That’s what all the evidence says. We knew she’d probably do something like that before she’d allow anyone to take her in and risk exposure, no matter how watertight her alibis were.” There was a wealth of things the FBI agent wasn’t saying, but Dean let it pass. That wasn’t his life anymore.

He took one last look at the body on the table, nodded to Morgan, and walked away. He needed to be with his family now, and they needed him.


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Jun. 4th, 2011 11:13 pm (UTC)
Well, I confess that I know CM only from crossovers, and I still want to throttle RoboSam (which means you nailed him!), but this... is probably exactly the way it would play out. Very, VERY well done. :)
Jun. 4th, 2011 11:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

We tried to make it as realistic as possible given the characters. I often wanted to strangle season 6 Sam as well.
Jun. 5th, 2011 02:55 am (UTC)
I loved this! You did such a good job of blending these too, and I confess I love Dean and Lisa stories. Wonderful stuff!
Jun. 5th, 2011 07:37 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!
Jun. 5th, 2011 07:23 am (UTC)
I loved this! I usually dislike Dean/Lisa, but you brought it back to the original episode, which was the reason I initially liked her. And you made Dean's life in her house, as well as his reaction to the serial killer so believable. I loved how the CM team profiled Dean, and how he profiled them back.

I always feel like a jerk when I say this, but I want more. So badly. I know that it would eat Morgan, Prentiss and Hotch up not knowing the full details of Dean, and Dean would inevitably get tangled up in their business again. Or Sam would land on their radar and they'd tie him back to Dean Smith. I really want to see how it continues.

Regardless though, I really loved this. One of the best SPN/CM crossovers I've read in a long time. :)
Jun. 5th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)
I am seriously blushing over here! Thanks for the compliments!

There will be a sequel. The first page or so just got written on a car drive today, actually inspired by your comment a little.

Thanks for reviewing!
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Jun. 5th, 2011 11:32 am (UTC)
Got this story off a rec list, and boy am I glad I did! I love it! I'm a big fan of Criminal Minds and I love the way you work Dean and his family into the story. Thanks for sharing!
Jun. 5th, 2011 07:03 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it! Can I ask what rec list?
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Jun. 5th, 2011 02:18 pm (UTC)
Very well done...you got the CM team down very well and I love the fact that you brought the Dean Smith background into it. Enjoyed it all.
Jun. 5th, 2011 06:58 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Jun. 5th, 2011 06:23 pm (UTC)
*le gasp* THEY NEVER SEE EACH OTHER AT ALL!!!!! *cries* what what!!!
Jun. 5th, 2011 06:55 pm (UTC)
If it makes you feel better, in the first draft Sam wasn't alive at all! And there might, possibly, be a sequel coming to this. The plotline jumped in fully formed.
Jun. 5th, 2011 07:24 pm (UTC)
I loved this - you did such a good job of bringing the two fandoms together :D
Jun. 5th, 2011 08:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you! They're two of the favorite fandoms around here.
Jun. 5th, 2011 07:34 pm (UTC)
OH HELL YEAH... I mean, I go for spn/cm xovers like hellhounds for souls and this one was definitely worth IT! The pace, the intertwining of the characters and their backstories (DeAN SMITH! MWAEHAWEHEWA, utter genius, I gaped, kid you not) and the way it became really just another casefile for both verses that just brushed 'by accident' I LIKE!!!!
Jun. 5th, 2011 07:58 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! Dean Smith was one of my favorite things from the beginning.
Jun. 5th, 2011 07:44 pm (UTC)
I liked the Dean/Lisa relationship you created - loved the house rules, the morning routines, and the literary teasing. Dean and Ben's relationship was adorable and I loved Ben's indignation that the rest of the world doesn't acknowledge his father as a hero.

Thanks for sharing!
Jun. 5th, 2011 07:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you! This was my particular canon for Dean/Lisa and Dean and Ben.
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Jun. 5th, 2011 11:10 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is lovely. SPN/CM crossovers are one of my favorite things, and I love how this one worked out. I like how they were suspicious of Dean and how they made the Dean Smith connection (which is so cool). And how Sam was keeping an eye on Dean and helping, even if he wasn't showing himself to Dean yet. And the profile that they gave was very cool, very interesting!

Very nice!!!
Jun. 8th, 2011 01:03 am (UTC)
Thanks! They're a favorite crossover here too.

I'm glad you liked the profile!
Jun. 7th, 2011 03:26 am (UTC)
Wonderful crossover! I love your version of Dean with Lisa and Ben. I love the FBI agents, Dean's protectiveness of the kids, Ben showing signs of being Dean's son... It was all really wonderful. Thank you so much for writing and posting this.
Jun. 8th, 2011 12:34 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked reading it. This is pretty much my personal canon for Dean, I think.
Jun. 7th, 2011 04:37 pm (UTC)
This is such a good fic. I love this idea of Dean - family man, but still needing the hunt.
Jun. 8th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Dean as a family man is one of my favorite things!
Jun. 8th, 2011 01:23 am (UTC)
This was AMAZING. I love how Dean's abilities were showcased, along with his interactions with kids. ;D And badass!Sam was playing hide and seek, but managed his retribution so subtly, it was kickass. Who doesn't love a protective!Sam? I wish there was more interaction between Dean and Reid, but since Dean was sticking to his civilian cover, I guess it was impossible.
Jun. 10th, 2011 02:56 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it! This is pretty much how I want Dean to be, I think, and I liked adding just enough Sam to season the story. Next one will have more Sam, I think. And possibly Dean and Reid interacting.
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Jun. 12th, 2011 03:26 am (UTC)
Oh yes. Very, very good. Thanks for sharing.
Jun. 14th, 2011 09:58 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it! I think this one might be one of my favorites, too!
Jun. 12th, 2011 12:54 pm (UTC)
What an awesome story!

I love crossover with Criminal Minds and this one is great!

I love how you tied everything to "The kids are alright"! ♥

Thank you for this fic!
Jun. 14th, 2011 09:47 pm (UTC)
Wow, thanks!

Criminal Minds/Supernatural crossovers are some of the favorites over here.

And that particular episode was one of my favorites.
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