you were in the fbi

Don’t Flirt With Him

Word count: 2,241

Warning: smut, spanking, little bit of fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Y/N has to flirt with the most horrible and sexist man ever to get info for a case and Dean isn’t too happy about it so he shows her who she really belongs to.

The sound of Dean’s alarm woke you up and you reluctantly opened your eyes to see Dean and Sam already up and getting ready.

“Do you know what I think I like most about the bunker? Normal sleeping patterns.” Sam laughed, agreeing with you as he brushed his teeth.

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Best Mistake - Part 1 - Smut

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,347
AN: IDK I WANTED TO WRITE THIS DON’T JUDGE ME. There’s some Polish in here, I used Google translate so it may not be correct. I left the word meanings at the end. Thanks to @writing-obrien and @celestial-writing for being my pals. Also his hand looks so yummy in this gif. okay bye.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. You sat and stared at the little white stick in your hand, the little pink plus sign mocking you. Your eyes swept across the floor to see the other discarded tests around your feet, all with the same result. You were pregnant.

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I remember when we shared DVDs and 480p was the standard

Paying 25 dollars for a single movie

Sitting through 40 FBI warnings you couldn’t skip

We were so uncivilized

Fragments - Part 8

Word Count: 3488

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of being roofied? 

Fragments Masterlist

“Y/N!” Donna beamed so bright her smile could light up the night sky.

You smiled and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I uh…I got your message and I thought since I was close I’d stop in…unless it’s a bad time…”

“Never a bad time for you, get in here!” She practically pulled you inside, yanking you into a bone-crushing hug. “Dean called and said you were alive, I didn’t believe him, but here you are.”

“Here I am.”

“So…wanna get blingo’d, eat a buncha junk food, and have a girl’s night?”

“God, yes.” You smiled. “I see why we’re friends.”

Donna opened her home to you and let you use her shower while she ordered all kinds of take out. She laughed it off when you told her you had no idea what foods you liked best and said she’d take good care of you. You trusted her in that regard.

You walked out of the bathroom, your hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Dean’s flannels you’d stolen. Donna gave you a knowing smirk as you sat down next to her on the couch, peering into one of the takeout bags. “That’s Dean’s. Smells just like ‘em.” She laughed. “You take it or did he give it to ya?”

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Morning Coffee.

previously titled “Plot Twist.”

Spencer Reid x Reader

Spencer sees the reader every morning at the coffee shop. One day while they’re both in there someone attempts an armed robbery, but to Spencer’s surprise the reader pulls her own gun, ready to defend herself and others. Caught up in the chaos and stress of it all, Spencer instinctually reaches for his gun as well. After everyone is safe, he asks her about why she’s got such a weapon. 

anon requested.

warning! attempted armed robbery in a public place

↳ Part One.

Each morning before work, you’d stop at the coffee shop on the corner near the police station. Although you had moved to Quantico pretty recently, you’d been a homicide detective for a while.

And each morning as you waited in line you saw the same man sitting by the window. He had messy curly hair and was tall and lanky, and always carried a bag with him. 

You didn’t know his name for the longest time, but spotted ‘Spencer’ scrawled onto his paper cup one morning and grinned to yourself. You’d developed a small “crush” on him, sure it wasn’t a real one since you hadn’t officially met but from time to time you’d find yourself looking around the small shop in hopes to spot his messy head of hair. Each time you made eye contact he’d show a tight-lipped smile and give a tiny wave. You found it cute.

Spencer had noticed you as well, and found himself looking forward to seeing you in the shop in the morning. He always wondered who you were and what you did since you were awake so early, some days at 6 am, and then left in a hurry but not before flashing a smile and shouting a ‘thank you!’ to the barista.

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miafuckingsucks  asked:

1, 14, 15 for the Drabble thing <3

1.The skirt is supposed to be this short.

JJ and Garcia had been the first to notice the new addition to your wardrobe when you entered the conference room that morning.

“Since when did you start wearing skirts to work?” JJ teased, taking the opportunity since it was just the three of you in the room at the moment.

“And ones that could be considered so scandalous?” Garcia joined in as she prepped the files for the rest of the team members.

“This skirt would only be considered scandalous back in ‘The Scarlet Letter’ times,” you laughed incredulously at your friend’s comments, “And besides, I thought it was cute and would mix up what I usually wear to work.”

“It is very cute,” Garcia confirmed, coming to where you stood and handing you a case file, “And very short.”

Throwing your head back and groaning, you chuckled softly, “The skirt it supposed to be this short!”

Tilting your head back down, you noticed that Spencer had come to enter the conference room, and when his eyes settled on the hot topic of your previous conversation, he swallowed harshly.

JJ and Garcia also noticed this and shared a knowing look between each other as Spencer took his usual seat right next to your usual seat.

“See something you like, Spencer?” Garcia whispered to the blushing man as she handed him a file while you took a seat next to him.

Rolling your eyes, you whispered a silent thank you to the universe when Hotch walked in and immediately began briefing the team.

At one point, Hotch turned his attention to Rossi and you felt Spencer’s hand come to rest on your knee.

“I do like your skirt,” his voice just loud enough for only you to hear.

“Thank you,” your own voice no louder.

“Do you think anyone would notice if we were a little late boarding the plane?” Spencer asked, trailing his hand ever so slightly up your thigh.

“Not at all.”

You prayed that no one noticed the smile you had to bite back or the hickey that would soon come to appear on your neck.

14. Take. It. Off.

“Please tell me that was the last box,” you huffed, taking a seat on the floor next to one of the many cardboard moving boxes placed sporadically around Spencer’s living room.

Nostalgia had struck Spencer after returning from a visit to Las Vegas to see his mother last week, prompting him to bring up the boxes of memories he kept stored in the basement of his apartment.

“There’s only one more,” Spencer assured, sliding a box labeled ‘photo albums’ out of the pathway you had created towards the door, “I’ll go get it and then we can start going through them.”

Humming in agreement, you scanned the boxes that were settled around you, wondering which one Spencer would want to open first when he returned.

Just to your right, the simple Sharpie label of ‘CHESS’ caught your attention the most. Imagining that it was most likely full of vintage chess boards that Spencer had collected over the years, you figured that was a good box to start with.

Standing up from your previous position and tearing back the tape that sealed it shut, you were pleasantly surprised to see a golden baseball hat residing at the top. Picking it up, a smile grew across your lips upon reading the black lettering of “Las Vegas Chess Champion 1989”. The thought of a little eight-year-old Spencer wearing the hat atop a mess of his untamed curls made you giggle before adorning the hat yourself.

As you began to carefully remove the chess boards that the hat had been on top of, you heard Spencer re-enter the apartment and close the door behind him.

“Babe, did you see a box mark—” Spencer stopped in the middle of his question upon seeing the familiar tone of yellow, “Where did you find that?”

“In this box with your chess boards,” your smile drooped, having expected him to be far more excited when seeing the relic.

“I thought I got rid of that,” Spencer swiftly set the box in his hands down and made a move towards you, “Please, take it off.”

“Why would you want to get rid of it?” you dodged his attempt to remove the hat from your head.

“Y/N, please,” Spencer ignored your question, the tone of his voice growing desperate, “Take. It. Off.

Before you had the chance to respond, Spencer was quick to close the space between you and wrap one arm around you while his free successfully snatched the hat from your head.

Squealing with laughter, you attempted to reach your arm just as high as Spencer’s to retrieve the hat back but settled back onto your feet when you realized your efforts were pointless.

“Alright, fine,” you feigned defeat, placing your forehead against his chest “But, Spence, why did you want to get rid of it in the first place?”

Lowering his extended arm to drop the hat on the sofa besides him, Spencer sighed, “The day after I won the chess tournament, I wore that hat to school, thinking that I was so cool,” his voice drifted off, “And well, we both know how uncool the rest of the high school already thought I was…”  

Your heart dropped at Spencer’s explanation for the embarrassment he had in regards to the baseball hat. Even if he had grown past the bullying he had experienced in school, it was obvious that some pain continued to linger.

Glancing down at the hat that was now by your leg, you smiled sadly before picking it up and placing it on Spencer’s head, right where it belonged.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I bet you looked just as cool then as you do right now.”

And for the first time ever while wearing that hat, Spencer felt proud.

15. Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

There were a million other places you would have rather been then an overcrowded bar right now. Most nights, you would be partaking in shots with Prentiss or singing a horrible rendition of some Journey song with Garcia and Morgan; but between the silent treatment that Spencer was giving you and the creepy stare you were receiving from a man at the bar, you had had enough of the night.

Pushing your way through the hoard of people on the dance floor, you made your way over to the spot of the bar where Morgan and JJ were stood, both of them ceasing their conversation at your arrival.

“Spencer still refusing to talk to you?” JJ asked sympathetically, being able to see the dejection that still resided on your face from the previous argument that the two of you had.

“Not a single word,” you shook your head, glancing back to see that Spencer was still sitting at the booth you had all chosen when you arrived, his eyes trained on the drink in front of him.

“So I’m just gonna head out,” you motioned towards the exit of the bar, receiving understanding nods from both of the agents.

“You go home and relax,” Morgan stepped forward to give you a hug, “I’m going to try and talk some sense into that boyfriend of yours.”

Lightly laughing for the first time in hours, you bid them both a good night before making your way back through the crowd of people and out of the bars overwhelming atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh night air and reaching for your car keys in your purse, the sound of the door slamming caught your attention.

“Hey, there,” the voice was unrecognizable, but when you turned around, you were met with the man who had been staring at you since you entered the bar.

“Hi?” your response came out more as a question than a statement.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you left without the guy you came with,” his breath reeked with vodka as he came to stand closer to you, “And I thought maybe you’d be into leaving with me instead.”

Taking a step back, you scoffed at the complete stranger, “I’m not, at all.”

Sudden anger flashed across the man’s glazed eyes, “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

Even if you were a trained FBI agent, the man’s threat made your heart race and your palms go clammy.  

“Take one more step near her and I will not hesitate to shoot you,” Spencer’s voice rang clear and authoritative through the tense air, taking both you and the man by surprise.

“You don’t even have a gun,” the drunk man snarled, unmoved from his position near you.

Moving the jacket of his suit to reveal that he was in fact still carrying, Spencer spit venom in his words, “Back away from her, now.”

No longer willing to continue harassing you or run the chance of getting shot, the man was quick to practically run past you, in the complete opposite direction of Spencer.

A shaky sigh of relief had barely left your mouth before Spencer had pulled you into his arms, his own body shaking with fear at the idea of what could’ve happened if he had not come to apologize to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest, “I thought you were mad at me, I didn’t think you would come after me.”

Shaking his head, Spencer tipped his finger under your chin and made you look at him, “I will always come after you, I can’t lose you.”

Pressing a kiss against your forehead, Spencer pulled you into him once more, not yet willing to let you go.

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Astronaut Peggy Whitson Sets New NASA Record For Most Days In Space
All the Shit That Happened in North Korea While You Were Asleep
Comey Tried to Shield the FBI From Politics. Then He Shaped an Election.
Wut: Trump’s over-the-top, bragging, boastful AP interview, annotated
‘When I won,’ Trump thought, ‘now I’ll get good press’
Obama to hold first public event since leaving office, Monday in Chicago
New Orleans begins removal of Confederate monuments
French voters reject mainstream politics in ‘revolutionary’ vote

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Kill Zone - Part 2: Kill Shot

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Sam Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak,  Dean Winchester, Cindy Stevenson (OC), Ella McKenzie (OC),   

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Guns, talk of murder, talk of character deaths, Dean is a being an ass, Cas is being a jerk,  

Word Count: 4400ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.


You were absently rubbing your wrist as you stared towards the house. You hadn’t wanted to leave but Sam had insisted, and Cas had practically dragged you out of there.

“Are you okay?” Cas asked, nodding towards your arm, as you looked up with a confused expression on your face.

“Yeah…” you pulled up your sleeve, showing Cas your arm with a smile, “See, no bruises. Just a little sore. That’s all.”

Cas wasn’t convinced till he had taken a good look at your arm himself, letting out a relieved sigh once he had, “I’m sorry Y/N. I should have warned you. Dean has a bit of a temper.”

“I noticed,” you replied wryly, looking back towards the house with the two Winchesters still inside. “What happened between the two of you? I mean Sam knew you, but he didn’t seem angry with you. Dean on the other hand…”

You looked up at Cas, who was no longer looking at you. His eyes rested on Dean’s cabin, but his mind seemed to be far away. “It’s a long story Y/N, and not really mine to tell,” Cas answered, making you even more curious.

You tilted your head slightly, carefully studying Cas’ expression before speaking again, “You’re friends. You are mad at him right now, but you still consider him a friend.”

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I hate that I love you - Jack Wilder Imagine

Prompt: Reader is an FBI Special Agent who arrests the four Horsemen along with Agent Fuller after they robbed the bank. Unfortunately Reader has met Jack before and they develop a love-hate-relationship.

Authors note: So this is the first imagine I´m putting up on this blog. I had this idea in my head for quite a long time now and I finally wrote it. It got pretty long tho so I forced myself to stop at one point. Since I´m having a lot more ideas for this story there´s probably gonna be a Part 2. I´m sorry for any typos but its currently 4am and I just spent about 3 hours on this so I don’t really feel like editing it right now. I hope whoever reads this likes it tho.

Fandom: Now you see me

Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader

Warning: There´s like one cuss word 

Word Count:  1.622

„Alright, let´s get those magicians”, I said to Agent Fuller and the rest of our team. We were at the Aria Hotel ready to arrest the so called Horsemen for robbing a bank at their show last night. I had to admit that I thought Fuller was just messing with me when he told me about them. I mean magicians? C´mon these guys are entertainers. However it didn´t matter what they are. What matters is that they somehow managed to rob a bank in Paris from a Las Vegas stage in less than 10 minutes.  We were standing in front of their door silently nodding at each other and then I kicked the door open.

 “FBI! Hands where I can see them!” Fuller and I screamed at the same time. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. The Horsemen didn’t even flinch. It was as if they were already expecting us. Merritt McKinney was lying on a couch reading and not even bothering to put his book down. It took Agent Fuller to scream at him again so that he let the book rest on his chest and held his hands up. Daniel Atlas was standing at the window with a deck of cards in his hands. At least he put his hands up even though I did not like that smug look on his face. Jack Wilder was what it looked like sleeping on a chair with his feet on a table. I walked over to him with my gun pointed at his chest as he put his hands in the air. He looked rather bored but as soon as he saw me a grin spread on his face.

 “(Y/N), good to see you again. Look, about that last-“ “It´s Agent (Y/L/N) to you”, I cut him off. “C´mon are we really going to the last name calling? It´s not like I don´t know you.” The other Agents gave me questioning looks I simply decided to ignore. I hadn’t told them that I knew Jack Wilder. After all it was none of their business.

 I met him on my way home a few weeks ago when he `accidentally` bumped into me and wanted to apologize by showing me a little card trick. I like magicians and on top of that he was very handsome so I let him. He told me to pick a card, put it back into the deck and then he started to shuffle it.

 “I´m Jack by the way.” His smile was contagious. “(Y/N)” I replied while he cut the deck with one hand and one card shot out of the middle right into his hand. “Is this your card?” I couldn’t help but grin at him. “This is a phone number.” “Yeah it is and you´re free to keep it” His smile was actually the cutest one I had seen in a very long time.  “You know, you said you were going to show me a card trick to make up for bumping into me. You still don´t know what my card was though so I guess I can´t call you because you didn´t keep your promise which doesn´t change anything about you being that asshole who almost made me fall onto the ground and I´m afraid you being so utterly handsome still doesn´t make up for it.” I crossed my arms smiling at him and waiting for his next move.

 He did look surprised for a split second but his grin didn’t vanish. “Well, if you insist.” With a swift movement of his hand the phone number turned into my card - the ace of hearts – with the slight difference of a number being written across the middle of it. “Now, was this your card?” A laugh escaped my lips and I grabbed the card saying: “I guess it was even though I like this version much better.” He wasn´t that much taller than me but that didn’t change the fact that he was looking down at me with a huge smile across his lips. He was just about to say something opening his mouth but I grabbed his wrist and put it quite high on his back. My smile had faded and so had his. Instead he looked pretty shocked. 

“Woah, hey, hold on, hold on.” I kept quiet for a little longer wanting to hear his excuse. “Were you just trying to steal my wallet?” I asked him not very friendly. Yes, he was handsome and yes, I did enjoy that little flirt but I would not let him steal from me. “What? Why would you think that? I-“ I cut him off getting tired of this. “I´m going to stop you right there. I am an FBI Special Agent and I don’t like it when the bad guys are lying to me. Are you doing this to all the girls? Now listen to me very closely. I will let go of you and you won´t run away, do you understand?” He made a huffed noise which I took as a yes. I let go of his arms and he turned around to face me. 

“What? No apology?” I asked arms crossed once again. “You´re from the FBI?” He asked in awe and I had to keep myself of smiling at him because he just looked too cute with disbelief plastered all over his face. “Does that sound like an apology to you?” I must have looked intimidating because after a few seconds of staring at him he sighed and opened his mouth for what I was expecting an apology. “I´m sorry, (Y/N), but I didn’t try to steal anything from you.” That made me raise up my eyebrows. He was actually going to stick to that story. I knew exactly that he wanted to steal my wallet and yet here he stood telling me he didn’t. Pathetic. 

 “Don´t lie to me, Jack. I know what you were about to do but I´m FBI. I don’t deal with pick-pocketers and it´s been a long day so I really wish this wouldn´t have happened. I like you, Jack, and trust me I would´ve called but whatever. Just go now.” His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Are you serious?” “I am but if I ever see you again I promise you I will put you in handcuffs.” A smile started to form on his face and I couldn´t help but smile back. Even if it was just a small smile. “Either way it was still a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” “Wish I could say the same thing about you, Jack.” With a last smile and a wink he turned around and walked away.

 And that´s the story of how I met Jack Wilder. I didn´t know he was one of the Four Horsemen but when Fuller showed me their faces I thought one of them looked oddly familiar and when he told me his name was Jack Wilder I immediately recognized him as the guy who had tried to steal my wallet weeks ago. I had to admit that it was nice seeing his face again. The circumstances weren´t so nice though. 

“Like I said, it´s Agent (Y/L/N).” Just in that moment Henley Reeves appeared at the stairs putting on her jacket causing almost all Agents to point their weapons at her. “Do one of you guys mind giving as a hand with our bags?” She asked while she put her hands up. I didn´t like the tone of her voice but it wouldn´t be of any use to call her out on it so I just focused my attention back to Jack. “Let`s go”, Fuller said and I grabbed Jacks arms making him stand up so I could put him into handcuffs. 

“Last time we saw each other you did promise me you would put me into handcuffs, I just thought my charm would prevent you from doing so and instead you´d go on an actual date with me”, he said while I walked him out of the hotel room and led him downstairs. “Shut up, Wilder.” I couldn´t have him talk to me like that in front of my fellow agents or they would start questioning my authority. “No, I´m serious. I really wanted to ask you out but then that happened. I guess some would say it was the universe that brought us here together once again, don´t you think so?” He was messing with me just like McKinney was messing with Fuller but somehow he managed to get the idea of going on a date with him into my head and I couldn´t stop thinking about it. “I said shut the fuck up!” “Hey, no need to scream. I was just stating the fact that I find you very attractive, alright. However I already made myself clear about that last time, didn´t I?”

 These Horsemen had all of this planned, I could feel it. None of them were surprised or showed even the slightest change of emotion when we entered their room and now they were all talking to us as if we were not arresting them. Something was going on and I did not like it. When I sat back in the car next to Fuller he was giving me a questioning look. “Drive.” I didn´t feel like talking right now especially because I knew that he wanted to talk about Jack Wilder and if I did I might accidentally tell him something I didn´t want to speak out loud. Jack Wilder had been spinning around my head since the day I first met him and seeing him again like this didn´t make things any easier for me. God forbid when I need to interrogate him.


Originally posted by godshipsit

Pairing: Winchesters x sister!Reader
Word count: 1,737
Request: Anonymous. Can you do I Winchester Sister!Reader where she’s, like, 13/14 and she becomes and Empath and has to deal with her brothers pain on top of her own. (Maybe set when Dean gets back from Purgatory?) Please & Thank You Xxx

Ever since you were little, you were always a bit more attuned to your brothers feelings. It was normal to you, so you never thought you were any different. You were the most caring and sensitive out of the Winchesters, and part of John loved that about you- that you still held onto that despite their life. However, he feared it would get you into trouble one day.

Sitting with your back to the headboard, you read the book on your tablet in your lap, in your own little world. Knowing there was no way to lug around as many books as you could go through, Sam saved up and surprised you with it for your birthday two months before. You’d hugged him tighter than he thought possible for your young body, making him chuckle.

It was just you and Sam now, as Dean was off in purgatory. You missed your older brother, but there wasn’t anything you could do. At least not as a 14 year old girl who was more into books and fantasy than actually hunting.

Sam had been extra quiet lately, and you’d stopped in a town on your way to the cabin. He had kissed your forehead and said he wanted some fresh air. You didn’t mind. Getting alone time was nice. It left you feeling a bit more recharged, and gave you a chance to read.

You knew that Sam was avoiding talking about her- Amelia. She had been really nice, and you’d liked her. It was refreshing to be able to talk to a woman about things, as opposed to awkwardly talking to Sam about it. One night he shook you awake and the two of you left, and you could feel the pit in your stomach.

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Profiler, profiled.

Derek Morgan x Reader

Takes place during and after season 2 episode 12, named after it as well. (if you haven’t seen it before you’ll be confused, so please watch it.) beginning of this is all about the episode, but if you don’t want to read that you can start at the first page break. just make sure u understand what happens in the episode. this was anonymously requested.

In which Derek reveals his past to his team and his girlfriend, and she wants to help but doesn’t know what else to do besides be there for him.

warning! mentions of sexual assault. please read at your own discretion.

Originally posted by savetti

“He’s been what?” you asked in disbelief, staring at Hotch with a blank expression on your face at the news he’d just told you. Morgan had been arrested?

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Bad Apple

Pairing: ReaderXReid

Prompt: You get more than you bargained for when you have to deal with a sexist cop only to have Spencer defend you.

Warnings: sexist comments, like realllllllyyyyy sexist comments, swearing, angry Spencer Reid

A/N: the things the police officer says does not represent my personal opinions at all

“You have to be kidding me.” you heard an unfamiliar voice speak from behind you as you worked to empty the file boxes of all their papers. 

You had just gotten to the small city that had recently been hit by a string of murders and you and Reid had been ordered to go to the police department and begin setting everything up while the rest of the team hit up the most recent crime scene. Spencer had just left to get coffee for the two of you so you were well aware the voice didn’t belong to him. You turned in your spot and looked to see a policeman standing in the doorway, a look of utter annoyance on his face.

“Oh I’m sorry, is this your desk? I can move.” you apologized, glancing down at the now paper covered desk.

“No, it’s fine.” the man responded, rubbing his forehead before entering the room completely. “I just didn’t expect that when they said I would be dealing with the BAU they meant someone like.” he sighed.

“What is someone like me?” you asked, unsure wither or not to be offended yet. Perhaps this was some pathetic pick-up line that you had heard millions of times before, or maybe it was him commenting on your age seeing as how you were fairly young to be in the FBI let alone the BAU.

“A woman.” the man muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as if your presence was giving him a headache. You just looked at him, your mouth open and your brow furrowed, wondering if you had misheard the words that had just come out of his mouth. 

“Excuse me?” you questioned again, looking for him to say a different word from what you thought he had said.

“A woman.” he repeated, looking up at you. “Do I need to say it slower or something?” he asked. You let out a small scoff, half expecting him to start laughing and saying that you had been punked. However he continued to look at you with genuine concern on his face as if he was worried you still didn’t understand.

“And what’s the issue with me being a woman?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I mean there’s no issue with you being a woman, just women don’t belong in the FBI.” he stated as if his opinion were fact. “I really don’t even understand how a woman gets into the FBI.” he continued, now crossing his own arms over his chest.

“We go through ROTC training and graduate from the academy just like everyone else.” you stated back. You were all for everyone having their own opinions but this was beginning to get on your nerves. 

“Who do you have to blow to graduate from the academy?” the man snorted, causing your jaw to clench and your fist to ball up, anger flooding your body with each chuckle that came from his lips.

“Does your wife know you think this about women?” you asked, attempting to calm yourself and attack him with words rather than with actual fists.

“I’m not married.” he responded.

“Well jee I wonder why.” you snapped back only to have the man raise his arms up in the air, shrugging his shoulders and stepping back slightly.

“Damn, if I had known it was that time of the month I wouldn’t have even walked in here.” he chuckled. 

“Excuse me but what did you just say to her?” the all too familiar voice of Spencer spoke before you were able to snap back at the man. You turned to see Spencer standing in the doorway, a cup of coffee in both his hands.

“I just said that if I had known she was on the rag I wouldn’t have walked in here.” the man restated while Spencer walked into the room and put the coffee down on an empty desk before stepping forward so he was feet away from the man. “Listen, I don’t want any trouble.” the man laughed as if Spencer was an old friend of his. “I was just asking her how the hell a woman made it into the FBI and then she just went off on me.”

Originally posted by toyboxboy

“She got into the FBI because she is not only an extremely intelligent person but also an extremely capable person physically.” Spencer answered, his voice laced with annoyance. “The other woman on our team are the same way, I would even go as far to say they outsmart the men on our team.”

“Oh, I get it now.” the man spoke, raising his finger as if he had just made some big discovery. “You’re the one she fucked to get a spot on the BAU.”

You felt your finger nails dig into your palms as you tried to restrain yourself from punching the man in the face. 

“(Y/N) didn’t fuck anyone to get to where she is today. She graduated from an elite college unlike you and took ROTC courses whilst getting her graduates degree in college. She completed the academy top of her class and then applied to become part of the BAU. Her application was accepted right away because of how amazing everything about her was. That’s how she got here, not by fucking anyone.” Spencer snapped out. You watched as his face turned a light red from the anger rushing through his body. “And if you really want to spend so much of your energy attacking her for being ten times more successful and likable than you than by all means go for it but realize that by opening your mouth and insulting her and what she’s accomplished you also insult me and the rest of the team and although she’s restraining herself from breaking your nose right now I can’t say that the rest of the team will.”

The man stood in silence watching as Spencer caught his breath, his body finally cooling down off of the intense anger it had felt only moments before.

“Now get out of my sight.” he spoke once he had his breath back, the man blinking before dropping his head slightly and walking out of the door, leaving just you and Spencer in silence in the room. You looked at him for a moment before a small smile came to your face.

“Thank you.” you said in a small whisper, not wanting the man to even hear your voice anymore. 

“I know you don’t need me to defend you but I just can’t listen to ignorance like that insulting the person I lo-” he cut himself off almost immediately.

However you didn’t catch his slight slip up as you just smiled again and walked past him, grabbing the two coffee’s from the desk and returning back to Spencer’s side, handing him one of the cups before taking a sip out of your own.


“What happened?” Sam asked the sheriff.

“Caught her trespassing at the crime scene,” he said. “You said to call you if anything ‘weird’ showed up. Well, she had this on her.” He held up an EMF meter.

“Hmm,” Sam said, concealing his surprise. Whoever they had caught was either an amateur ghost hunter or on the job… “Did you ask what it is?”

“We tried,” the sheriff said. “But the only thing we’ve been able to get out of her is ‘bite me.’” Sam had to bite his cheek to stop himself from laughing. 

“I’ll talk to her,” he said. The sheriff led him to the interrogation room and Sam followed him in. 

He was glad the deputy and sheriff both had their backs to him because he was positive his expression had just been a mixture of surprise and amusement that he would not have been able to conceal. You hadn’t looked up when he entered and were staring, clearly pissed off, down at the table top. You were handcuffed to the chair you were in.

“Well, you better start talkin’,” the sheriff said. “This here just got federal. Agent White here is with the FBI.”

Your eyes shot up and you were struck with a dumbfounded expression for a split second before you recovered and arranged your face into one of vague dislike. 

Sam crossed his arms and stared down at you, letting the silence stretch for a long moment. “I’ll take it from here. Thanks,” he said, nodding at the sheriff. 

The sheriff gave him a nod of understanding and motioned for the deputy to follow him out. As soon as the door closed behind them, Sam’s face cracked into a smile and he rocked on his feet. “Well… this is a surprise,” he said.

You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows. “You gonna help me out here?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” he said, his smile growing. “I haven’t decided yet,” he teased.


“What are you doing here?” he asked with a laugh.

You raised a hand to tug at the handcuffs. “What’s it look like?”

“Yeeeeah. You got caught. I thought you ‘never got caught’,” he said, quoting some of your own words from not so long ago back to you.

You gave him a sassy look. “Well, are you going to help me out of here or not?” you asked again.

He sat down on the table near you. “I don’t know,” he said thoughtfully. “What’s in it for me?” He gave you a smile that left you feeling a little flushed but you smirked back at him and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sure we could figure something out. Assuming being my hero isn’t enough for you,” you flirted back.

Sam laughed. “Alright, you had me from the moment I walked in here,” he admitted, and he produced some handcuff keys.

Night Falls: Chapter 19

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 4,882


A/N: Warning: Drama ahead.

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You’re gnawing on your nail and your knee is incessantly bouncing. A bagel sits uneaten in front of you along with several books and magazines that have gone unread. They were brought in shortly after you were, to hold you over while you waited. That was over two hours ago, and you hadn’t seen anyone since.

You had tried to keep busy by studying the pictures and posters that littered Bobby’s pack rat of an office, but you were so on edge that your eyes couldn’t concentrate for more than a minute. You even tried pacing back and forth to exhaust yourself, but you only made your legs tired and had to ball up your energy into the squeaky pleather seat that started it all for you. 

And it didn’t bother you that you were stuck in their office alone, it was you still had no idea what was going on, or what the game plan was. And you got it; you weren’t FBI, but who the hell were you going to tell? You just needed to know for your own peace of mind.

The clock on Bobby’s wall reads 12:03 when the door finally opens. You immediately jump from your seat as Cas and Bobby walk in. You frown, noticing Dean is still missing. 

“Where’s Dean?” You turn in your spot as Bobby walks around his desk and takes a seat.

Bobby motions for your chair and you sit down, Cas in the chair besides you.

“Dean has been relieved for the day.” Bobby speaks slow and clear as he folds his hands on his desk. You glance at Cas, who is looking down, before turning your attention back to Bobby.

“Why?” Your brows furrow. He was still your agent, wasn’t he?

“Y/N,” Bobby shifts in his chair. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but Dean has a personal connection to this case.”

“Yeah,” you look behind Bobby fo a moment before finding his gaze again. “Zazel killed his mother when he was seven.” You say without hesitation. Bobby and Cas pointedly share a look. 

“What?” You glance between the two of them.

Bobby shifts in his seat again, flinging one arm over the back of his chair as he leans back.

“Wasn’t aware he told you,” Bobby grumbles with a slight shake of his head. “But to answer your question, I think it would be best for him to not be involved in the investigation.”

Investigation. Not case.

“Okay,” you shake your head. “And what about my case?” You lean forward in your chair. “What happens now that the guy you were protecting me from is dead?” You say without hesitancy as you look between the two men.

“Well,” Bobby glances to Cas. “We’ve discussed this internally–and with Ellen–and we feel that with Zazel dead, a threat to your safety is no longer imminent.” Your brows scrunch.

“Meaning….” You lead unsurely.

“Meaning,” Bobby straightens up in his chair. “You can return home and carry back on with your life.” Bobby offers with a small smile. 

The air leaves your lungs as you fall back into your seat.

It was over. It was finally over. You could go home. You could return to your life.

“I can go home?” You ask for reassurance, not fully believing it.

“You can.” Bobby nods with a smile and you can’t help one from spreading on your own face.

“We’ll keep two agents stationed at your apartment–just as a precaution–” Bobby holds up his hands as your eyes go wide. “But you’re free to return back to your normal life.

You take a deep breath and nod.

It was finally over.

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Prompt: Imagine being Garcia’s sister and meeting Spencer after all these years of hearing about him to help on a case, but your reaction surprises both of you

Warnings: idk, maybe language. If you watch Criminal minds, think of that sort of stuff

Word Count: 4664

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You’d been out of graduate school for about four years now, with quite a bit of experience as a forensic psychologist. However, that didn’t stop any of the surprise when SSA Hotchner called you yesterday to ask if you wanted to assist a case.

“Dr. Garcia, I know you’d be a valuable asset for our team on this. This is your area of expertise, correct?”

“Yes, sir. But I’m not sure I have the correct skill level that your team does,” you had answered as you gathered ingredients for your dinner.

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I Love You

A/N: @baerrylll gave me my first prompt request and I hope it’s deemed well! It came easier to me than I thought. Y’all were quick with the requests which is MAGICAL. The other ones will be up shortly! It completely obliterated my indents so bare with that. This is unbeta’d (THANK YOU GRAMMARLY!!) 

Prompts #11 -His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. “You have no idea who I am, do you?” and #27- You love her don’t you?” “Is it that obvious?”

   When Spencer called, two and a half weeks after meeting you, signs weren’t exactly pointing towards a date. Sure, you guys hit it off when you were introduced but then it was radio silence. You weren’t totally offended but it also wasn’t the best feeling. He was cute and sweet and the conversation was wholly different from anything else you’ve ever experienced.

   Maybe that was it? Maybe the conversation wasn’t fulfilling to him. You knew right off the bat that he was a force to be reckoned with, intellectually. He could have spent the entire group dinner talking about theories and psychologists but when you spoke? His eyes never left you.  Maybe it wasn’t the conversation.

   Maybe it was the job difference. Your best friend Rachel had mentioned something about her favorite cousin being a federal agent, FBI you later deduced, and you were not. You were a DSS and proud of it.  You weren’t out there chasing bad guys or investigating murders, but your work was hard and fulfilling. You couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

   When the first date turned into a second date, which turned quickly into a third and a fourth and half of a fifth (weather, man.), you came to the conclusion that this could be it. He could be it, The One. At least you had hoped. It took some work but you got along with his team and you knew better than to ask about case specifics. He, in turn, knew better than to ask about your residents. He understood HIPAA and the other laws that permitted you to discuss the finer details about your exact work life.

   Formal dates turned into casual get-togethers with his team, or your friends/ co-workers, or just the two of you. You both were at your happiest when sweats and movies were involved. Although, when he would read his favorite poetry to you it was pretty incredible. Likewise for when you would convince him to do some volunteer work at the local cat shelter. The way he looked at you, you just knew.

   The home you worked for prided itself on being someplace safe for not only it’s residents but also it’s co-workers, after all, everyone was family. So when it came time for a “family party” (monthly staff meeting that involved you getting your paycheck a few days early) it wasn’t a complete surprise when the conversation turned itself on you. Everyone was still arriving when Cassie, she was 7 months your work senior, sat next to you on the living room sofa with a mug of s’more flavored coffee. She looked a little tired but that’s what happened when you worked full-time, went to school, and had a 3-year-old.

   “Heard you had a date last night. What’s that make your total this month? 4?” She asked as she ran her hand through her short chocolate hair as she got comfortable.

   You faintly blushed and gave a soft smile. “Yeah. Something like that.”

   Melanie, Cassie’s best friend, and fellow 3rd-shifter sat on the sofa, putting Cassie in the middle. “Ooh. Do tell. Where did you guys go this time? Or did you stay in? Hmmm?”

   You giggled at your friend’s shenanigans. “No, we went out. His co-workers had told him about this hibachi and he wanted to try it out. So we did. It wasn’t planned. We just really wanted sushi and steak.”

   “Look at you guys going on random dates. Going somewhere just because. It’s like Y'all are married or something.” Cassie sipped from her drink.

   “Almost.” Melanie winked.

   The conversation died down, and the meeting started, but your mind had a hard time straying from what the girls had said, insinuated. You hadn’t even told him you loved him yet, but you couldn’t figure out why. What was stopping you?

   You made it home safely from the meeting and decided to settle in for a nap. You’d eventually realize why you had a hard time saying things to Spencer that would make him stay absolutely, make your relationship so concrete.

   The dream started like it always did; you were trying to travel somewhere far and you were running late for whatever mode of transportation was going to get you there. It changed, then. Taking the Megabus to the train station turned into taking an unidentifiable convoy to an unidentifiable place. Fear started to settle in you, and for good reason. All of a sudden you couldn’t recognize who was in the vehicle with you, or the passing outside. It was farmland but that quickly turned into a bridge being surrounded by water and that’s when it kicked in. That’s when your aquaphobia made itself known. You weren’t even touching the water and it had already begun to feel Ike the air was leaving your lungs.

   “Where are we going?” You managed to squeak out.

   No one responded. No one turned their heads to look at you. Lemmings, you thought.

   “Can anyone hear me?”

   Someone sitting behind the driver, a man, began to turn his head around. It moved so slowly, at some point you were concerned about how far he’d turn it. What was he, an owl?

   The two of you made eye contact but he didn’t blink, didn’t talk. It was almost like he wasn’t even breathing. But his eyes never left yours. They almost had a familiar feel to them, but eerie. The way he wasn’t blinking definitely wasn’t helping.  

   Then he stood up.

   The man turned so he was still within his seat space but his whole body was facing you, You couldn’t quite see his clothes or all the features on is face but you could make out the eyes and the emotion they held.

   No, They didn’t hold emotion. Nothing in him held emotion, of this you could tell. You could sense overwhelming dread as he made his way to the aisle of the bus you were still on, that was still going down the road. He was coming right for you but you couldn’t move, couldn’t get up, not that you had anywhere you could go anyway. He stopped right in front of your seat.

   You swallowed and tried to move towards the window but he grabbed your wrist and held it tight. Oh yeah, you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. It didn’t help that he had a tight grip, maybe even cutting off your circulation. You still couldn’t look away.

   His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at you. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

   You inhaled sharply and his grip somehow increased. But that’s when you saw it.

   This is it, you thought. This is where I leave Spencer, and I’ll never be able to see or talk or touch him again. No! He doesn’t even know I love him!

   “Let me go!” You yelled and squirmed, but his hand wouldn’t release you. “I have to tell Spencer! I won’t be like you! I need to tell him!”

   You took a sharp and haggard breath as you sat up. You were in your bed, under your own sheets. After grasping reality, you ran your hands over your face and counted backward from 10. Numbers helped, sometimes. Numbers and food.

   Your stomach growling led you to swing your legs over the side of the bed and out of the bedroom. Before you made it ten steps, you could hear his voice coming from the kitchen talking to someone else. When you didn’t hear anyone else, you deduced that Spencer was on the phone. You decided to eavesdrop, give your heart some more time to let up on the hammering.

   “I’m sure, Morgan.” A brief pause as you heard him clinking around in the cupboards.

   “Yeah, she was upstairs taking a nap when I got in. I figured a quick cup of coffee would suffice and a sticky note. I probably won’t even wake her.” Water running, most likely into the coffee pot to fill the filter.

   A shattering of glass was heard before you heard your boyfriend briefly swear. “And that was my favorite mug. Darn it.”

   “You breaking her things, man?” Derek’s voice could be heard, he must have put his phone on speaker to clean up the mess.

   “It was an accident. I loved this mug. The coffee never got cold, like magic.”

   “If you believed in magic. What’s the total damage, anyway? You basically live there. It could be considered your mug.”

   Spencer sighed. “Yeah that sounds good on paper, but it’s not my property. It’s hers. I like to respect it as I respect her.”

   “By dropping it on the linoleum?” The other man chuckled.

   “It was an accident. Besides…I’d never want to drop Leah or hurt her.” Then Spencer gave an almost whisper. “She’s everything to me.”

 “You really love her, don’t you?”

  “Is it that obvious?” A smack could be heard. “Don’t answer that. I know it is. I want it to be. I-I want…”

   “What, Reid? What do you want?”

   “I want- I want to be able to tell her that.”

   “You haven’t!? She doesn’t know? You mean to tell me that you’ve been seeing each other for almost half a year and you’re basically living in her house, and you haven’t even said ‘I love you’ yet!?”

   “Aw, Derek. I didn’t know you felt that way.”


   “I know I’m sorry! I-I just… I don’t… I…” He took a deep breath. “I know it’s unlikely but she hasn’t said it either so there’s always a chance that she doesn’t feel the same way. I don’t want the thought that all of this has been for nothing. If I say it and it’s not reciprocated then…then it’ll destroy me.”

   “Listen to me when I tell you that you have nothing to be worried about. Y/N loves you just as much as you love her. There’s nothing to fear there, man. Just say it.”

   Taking the matter into your own hands, you walk around the wall separating the hallway and the kitchen. You walk up to your unsuspecting boyfriend and grab his face, pushing your lips against his.

   “I love you, Spencer. Always.”

   He didn’t dare do anything besides blink and if your heart weren’t still hammering from the dream and everything that followed you would have giggled at his dumbfound expression.

   “Well, that’s my cue. Thank God.” Derek said his goodbyes and then hung up.

   Your eyes never left Spencer, and his eyes never left you.

   “I love you, too.” At that, he grabbed your waist and pulled your lips back on to his.

I Need You Here

Words: 1,090

Prompt: Reid and Reader broke up for and they used to live together. One night reader is upset about something as she heads home and accidentally drives to Reid’s place instead of her own new place.

“Ugh,” Y/N grunted as she got in her car. It was supposed to be a girl’s night out, not Penelope and Emily’s third attempt of setting you up on another hopeless blind date. They didn’t understand that when you said you didn’t need anyone one right now you really meant that you didn’t need anyone.

Driving down the highway on your way home you call the only person that you can think of to lift your spirits, Morgan. “Hey pretty girl how was your date?” he said snickering. “You were in on it too? Morgan you of all people should know that with everything that has been happening the past couple of months that it is really only making me more stressed.” you said sighing.

Two months ago your mother had passed away from cancer. Being so close to her your entire life, as she raised you by herself when your father left you both early on, you really were struggling with the loss. It started to effect everything in your life. Hotch had ordered that you take a few weeks off to clear your mind. In the process Spencer and you had also broken up. You guys had been dating for two years but at the same time your mom died his mom was denied and then later admitted into research programs. You both were fragile and were taking your frustrations out on each other. The best solution was to just end things to save the professional relationship that you still needed to have. Amongst all of the chaos you were being set up with men who thought that you were too petite to be doing anything as dangerous as working for the FBI.

“Hey L/N I’m sorry pretty girl, for real. You just need some sleep, you looked a little rough this morning,” his sincerity going to sarcasm in all of ten seconds. “Morgan I called you for help and this isn’t helping,” laughing as you pulled into your apartment complex.

Morgan was your best friend you went to him for everything, he was like the brother that you never had in your life. He had really been keeping you going especially the past few sleepless weeks.

“And you know damn well why I haven’t been sleeping so don’t even go there, not tonight.” your happiness leaving you. “Come on L/N just go and talk to him and maybe you both can get a good nights sleep for once.”

Truth be told you both missed each other. You found yourself picking up your phone multiple times after work contemplating trying to make a mends and move past whatever had happened to your once budding relationship full of walks in the park and cuddles after hard cases. Most of all you missed his scent. It was starting to vanish from your pillow and the CalTech sweatshirt that you had slipped into your bag while packing your things up from your shared apartment.

“You know that I can’t do that. We have hardly talked together in the past six weeks and that includes at work and on cases. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore. I still love him so much. The only time I ever get any sleep is when I’m sleeping in his sweatshirt because it smells like him, but it’s starting to wear off,” you said tearing up and unlocking the door to your apartment only to be greeted by the man you had been talking about moments before pointing a gun at you.

“Y/N?” Spencer said lowering his gun. “Morgan I have to go,” you said setting down your phone.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned.

“Oh sorry I just had a rough night and was talking to Morgan and must’ve driven here by accident…I..I should go. I’m sorry for causing you trouble.” You scurried back to the front door, mentally cursing yourself for never giving Spencer back the key to your shared apartment, only to be cut off by Spencer’s long arms reach out for you first.

“Y/N you can stay you know that right? Just because we aren’t together doesn’t mean we can’t talk.” he said sincerely worried about you and your mental state.

“Ha! Really?” you laughing, Spencer looking very confused at your hostile tone. “Come on Spencer you can’t even look or talk to me when we are at work and now all of a sudden you are pleading for me to stay?” you say dumbfounded looking at Spencer who you notice also looks like he hasn’t slept for days.

“Sorry for asking you’re the one that drove here in the first place. I’m just trying to be nice but go ahead and leave,” He said turning around to go to your old shared bedroom to put away his gun.

“Spence wait,” you plead. Thankfully he turns around with his puppy dog eyes finding your teary, tired ones. “I miss you. Dammit I’m surprised that I can function at work. I miss you so bad I can’t sleep, I can hardly eat. I miss when you would take up the entire couch and I would come and sit on you. I miss you saying that you would help me with dinner only for you to give me a lesson about the origins of our dinner. I miss waking up to you. I miss you Spence,” you say catching Spencer off guard as you run straight into his arms. His hesitates but he wraps his long arms around you.

He missed you too more than he can even express right now. For now he just presses his lips against your head taking in your scent. The scent that even an eidetic memory couldn’t memorize in all of its coconut scented glory. “I missed you too,” it’s all he can choke out as he starts to cry too, but it is just enough.

“Y/N?” he pulls away just enough so you both can get a good look at each other.

“Yeah Spence?”

“Can you stay the night. I haven’t slept in weeks,” his puppy dog eyes making their second appearance of the night.

“Under one condition,” you smirk looking up to the light of your life. “You let me sleep in one of your shirt.”

“We can make that happen,” he smiles pulling you back to him, knowing that you both need to talk more in the morning but for now it can wait, for now you just need to hold each other.

Take Care of You

Word Count: 1200ish

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut at the end. Friends with benefits situation.

Summary: After a successful hunt, the reader and Sam discuss a friends with benefits situation.

A/N: Thank you to my lovely pals @melonshino and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for always reading my crap and dealing with my current Sam crisis… :) I’m thinking more parts to this if it gets a good reaction…? :-)

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“Here’s to a case well done, boys” you raised your bottle of beer into the air to toast yet another case closed. Sam and Dean raised up their beers to clink against yours before taking a drink.

A vengeful spirit was terrorizing a town and after a complicated salt and burn, you finally got rid of it. Of course the best way for you all to celebrate was at the local bar.

You had been a hunter for your whole life. Your father was a hunter and his father was a hunter - you were destined for the life. But you enjoyed the life. You felt as if it gave you purpose.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to run into Sam and Dean from time to time. Sometimes you would call them up, but other times you would just run into them when you were working the same case. In this instance, you ran into them when you were both acting as FBI agents. It seemed that you were one of the few hunters that they really trusted.

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You were the new member of the famous BAU team. It had come a shock to you when two agents had knocked on your college dorm room door and requested your attendance at an FBI training day. As it turned out it was basically a job interview, apparently word had gotten sound about your…abilities and now you’d been recommended for your dream career. The agents had introduced themselves as Jennifer Jureau and David Rossi, they didn’t need to, you already knew who they were, you’d attended most of their lectures in DC for the past two years. You had gone with them obviously, and now here you were two weeks later calling them your colleagues!

You’d settled in well, it felt like they’d all excepted you into their tight knit family. Well, almost all of them had. It seemed like Dr Spencer Reid had some sort of problem with you, the only time you’d ever speak was the odd sentence here or there about a case. You tried not to let it bother you too much, although you couldn’t help feeling a little anxious about it. People usually didn’t warm up to you straight away, but that usually came with what you did.

For two years, while you’d been studying at Oxford in England, you’d been an undercover agent working for MI6. That was obviously no secret now to your new team, the fact that you had been the youngest agent in 30 years was just the icing on the cake. No wonder Reid despised you.


“…and as soon as I got him into custody I just knew he was guilty, no doubt about it I- are you okay? You seem a little distracted…”

It wasn’t like Luke to chatter on and on, and most of his stories were very interesting, it was just that Dr Reid had entered the room, took one glance at you and left.

“Oh, um sorry no I’m fine, what were you saying?” You felt your cheeks redden, you didn’t want to be rude.

“He doesn’t hate you, I know that what you’re thinking but that’s not it. Look I’ve got some paper work to get through, I better get to it.”

You gave yourself two minutes of self pity and then followed Luke out of the shared common room, just as you did you spotted Garcia speed walking with a pile of iPads in her arms.

“Cat, we have a case I’ll grab the other and meet you in the brief room.”

You nodded, something about the look on her face made you think that it would be a bad one.


You were right the case was harrowing, three women all in their 50s had been murdered and hidden in their own basements, all of them had children. That was the worst part, having to talk to the victims family, to see their grieving faces searching for answers.

You stood now in a small room in the Laramie police station, looking at the three victims profiles trying to find some connection when the resident genius strides in.

“Prentiss wants us to go check out a location that the unsub might possibly be using to hold his victims.” He spoke coldly, not showing any sign of emotion.


You turned to grab your coat and scarf.

“Do you want to drive or shall I? Because I really don’t mind, although I’m still not very used to American road systems and-”

When you turned back around you realised you’d been talking to yourself and Reid was gone.


He was sitting in the car waiting for you, this time looking agitated.

“Jeez what were you doing in there? Reciting the bible? We’re on a bit of a clock here.”

You’d only managed to open the car door and he was already angry with you. Concentrating in not slipping in the snow you climbed into the car, trying your best to ignore him. Maybe it was cold that was making him grouchy.

It seemed like forever before you’d reached the lonely barn, the snow was thicker up here. You regretted not bringing a hat. As you exited the car you felt your feet sink down through at least six inches of coldness.

“I’ll take the front you go around the back.” Spencer called, reaching for the gun on his hip.

You did what he said and took out your own, trying to be as quick and steady as you could despite the weather. Little white clouds began to fall, dotting your hair with speckles, you silently hoped it would stay light.

As you reached around the back of the barn, gun gripped tightly, you didn’t feel as nervous as you thought you would. You’d been out in the field countless times but not exactly like this, usually you were in disguise and not so openly an agent. It seemed clear from the outside and you couldn’t see any footprints in the snow, so you pushed open the rickety old wood door. It was dark inside, despite the slivers of light that streamed through the cracks. You called out that you were FBI but there came no answer, you could feel the emptiness if the place, you were alone.

But not for long.

Two seconds later Reid barged through the front entrance of the barn.


“Relax it’s empty.”

He lowered his gun but didn’t seem at ease.

“Have you checked?”

“Yes, well kind of.”

Even in the pitch black you could sense his eyes rolling.

You could hear him shuffling around, kicking the odd barrel or sac. Using the torch you’d brought in you pocket you also hunted around for anything interesting.

Unfortunately there wasn’t.

“Anything?” You asked, knowing that hat the answer would be.

“No, no sign that anyone’s been in here for a while.” He sighed.

He seemed tired.

“I’d say, it smells god awful in here.” You joked trying to lighten the mood.

Despite yourself, you really wanted the doctor to like you. So it was a good sign when you heard him chuckle quietly.

“Shall we go back then? Tell the others it’s a false lead? I’m freezing.”

It wasn’t a lie, your toes felt as though they were ready to drop off.

He agreed and the two of you made your way to the door. As you were checking your phone for any signal you heard Reid take in a huge gulp of air. You looked up and realised why.

You were both snowed in.