Take The Long Way Home
Author: sidewinder | Artist: caught-a-dragonfly (Sarah)
Posting on Monday April 15
Two months ago, the world didn’t end.
But for Dean Winchester, who fully expected to sacrifice not just his life but his very soul in order to stop Amara? The celebration has been clouded by the disappearance of his best friend, Cas—the friend he’d started to realize meant more to him than he’d been willing to accept until now.
The last anyone’s seen of Castiel was when he was banished from the bunker by Toni Bevell. The Brits swear they don’t have him. Neither Heaven nor Hell claim to know of his whereabouts. All of Dean’s calls, texts and prayers to the angel have gone unanswered, and Dean can’t help but worry that a "Winchester win" has once again come at a terrible price.
One day hope finally arrives in a lead from an unexpected if not always trustworthy ally. However finding Cas might end up being only the first step in saving him—not simply from the forces holding him captive, but from the prison of his own mind.
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
As Dean approached the galley, he saw the light on there already, meaning he wasn’t the only early bird up and about today. His mood brightened with a momentary spark of hope—Cas rarely slept, and when he was around the bunker, he usually enjoyed hanging around in the kitchen to read or watch cat videos and shit all night on one of their laptops. But Dean’s bubble of hope burst when he saw it was just his brother, sitting there in his sweatpants and a ratty old t-shirt, chugging a disgusting-looking green smoothie. Sam was no doubt ready to head out on his morning self-imposed torture session—that is, a five-mile run looping around the bunker to Lebanon and back.
Kid seriously had to be the devil’s vessel if he found that kind of physical torment enjoyable.
“Hey,” Dean grunted at his brother.
Sam looked up from his laptop at Dean and nodded. “Hey. You’re up early.”
“You too. Couldn’t sleep?”
“Rarely do.”
Yeah, that was something they had in common. “Anything up?” Dean asked on his way to fill the coffeepot with water.
“Not really. Just restless, I guess. I found a case, maybe. Not that I was looking for one,” Sam added quickly. “But while I was searching for any signs of Cas, or Lucifer, I came across a news story about some strange deaths in Wichita. It’s not far from here, and—”
“If you wanna go hunt whatever it is, go for it,” Dean cut him off. “Take mom. I know she’s itching to get out of here and do somethin’ other than stare at our ugly mugs all day.”
“Dean—”
“No, Sam. I mean it. Until I know where Cas is, I just can’t. My head’s not in the game.” A distracted hunter was a dead hunter. That was the rule their father had drilled into them as soon as they each could carry a weapon, and learn about the things that went bump in the night being real. A week ago, Dean had let Sam talk him into going on a “milk run” hunt to clear out a small vampire nest near Toledo and he’d nearly lost his neck thanks to not fully concentrating on the job at hand.
“Okay, I get it.”
“Do you?” Dean snapped. “Cas has been missing for two months, Sam! We have no idea where he is, if he even—”
Dean cut himself off. He couldn’t say it. Not out loud.
If he even survived.
(continue reading on Ao3 on Monday April 15)
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Children of the Dark: Part Two
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.1k
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Author’s Note: So sorry I keep forgetting to post. I’ve been so busy at work, I try to keep up with the schedule I’ve outlined. I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated
You, Emily, and JJ enter the hospital since you thought it was a good idea to bring the women along. The survivor, Carrie, might open up if there are all women around. Men attacked her, so you want to do everything you can to make her feel comfortable.
"She's lucky to be alive," her doctor says. "The injection went into the soft tissue of the arm and missed the vein."
"That's a first. This guy doesn't miss."
"We have to think about the possibility that he didn't miss."
"Like I said, she's lucky."
"Is she awake?"
"She's in and out. Keep in mind she's suffering the effects of an acute barbiturate overdose. She's drowsy and confused."
"Can we see her?"
"Sure."
The doctor takes you to her room where Carrie is. She has an empty look on her face, but when she sees you three, she tries to look more lively. She may not remember what happened fully, but she looks like a strong girl.
"Hi Carrie. My name is Y/N, and they are Emily and JJ. Do you mind if we talk to you about what happened?"
All she does is shake her head. You take a seat at the edge of her bed, but you don't touch her.
"Just tell us whatever you can. Anything that you can think of."
"I went to get a bag... but when I got back, there were two of them."
"What did the other one look like?"
"Heavier... Hispanic... Quiet. He never looked straight ahead."
"What do you mean?"
"Like, a few times, I felt him staring at me. When I looked up, he always looked away."
"He was avoiding eye contact," you say to your coworkers.
"Then my dad came in from the study, and they jumped him. They made Danny call for my mom, and they tied them up. Then one of them went over, got the thing from the fireplace, he started hitting them with it. And they made us watch."
She is starting to get emotional about this, which is understandable.
"Okay, you know what? We can take a break," JJ says, but Carrie stops her immediately.
"No. You need this, right?" Like you said earlier, she is a strong girl. "After a while, the quiet one took Danny away, and the other one just started going through drawers, looking for stuff. I ran."
She explains that the quiet one took a family picture of her when she was younger right before she left. She didn't want to leave her brother, but she was going to die if she stayed there. She is going to have survivor's guilt, and that is something you wish you could prevent her from feeling.
Carrie isn't up for many questions after that, but luckily, you got enough to paint a vivid picture. You head back to the station to see what the other half of the team found out. Hotch, Derek, and Spencer went to talk to the witnesses, and you're eager to hear what they have to say.
"A witness says these unsubs are using cats. We should find out where they might be getting them," Hotch says.
"There's plenty of strays out there. Nobody would notice if a few went missing," Derek shrugs. "Or they could work someplace where they had access to animals."
"It could overlap with the pentobarbital--research labs and veterinary hospitals," Spencer nods.
"I'll get Garcia to make up a list for it."
"Casrrie told us that the unsubs referred to each other as brothers," you say.
"It's not uncommon for duos to be related. The Hillside Stranglers were cousins. The Carr brothers perpetrated the Wichita massacre."
"Yeah, but these two are of different races, and Carrie said the hispanic one did not speak Spanish, which makes me think that he was raised in a white household. Maybe they're half brothers."
"What if they're adopted? Family destruction plays a role in the crimes. It could be a reflection of their own broken home," Spencer asks.
"Could be in a foster home," you shrug.
"This guy expressed affection for Carrie. We know he took her photograph. We could use that. If we release news of her survival, it might draw him out." Emily scrunches her face up, and Hotch notices that. "Not comfortable with that?"
"Not so much uncomfortable but worried. I'd be more comfortable if we doubled her security."
"Go back to the hospital and see to it."
Only Emily and JJ go to the hospital this time while you hang back at the station. You and Spencer are inside the conference room while he is putting up the new evidence on the bulletin board.
"How are you doing in the hotel?" Spencer asks.
"I miss my bed," you chuckle. "I didn't really stay in hotels ground up since my family owned a farm with plenty of room, but I never really liked hotels. They're too organized and perfect. I've been staying there for a couple of weeks now, and I can already tell they want me out. My landlord voided the rest of my lease. I'm just glad I worked out a deal with work that they'll take something out of every paycheck to help pay for the hotel room."
"I'm sorry that happened. You're always welcome at my place."
"I know, I just don't know when I'll find a new place. I had a good deal on my apartment. All these places are super expensive even for a studio. I'll figure it out."
Spencer has that same look on him as he did back in the briefing room before you left for Denver. You want to question it, but the rest of the team filters in. Emily is back while JJ stays at the hospital. Carrie got cleared, but her entire family was murdered. JJ tried to get in contact with her family in California, but no such luck. Ever since the news aired about a survivor, people have been sending flowers to Carrie's room. Emily noticed that the placement of the flowers were the exact same as in the Ortiz' house when they were murdered.
Emily is talking with Penelope now to see if she can track the flower delivery, even if the lead is dead.
"What did you find out, Reid?" Derek asks.
"This is the Laybourne house where we believe our unsubs graduated from robbery to murder."
"Did you find a trigger?"
"Not until I looked at the daughter's autopsy reports. Check out the bruises on her torso." The bruises on her torso looks like someone had beaten her, but the bruises don't look fresh. They look old, as if someone inside the family was beating her. "She was beaten, but not by the unsubs. The coroner noted those bruises were several days old. It turns out she'd been to the emergency room three times in less than two years. The DS had even been notified."
"So, the Laybournes' were abusing their daughter. Where's this going?" Hotch asks.
"One of the unsubs decimates parental figures, but we know the statistics there. It's... It's likely he was abused himself."
"So, you're saying the unsub recognized the signs of abuse, flew into a rage, and killed the parents?" you ask.
"Anger displacement. He's getting revenge for his own childhood abuse."
"So, you think what, the victims were beating their kids?" Nellis wonders.
"No, the Laybourne case was just the trigger, but now they see all parents the same."
"That doesn't explain the kids."
"Maybe it does," you speak up. "Think of the family annihilators John List and Mark Barton. They thought they were saving their kids by killing them."
"But what is he saving them from?" Nellis wonders.
"Life without their parents, without love, life like his. They're orphans. What if they both grew up in a third-party household? Like a foster home."
"Didn't Carrie describe an aversion to eye contact?" Hotch asks you, and you nod.
"Oppositional Defiant Disorder. Often seen in kids who grew up in foster homes."
"Guys, I think we may have found our girl's secret admirer," Emily says, walking into the room. "The flowers were paid by phone with a credit card under the name Robert Serrano."
You knew from the minute you got to the Serrano house that everyone inside was dead. Their energies spill onto the street, but the thing you notice the most is the presence of the two unsub's energies. The quiet one is kind of scared and unsure about what he does, but the other one is angrier than ever.
You walk into the house feeling sad because of what happened, but also enraged that these monsters struck again.
"The flowers weren't the only thing they bought on that stolen credit card. Thirty-one dollars worth of gas at a station three blocks from here," Derek reads from the credit card statements.
"Hey, Paul. See if you can pull the security camera footage from the gas station. ID that car."
"You got it," Paul nods, leaving the group to do what was asked of him.
"The security chain has been broken. They couldn't lie their way in this time," Hotch notices.
"The media blew their MO. Everyone is on alert now that they know what's going on. They're speeding up because they feel us getting close."
"This is close?" Nellis asks you.
Your phone rings before you get a chance to answer him, and you see that it's Penelope calling you. You answer it and put her on speakerphone so Nellis can hear.
"What's up, Pen?"
"I got a match of felons in the Denver area with foster backgrounds, stressed on assaults and burglaries. I had to cross reference it with offenders having access to small animals and pentobarbital. I got a hit of nine names, and I just sent them over."
"Now we're close," you say to Nellis after hanging up.
The only way you're going to narrow the nine names down to the one you're looking for is if Carrie is here to identify them. She is the only one who can do this, even if Emily hates the idea. She's been taking a liking to the young girl, kind of like a mother figure that Carrie lost. You're not sure what will happen if Carrie's family in California doesn't answer, but you have a feeling Emily is going to be the one to step in.
You already dealt with having a child, you don't think you can do it again. You look over at Spencer and smile to yourself. At least... not now.
Instead of bringing everyone in and alarming one half of the killing duo, Hotch printed out the pictures and laid them out so when Carrie looks at them, she can easily point out to the one who did this to her. Nellis got the car's ID from the gas station's CCTV cameras, but only a partial plate was able to be seen. When Carrie came into the police station, she easily pointed out the person who did this to her.
Ervin Robles. Last known address is 39 Hill Street. He is also employed at the Denver City Pound.
Emily and JJ stayed with Carrie at the station while Derek and Spencer went to Robles' house. You and Hotch headed to the City Pound in hopes he's at one of the places. The owner or manager of the pound is in the back cleaning out one of the cages using an industrial power cleaner.
"Excuse me, sir. I'm agent Hotchner with the FBI. This is agent Y/N. We're looking for Ervin Robles."
"Ervin's off till the weekend."
"Do you have any idea where we might find him?"
"You might want to try his apartment."
"Our other agents are there right now. He's not there," you say. "Where do you send his checks?"
"He picks them up. What's this about?"
"We'd just like to talk to him," Hotch says without alarming the older man. "Who can we talk to that actually knows him?"
"Well, nobody, really. He comes in, does his job, and leaves. Real quiet. Efficient, though."
"What does he do here?" you ask.
"His actual title is animal care technician, but he's kind of the on-site Kevorkian."
Ervin is supposed to be taking care of the animals, but instead, he's been euthanizing the animals. It's how he has access to pentobarbital.
"We need you to call him."
The manager does as he's told, but Ervin didn't answer the phone. Instead, he leaves a voicemail for Ervin asking him to come into work. While you wait, you get a message that Derek and Spencer are back from Ervin's place. You and Hotch excuse yourself, heading to the front of the property where the two men are.
"The supervisor left a message for Ervin to come in right away. Work emergency. He also said a man stopped by yesterday, got into a heated argument with Ervin. The description sounded a lot like the one Carrie gave."
"Did he say what Ervin and his partner were fighting about?"
"He couldn't hear it."
"We need a name on this guy," Spencer sighs.
"Well, until we find Ervin, there's only one person that can tell us that."
"The foster mom."
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15 Questions About Me
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1. Are you named after anyone?
Nope. Named after a color/flower combination.
2. When was the last time you cried?
ahahahaha I am always crying. Just full on sobbed a couple of hours ago.
3. Do you have kids?
I do, I have one.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Absolutely, it's necessary for my survival.
5. What sports do you play/have you played?
Bowling is fun.
6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?
Their shoes, and then their eyes.
7. eye color?
Lighter blue with a gold ring around the pupil.
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
Pssh, both, right?
9. Any special talents?
I can do a lot of things, but the question is, do I do any of them well? 🤔
10. Where were you born?
Wichita, Kansas!
11. what are your hobbies
Reading, writing, video games, making jewelry. And talking. I never shut up.
12. Do you have any pets?
I have 2 cats, Emelia and Luna!
13. How tall are you?
5'3"
14. Favourite subject in school?
English/writing, psychology, microbiology.
15. Dream job?
Theatrical make-up artist 💖
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