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blue_bells) wrote2010-03-30 11:47 pm
blue_bells) wrote2010-03-30 11:47 pm
Supernatural += Campbell and Masters, D.A. (Sam/Dean, PG-13, 761w)
» Title: Campbell and Masters, D.A.
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: AU, Character spoilers for Seasons 4 and 5
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Sam/Dean, Meg Masters
» Summary: They were raised separately and meet in court, where Sam’s the lawyer sworn to put Dean away forever.
» A/N: Originally written here for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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comment_fic. I confess I didn't check any of my law facts, subsequent law!fail may lie within.
“—Trespassing on private property, desecration of a grave site, carrying a concealed weapon, carrying an unlicensed weapon, grievous bodily harm and murder.”
Sam stills, hand clenching under his chin. That explains why this case was referred to them.
“Multiple counts on murder?”
Meg Masters, his supervising district attorney, raises her eyebrows at him across the desk.
“Hmm… No. It was just the one murder, actually.”
She spins the thick folder around and there’s no photo, but her finger is on page one of nine on the perp’s charges. That’s no small feat.
“Dean Winchester is a ticking time bomb, but while he’s a simpler menace to society, the boss thinks it’s a good case for you to sink your teeth into,” Meg pushes the file across the desk with a wink, “Freshie.”
Sam pulls a face that tells her just what he thinks of Azazel’s consideration, but he takes the file and flips it back open with a huffed breath.
“So, you want him?” Meg asks like she’s just asked him to confirm his order off the lunch menu.
Sam scans the guy’s known history: dead mother, absent father. Apparently Dean Winchester had been living on and off the streets for most of his life, but had developed a reputation as something of a vigilante with at least seven alter egos across three counties.
“Who did he kill?” Sam asks and flips the page to the details of that case which had brought Dean Winchester to their attention in the first place.
“Son of the Eastlake senator, claimed he was possessed.”
Sam glares at Meg over the folder. “His defence is going to plead insanity.”
Meg smirks, cocking an eyebrow and her dark eyes reflect steel. Sam’s seen that look many times right before a triumphant closer.
“Wait until you see him, no jury will believe an insanity plea. And he’s being represented by that blowfish Novak from Michael’s firm; you’ll tear right through him."
Sam slowly pages through the file. It seems too easy.
"The evidence is damning, Sam, all you have to do is walk in there and deal the sentence," Meg says.
The file shuts in Sam's lap.
“... I’ll take him.”
Two weeks later they’re waiting for the defendant’s arrival in District Judge Zachariah’s court. Sam’s suit is pressed, his hair perfectly coiffed, and he glares at Meg when she sweeps the lock back that always falls across his forehead.
“By the way, Azazel’s told us to go for life on the combined charges.”
Sam startles, but Meg only nods in response to his stare. “Life?”
“The order came down this morning. We can expect the senator leaned on him. He did lose a son.”
The side doors swing open and Sam watches the armed guards lead in a tall man in a deep blue suit.
Dean Winchester is strong, clean-shaven, and shockingly handsome. He has a frame suggesting he should be out hunting in the wild with a shotgun tucked to his shoulder or maybe rolling punches in a boxer's ring. Sam can see that Dean’s dangerous and he’s capable from the way he holds himself, controlled, but taut. There’s real power coiled there.
They lead Dean to his side of the court and his defence, Jimmy Novak, leans in to murmur in his ear. Dean nods and his attention flickers to his prosecution; he visibly double takes and his lips part in surprise.
He’s caught Sam watching and Sam forgets to stop staring, because he’s fascinated by the way Dean’s expression softens in shock at whatever he sees on Sam’s face. In a moment, Sam sees more than a capable murderer, he sees a man with a notion of purpose, despair, mercy… and hope.
Sam has never seen this man before in his life, but he can’t help feeling as though he’s recognised a friend. The thrill in his chest plunges when Meg’s fingers close around his elbow, drawing him back.
Sam tears his eyes away and it’s like a wrench in his chest.
What was that?
He sucks in a deep, quiet breath and glances down one more time at the notes for his opening. He carefully does not look to his left at the defence as everyone takes their seats and Meg brushes his shoulder.
He can hear the smile in her voice and for the first time, it guts him.
“Make me proud, Campbell.”
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: AU, Character spoilers for Seasons 4 and 5
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Sam/Dean, Meg Masters
» Summary: They were raised separately and meet in court, where Sam’s the lawyer sworn to put Dean away forever.
» A/N: Originally written here for
tigriswolf in comment_fic. I confess I didn't check any of my law facts, subsequent law!fail may lie within.“—Trespassing on private property, desecration of a grave site, carrying a concealed weapon, carrying an unlicensed weapon, grievous bodily harm and murder.”
Sam stills, hand clenching under his chin. That explains why this case was referred to them.
“Multiple counts on murder?”
Meg Masters, his supervising district attorney, raises her eyebrows at him across the desk.
“Hmm… No. It was just the one murder, actually.”
She spins the thick folder around and there’s no photo, but her finger is on page one of nine on the perp’s charges. That’s no small feat.
“Dean Winchester is a ticking time bomb, but while he’s a simpler menace to society, the boss thinks it’s a good case for you to sink your teeth into,” Meg pushes the file across the desk with a wink, “Freshie.”
Sam pulls a face that tells her just what he thinks of Azazel’s consideration, but he takes the file and flips it back open with a huffed breath.
“So, you want him?” Meg asks like she’s just asked him to confirm his order off the lunch menu.
Sam scans the guy’s known history: dead mother, absent father. Apparently Dean Winchester had been living on and off the streets for most of his life, but had developed a reputation as something of a vigilante with at least seven alter egos across three counties.
“Who did he kill?” Sam asks and flips the page to the details of that case which had brought Dean Winchester to their attention in the first place.
“Son of the Eastlake senator, claimed he was possessed.”
Sam glares at Meg over the folder. “His defence is going to plead insanity.”
Meg smirks, cocking an eyebrow and her dark eyes reflect steel. Sam’s seen that look many times right before a triumphant closer.
“Wait until you see him, no jury will believe an insanity plea. And he’s being represented by that blowfish Novak from Michael’s firm; you’ll tear right through him."
Sam slowly pages through the file. It seems too easy.
"The evidence is damning, Sam, all you have to do is walk in there and deal the sentence," Meg says.
The file shuts in Sam's lap.
“... I’ll take him.”
Two weeks later they’re waiting for the defendant’s arrival in District Judge Zachariah’s court. Sam’s suit is pressed, his hair perfectly coiffed, and he glares at Meg when she sweeps the lock back that always falls across his forehead.
“By the way, Azazel’s told us to go for life on the combined charges.”
Sam startles, but Meg only nods in response to his stare. “Life?”
“The order came down this morning. We can expect the senator leaned on him. He did lose a son.”
The side doors swing open and Sam watches the armed guards lead in a tall man in a deep blue suit.
Dean Winchester is strong, clean-shaven, and shockingly handsome. He has a frame suggesting he should be out hunting in the wild with a shotgun tucked to his shoulder or maybe rolling punches in a boxer's ring. Sam can see that Dean’s dangerous and he’s capable from the way he holds himself, controlled, but taut. There’s real power coiled there.
They lead Dean to his side of the court and his defence, Jimmy Novak, leans in to murmur in his ear. Dean nods and his attention flickers to his prosecution; he visibly double takes and his lips part in surprise.
He’s caught Sam watching and Sam forgets to stop staring, because he’s fascinated by the way Dean’s expression softens in shock at whatever he sees on Sam’s face. In a moment, Sam sees more than a capable murderer, he sees a man with a notion of purpose, despair, mercy… and hope.
Sam has never seen this man before in his life, but he can’t help feeling as though he’s recognised a friend. The thrill in his chest plunges when Meg’s fingers close around his elbow, drawing him back.
Sam tears his eyes away and it’s like a wrench in his chest.
What was that?
He sucks in a deep, quiet breath and glances down one more time at the notes for his opening. He carefully does not look to his left at the defence as everyone takes their seats and Meg brushes his shoulder.
He can hear the smile in her voice and for the first time, it guts him.
“Make me proud, Campbell.”