Supernatural Oneshots

No Order In This Court

I don't know how law and court works, sue me (that was not meant to be a pun)

Sam Winchester straightened his tie in the mirror, checking again to make sure his outfit was suitably neat for court. His long hair was combed neatly, tucked behind his ears, and his smile was wide as he deemed himself okay for work.

"Sam! There's a call for you," his girlfriend Jessica called from downstairs. "It's one of your colleagues!"

"Coming," Sam said loudly, still looking into the mirror, giving himself one last checkup before heading down the stairs. He lived in a considerably sized three story house, located in the suburbs, with his girlfriend-but-soon-to-be-fiancee (Sam had picked out a ring days ago, waiting for the right moment to spring the surprise).

His life would be considered normal by a lot of people, people who didn't know him before he went to Stanford. But Sam Winchester wasn't normal- although he tried to be so. His heart still held the occasional pang of guilt whenever he thought of the brother he left behind.

Of course, there was the father. But John Winchester had never been fatherly towards Sam, taking him and his older brother Dean out to hunt monsters at the age of five and nine. Dean had been the one who took care of him- and Dean was the family he (sometimes) regretted leaving behind.

But it was worth it. Worth it when Sam thought of his current life. No worrying about demonic possessions, no needing to live in a cramped 1967 Chevy Impala, and no needing to carry a sawed-off packed with rock salt loads around at all times of day.

But Sam wasn't gonna lie- there was always a Ziploc bag of salt in his pocket. Better safe than sorry.

He didn't miss his old life. Although he wished Dean would visit sometimes.

Although he didn't know if his brother was even still alive.

The thought sent a pang through his heart, but Sam pushed it away- his brother could take care of himself. He wouldn't die- he couldn't.

"About time you got away from the mirror," Jess said wryly as Sam finally made it down the stairs. "Phone's on the kitchen counter, along with a cup of coffee."

"You know me too well." Sam paused his walking to lean down- he was way too tall- and pressed a kiss to Jessica's forehead. "I love you."

Jessica smiled up at him, and his heart swelled- she was a literal ray of sunshine in his life. "I love you too. Now go pick up the infernal phone."

Still smiling to himself, Sam went for the kitchen counter and grabbed his phone, answering it. "Hello, this is Sam Winchester."

"Sam! Listen, we got a big one for you today." Richard Speight, one of Sam's closest friends at work, spoke excitedly into the phone. "This guy's crazy, man! Multiple credit card thefts, identity fakes, and felony charges- and he's yours!"

"Whoa. Slow down there, Rich." Sam grabbed the mug of hot coffee on the counter surface and took a deep gulp of sweet caffeine. "A criminal?"

"Yeah," Richard said, calming down a bit. "He's weird, too- won't tell us his name, keeps saying something about wanting to see you."

"Can't you run his face by the database?" Sam drained half of his coffee, relishing the taste. "C'mon, Richard, and I thought you were a professional."

"We did," his friend said. "But it's weird, though. You should come take a look. Can you be here in ten minutes? The trial starts at eleven."

"Gotcha." Sam tipped the mug back and swallowed his drink, glancing at the digital clock on the counter. 10:37 AM- yeah, he could make it.