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Sam looked at his watch, and sighed. It was 11pm, and the lights were slowly shutting down in the building. He drained the last of his coffee - it was stone cold. He frowned and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, closing the file he was reading about some drugs bust shit he had to do the paperwork for - even though he wasn't even involved. An officer got killed, and they somehow managed to blame it on Sam. Sam pushed the chair away from his desk, grabbing his jacket from the back as he shut the file in his desk drawer, stretching a little as he walked out, closing the door and turning the lights out on his way out. He was too tired to even notice the name on the file. Dean Winchester.
When he got back home Jess was already asleep, and he took off his tie and slung it over the chair in their bedroom, followed by his shirt. He unbuckled his belt silently and took his suit pants off, putting them on a hanger and hanging them up in their closet. He pulled back the sheets and slid into bed beside Jess, his arms wrapping around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder and he closed his eyes, and tried to get some sleep.
Sam Wesson had a normal life. He grew up with his Mother and Father in Kansas, unfortunately his mother died in a house fire when he was a baby, but he still had his Dad. He'd always felt like a disappointment to his Dad, he wanted Sam to become a mechanic like him, the family business. Sam went to law school, and ended up as an FBI detective. Not too bad, actually. In his first year of law school he met Jess, and they fell in love and moved in together. A few months ago Sam proposed, and she said yes. She was just...she was perfect. He didn't know what he'd do without her. He woke up to the smell of bacon, and a wide grin spread across his face as he swung his legs along the side of the empty bed and padded into the little kitchen, scratching his bare chest as he sat in a stool alongside the countertop. He completely dwarfed it, and his feet reached the floor to the point where he may as well of been standing up. "Morning, Jess.." He yawned, smiling up at his fiancé who grinned back, looking up from the pan for a moment. "You sleep okay?" She asked and Sam nodded in reply, "Sorry I came in kinda late. This new case.." He shakes his head, "This guy, he's crazy. So get this," Sam looks up, running a hand through his tangled mop of hair, "Mail fraud, credit card fraud and grave desecrations. " Jess cringes, crinkling her nose up which Sam finds adorable, "Sweetie, not at breakfast. Here.." Sam holds out his plate and Jess spatulas on a fried egg, a couple pieces of bacon and some mushrooms, to which Sam smiles. Jess serves up her own and they eat together, discussing the day ahead.
He arrived at work bang on time, of course, and sat down his desk, raising an eyebrow at the stack of new paperwork on his desk. Winchester, Dean. Breaking and Entering.
This guy really just doesn't know when to stop, does he?
Sam jokes to himself, leafing through the file as he picks up his ID and tucks it in the pocket of his jacket, bringing the file with him as he walks down to his car, driving off to interview the witness' of this breaking and entering. Dean's face was watching him from the file the entire drive. The witness' had hardly any useful information, and what Sam took down he didn't think would be useful at all. Yes, it was the same man as the picture, No we're not any closer to finding him. Thank you for your time.
"Well that was a damn waste of my time.." Sam grumbled as he slammed the door to his car, firing the engine and pulling out of the house's driveway. On the 20-minute drive back to the office, he was thinking over the cases in his head. Grave Desecrations was the only one that bothered him, he's seen lots of fraud and burglars before. What's dead should stay dead, and stay buried. He shuddered a little, who the hell would dig up corpses? And from the reports, the bones were charred and covered in traces of Sodium Chloride. It was sick. As soon as he got back to the office he got to work. He cleared his pin board from the last, solved case and put up Dean's Mugshot in the middle, as a start. He then put up a map near it, and connected all of the locations with the different reports of what crimes he committed there. Attempted murder in St Louis...Sam pinned up the report, raising an eyebrow when it said Dean was reported dead. Obviously not. Then, carefully with string, he connected it with St Louis on the map. Sam did this with the various credit card frauds under his many aliases', J. Mahoggoff, Jerry Garcia, John Smith, Donald Strump, etc. After that, that's where the real work started. He went onto the police database and printed off every single thing even remotely related to Dean Winchester. Even about his Brother, although Dean reported him as missing a few months ago. Anonymously, of course. But the FBI weren't idiots.
The arrogant face looked out at Sam from the screen, his eyes stone cold and his chin tilted up high. He looked like a cocky son of a bitch, he was almost sneering.
Name: Dean Winchester
DOB: January 24th, 1979
POB: Lawrence, Kansas
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown/Green [Hazel]
He also had a warrant in St. Louis, MO and an official record in the FBI database.
Sam shut the lid of his laptop, having Dean's eyes watching him was unnerving.
He began to sift through every file he had printed off, and there was a stack about 2 ft high. Shit.
[text] Working late on case. Don't wait up. xx
He sent the text to Jess and shoved the phone back in his pocket, taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, loosening his tie. St Louis, charged with the attempted murder of... Rebecca Warren and the murder of Emily Stanley. Zach Warren originally charged, released. He remembered the photos from that case. Rebecca was tied to a chair, her skin cut all over but that cocky bastard still got away. After that there were the reports of stolen credit cards, and abnormalities in credit card bills. As in a middle aged married woman with children being charged for motels, bars and strip clubs across the country. Sam snorted, classy guy. He drew little circles on all of the places of incident, not seeing an pattern yet but it was worth a try.
