Bad Blood
AN: There can't ever be enough Winchester Criminal!AUs, so I'm making one. Enjoy.
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Special Agent Victor Henrickson leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply as he went over the file of FBI candidates. Sometimes, he loved his job – catching criminals, chasing down bad guys, the thrill of the hunt, all of it was incredible. But the two months a year when he served as the head of the applications board were probably the worst two months of every year.
See, he already had nine candidates lined up for agent positions. There was only one more slot to fill, and he knew exactly who he wanted for it.
The applicant was Sam Winchester. He was a twenty-one year old Stanford graduate with an undergraduate degree in Justice and Law, and a minor in Philosophy. He'd finished his degree in three years, and had a 4.0. The kid spoke six languages fluently – Latin, Aramaic, Hebrew, Farsi, Ancient Greek, and Arabic. He was captain of the Mock Trial team (and Henrickson laughed out loud just a bit because honestly, putting in that much time and effort to pretend to be lawyers trying a fake case couldn't possibly be worth it), and an acclaimed member of the fencing and track teams. The kid also had two black belts, one in Tae Kwon Do, and one in Krav Maga.
Honestly, he was a perfect applicant, and he would have been Victors first pick of the litter out of the hundreds of files he'd reviewed. Sam Winchester wasn't just brilliant and analytical – he had a plethora of practical skills that some agents could spend their entire careers trying to build up. He was fast, he was strong, he could fight, and Victor had the nagging feeling that if he tested the kid out on the firing rage, he'd beat out half the standing records in the academy.
There was, however, something holding him back from approving Winchester.
One of the FBI's longest standing cases revolved around a man named John Winchester. The man was richer than god, and owned a series of businesses that couldn't possibly be legitimate. He was practically a movie style mob boss, and Victor knew agents that had spent more than a decade trying to pin a suspicious trail of murders on the man's shoulders, but nothing would stick. Victor estimated that there were about thirty-seven counts of murder alone that could be traced back to the man if they could find the evidence, and those were just the murder charges; the FBI suspected Winchester of series of crimes ranging from extortion to impersonation of federal officers to grave desecration to bank robbery to murder.
Between Winchester's own slippery nature and his attorney, a very frightening woman named Ellen (whose own husband was rumored to be one of Johns early hits, and remained an unsolved murder investigation twelve years later), the FBI couldn't get John Winchester on a single charge.
And then there was the mystery of John Winchesters kids; Dean and little Sammy. Dean had gone straight into the family business after high school, and there was a second file being compiled on a desk in the agency detailing the things they suspected the older brother of.
Sam, on the other hand, was clean. Victor had ran the most extensive background check he could authorize, and as far as he could tell, Sam Winchester had never been more than a brilliant boy with a bright future, chafing to get away from his family. Hell, some digging had shown that the boy didn't even get sent money by his father; a financial check had proved that Sam got by on what he could earn working at a local bookstore, and that his tuition was paid by a full scholarship.
So was Sam on the level, or meant to be a deep cover plant?
Victor had a final interview with Sam that morning, and – just going by his gut – he thought Sam really wanted to make a name for himself away from his family, and that was it.
Victor exhaled again, and closed Sam's file, making his decision.
He'd approve the application, but he'd keep a close eye on Winchester. Better yet, he'd make sure that the boy didn't come within spitting distance of the case the FBI was building against his father, just in case.
Because otherwise, the Bureau would be lucky to have him, and Victor knew a catch when he saw one. Sam would be a great asset to the Bureau.
"Welcome to the Academy, Winchester," Victor said. "This better be the right decision."