Title: Body Double
Prompt: 044 - arrest
Character/Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy, Sam Winchester, mentions of Ruby and Dean Winchester.
Word Count: 754
Rating: T+
Warnings: General emoing, angst, Wincest if you squint.
Summary: By chance, Sam thinks he sees Dean - or maybe a shifter - he's not really sure anymore..
Note: Leon's PB will always be Dawson's Creek!Jensen Ackles. Set between S3 & S4 of Supernatural and 3 years after after Resident Evil: Degeneration.

Since Dean's deal ran up and Sam had been alone, Sam didn't do a whole lot. He'd go out and buy a case of beer, down the whole thing on his own, and then try and find a case. Lately though he was more focused on the hunts, about how he could maybe try and pick up to keep fighting like his brother wanted him to. It was hard, and he moved gradually into it.

Of course, Ruby came around a lot more to try and help him get stronger while she preached sobriety on him. That wasn't going to happen though. Not in a million years and she had to get over it. Sam liked the feeling of not feeling, the numbness that helped him sleep through a night that wasn't riddled with dreams about Dean's death.

The first day he actually followed through and started a case in Washington D.C. was an interesting one though. He'd just gotten out of the Impala outside the house where the woman turned up dead in her own home. Sam knew what was going on; he'd looked up the article online beforehand and suspected a ghost. He was dressed to the nines – suit and tie all in place with his fake FBI badge in his pocket. It was all supposed to be simple: go in the house, look around the crime scene, and talk to the neighbors before swinging over to the family member who lived a mile or two away.

But things never went simple for Sam Winchester anymore.

Out of the house came a man with long light brown hair and dressed in civilian clothes that consisted of a brown bomber jacket, BDU pants, and a black tight fitting shirt. Their hair hung in their eyes, so Sam didn't catch a good look of his face.

Not until he moved down the sidewalk, nodding at Sam as he passed.

It was impossible. It was just…so impossible. From a glance it looked almost exactly like Dean. His chest tightened with anxiety and Sam completely forgot about looking at the crime scene, quickly following after the man. He couldn't not figure out what this was. Maybe it was a shifter that took Dean's form, but that didn't make sense. Sam wasn't even sure he was making sense, in truth.

Once he was close enough, Sam reached out to grab the man's shoulder and whipped him around. The man responded quickly, hand whipping around and grabbing Sam's wrist only to twist him around forcefully and push him against the nearest car parked on the side street. Sam wriggled and tried to get free, but damn the guy was strong.

"Why are you following me? You know I could have you arrested?"

Sam's eyes slipped shut as the man shoved him down when he tried getting up. Even his voice sounded like Dean's. He was going to start explaining himself, but couldn't. He just couldn't find the words.

"Are you gonna answer me?" Sam heard a huff of irritation and the grip on his wrist loosened, as did the weight of the hand that was on his back and pressing him against the car. "What are you? NSA, CIA, FBI…?"

Once he could, Sam stood upright and turned around. The man had his arms crossed, hair still hanging in his eyes as he stood with a stern look on his face. His eyes glanced over the man and Sam found there were a few things off, a few things that just weren't Dean. There weren't any traces of freckles on his face from what he could see and the man's eyes were a hazel color. This wasn't Dean as much as the lookalike could've been…

"Sorry, uh," Sam started when he finally spoke, "I'm new. Agent Ford with the FBI. It's a closed crime scene and all and…"

The man raised a hand. "Don't worry about it. It's not the first time it's happened." He outstretched a hand towards Sam. "Leon Kennedy. Government agent but I'm not directly attached to any branch." Sam looked at his hand before shaking it. "Forewarning, there's not a whole lot in there," Leon nodded towards the house in question as he crossed his arms again. "I got a feeling something'll come out of it though."

"Hopefully," Sam said with a nod.

"I need to get back, but it was nice meeting you Ford."

"Sam. It's Sam."

"Sam Ford." Leon raised his brow a moment before giving a nod. "Good luck then Sam."