A/N: Welcome to my new Supernatural fan fiction! I just wanna say now, I'm completely in love with this story. It's plot is a little different for me in term of theme and it's my most serious story I've done so far. It's very AU in which Dean is a police officer, Sam Winchester is a third year law student, and Jimmy "Castiel" Novak is a single man. Bobby will make an appearance, possibly Jo. Mentions of John will pop up and I'll be throwing in a few other easter eggs. :) The way this story was born...it's kinda funny so I'll make it short. Me and Tori, who's the co-creator of this, were talking on aim and randomly I said, "Sam is a rapist" to see her reaction. And then this popped into my head. She helped with the details and such. So I really hope you enjoy this story as much as I liked typing up the first chapter. A second one should be out soon. Also, a trailer will be up on Youtube.

Please review!

Chapter 1

He sat at his desk, looking over the file he was given in the morning. The case was fresh and fairly normal. Officer Dean Winchester rubbed at his eye before looking up at the young woman sitting in front of his desk. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she fidgeted with her thin silver bracelet she wore on her right wrist. This was his first time questioning her and he hoped it would go well…

"So Miss Gallen-"

"Please," she said in a soft voice, "it's Tori."

Dean sat back in his chair slightly. "Alright Tori. Can you explain to me, in your own words, what happened?" The questioning was an easy process: find out what happened, when, where, and all the details the victim could muster. If they were too emotional, then they had to be calmed and more ready to talk. She didn't look very shook up about the incident though. Tori looked refined and timid as she watched him. She nodded and looked at him with sorrow filled blue eyes as she began her story.

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Tori walked into the bar, wearing her golden dress with her hair slightly curled. Ashley told her to dress nice since they were going out to bars and such; so she took the advice for once. Her eyes peered around and didn't catch sight of her spunky dark haired friend. With a sigh, Tori walked over to the bar and sat down. "Excuse me," she called to the bartender. "Can I get a drink?"

The man behind the counter nodded and asked, "What would you like miss?"

"Gin and tonic," Tori answered, looking around once more. Her hopes were still high that Ashley arrived first, but it didn't look it. She sat her sparkly clutch on the bar as the bartender placed her drink in front of her. "Thanks," she smiled.

As he walked away, she picked it up and took a sip. She wasn't much of a drinker, but there were times when she would indulge. Tonight being one of few occasions since Ashley was newly single after breaking it off with her boyfriend of two months.

Tori heard the door and looked over her shoulder, smiling as she thought it was her friend. Instead, she saw a tall brunette haired man. His hair was somewhat shaggy and just covered his ears. His eyes met hers and he smiled. Tori's smile turned to a frown as she directed her attention back to her drink.

"Sorry," a voice said from behind her, "is this seat taken?"

When she looked to see who it was, it was the shaggy haired man who just came in. He was referring to the open seat that was one away from her own. "Uh… I don't think it is," she replied.

He gave a nod as he pulled off his jacket, hanging it on the back of the bar stool. Tori heard him order a beer and watched him with curiosity from the corner of her eye. She wouldn't say it allowed, but she was grateful Ashley wasn't here yet. She would've been after him in a second if she'd seen him. He did seem like her type after all… Tall, dark haired, handsome. Tori finished off the rest of her drink in one swig. It wasn't her fault the glass was small. Once she set the glass down, she called for the bartender to order another. "Another please."

"All dressed up with no place to go?" the same voice asked.

This time, she looked at him with a smirk. "Kinda sorta." Tori eyed him suspiciously. He looked semi-dressed up himself in his white grey striped button down and blue jeans. "You?"

He let out a half laugh and shook his head. "No." The bartender gave him his beer and walked away. "I dress like this all the time."

"Oh," Tori said as she looked at the newly filled drink in front of her. This should be her shot. To finally listen to Ashley and meet new people. "I, um," she laughed, "I'm actually waiting for my friend."

The man raised an eyebrow. "As in male or female?"

"Female. She's like my sister."

She watched him nod while taking a swig of his beer. Once he set it back down, he said, "I'm Sam."

Smiling warmly at him, she said, "Tori."

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He had a finger to his temple as Tori spoke about her first encounter with him. "His name is Sam?" Dean interrupted. He grabbed a pen from the holder by the computer and wrote it down on the file.

"Yeah. Sam," she responded with a hurt look.

Dean bit on the end of the open with the cap thoughtfully. "Continue."

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Almost an hour had passed and there was still no sign of Ashley. Tori figured either she forgot, or ended up bailing on her; even if the latter was unusual of her friend without a phone call. Tori pulled her phone from her sparkly clutch, looking at it with a frown.

"Guess your friend's a no show, huh?" Sam asked in a sympathetic tone.

Tori sighed. "Yeah. Guess so." She was a little concerned, wondering if Ashley was alright. She wondered if she should call her… Tori left her clutch on the bar next to her half empty glass. "Would you mind watching my spot?" she asked Sam. He nodded and she uttered a thanks as she slid off the stool and made her way out the door.

When she called, she got the voicemail and left a quick message. Ashley must have left her phone at home. Again. Tori groaned and stomped her heeled shoe on the sidewalk before going back into the bar.

"Any luck?" Sam asked as she sat back down in her seat.

"None." Tori clenched the bridge of her nose. "Now I feel kind of stupid for being all dressed up for no reason."

"If it makes you feel better, I think you look really nice," he said.

She glanced at him under her hand and saw him smiling at her. It wasn't a weird smile, but a meaningful one. "Thank you, Sam," she told him.

He gave a nod and she turned back to her drink, picking it up and downing the rest of it. Briefly, she thought about ordering another; but didn't see the point in it. She got up, grabbing her clutch and leaving a twenty dollar bill under her glass.

"Leaving?"

Tori turned, taking a single step backwards towards the door. "No point in waiting anymore." She gave a shrug, no longer certain why she came in the first place.

Sam grabbed his jacket from behind him and slid off his seat, putting his jacket and making his way towards her. "Can I walk you Tori? It's late…"

"Okay." He seemed nice enough and she would feel better with someone at her side. The two then left the bar.

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Tori frowned at this point and stopped talking. "Do you need a minute?" Dean asked, his voice sounding blatantly concerned.

She shook her head. "No… I'm just reflecting I guess. The signs and all."

"It doesn't sound like he was acting strange," he assured her. It wasn't his job to make the victims feel better, but he felt like he should. She wasn't showing how she really felt and it worried him slightly.

"Alright, after that…"

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Sam offered Tori to come back to his place, just a few blocks from the bar. She knew it was either go there, or go back to the dark apartment she rented. Currently, his place sounded more welcoming. She took him up on his offer and followed him to his place. The house was a small brick home; although, she wasn't one hundred percent sure since it was dark.

He opened the door, inviting her in. She stood by the door as he hung his jacket over the railing of the stairs and asked, "Can I get you something to drink?"

Tori shrugged. "Sure." She inched over to the sofa as he walked out of the room, disappearing into a connected one that looked like a kitchen. As she sat, she noticed a few books. Most had to do with law. "You study law?" she called.

"Yeah. I'm in my third year of college," she heard him say. Flipping open one of the books, he walked back into the room. "Pre-law can be tough, but I'm doing well." He smiled and sat beside her, holding out a cup. She took it and looked in the cup, the corner of her mouth curving up in a curious manner. "It's soda."

He had a similar cup and glanced down at the floor as he took a sip. "I tried college," Tori told him after taking a gulp of the soda.

"Tried it?"

"Didn't like it so much. Now I just work full time."

Sam put his cup down, leaning against the arm of the sofa with an interested expression. "Really? What do you do?"

She moved the cup, causing the soda in it to swirl around. "I work at the community library during the weekdays."

"Sounds interesting," he smiled, pushing his hair back.

Tori shut her eyes and breathed slowly. She was beginning to feel drowsy, showing her why she never drank; the after effects always hitting her hard. "Y'know, I think I'm gunna go," she said in a low tone while putting her cup down. She then stood up.

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"That's all I remember," Tori spoke. She bowed her head and laced her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs anxiously.

He'd taken a few notes as she told her story. "That's all?" he asked, looking up from the file.

She nodded. "I…I think I blacked out then. I do remember…" Her voice trailed off and he could see her shut her eyes tightly.

"It's alright," Dean said, "take your time."

He heard her sigh and she told him, "I remember him on me." Dean saw her shudder a little. "And I think he said something, but it's hard to recall…"

Dean wrote down what a small note of what she said as he gave a nod. "Think you can give me something? A word or two?"

Tori looked up in thought, furrowing her brow and pressing her lips into a thin line. Finally, she said, "I can't remember. I'm sorry…"

"That's fine. Now have you been to the hospital yet?" She had to have gone for a few tests, he assumed. She shook her head. Dean let out a half sigh and stood. "Why don't you let me take you?"

"O-Okay," she said with a weak smile as she stood. Dean grabbed his coat and sunglasses as he escorted her out of his office.