-Chapter 2-
"Nice work, Miss Winchester." Holmes whispered to her as the judge called for recess until the next morning.
"Everything should go smoothly from now on. We should get the verdict tomorrow morning." Tasha responded as she put her folders into her briefcase.
"Why don't we celebrate over dinner tonight? I could take you to this elegant restaurant downtown…" Holmes said straightening his tie.
"I wish I could Mr. Holmes, but…" Tasha started.
"Please, "Holmes interrupted as he placed his hand on Tasha's. "Call me Davis." Tasha sighed heavily at Davis' obscene flirting.
"I can't, Mr. Holmes. I have a date with my husband, whom I'm sure you've met. You remember him right? Sam?" Tasha dismissed as she slowly removed her hand from Davis' grasp. He sighed and hung back as Tasha exited the courtroom and made her way back down the marble hallway to the judge's quarters to hand in more evidence.
"You did well today for your first murder trial, Miss Winchester." Judge Hall said. "What's this?"
"New evidence I plan on presenting tomorrow before I give my closing argument." Tasha answered. Hall looked over the evidence and signed the legal documents.
"Well I wish you luck tomorrow, Miss Winchester." Hall said as she put the papers back in her briefcase. Tasha nodded and walked out of the office.
-At Sam's Office-
"Mr. Winchester, your wife is on line three." Sam's secretary announced through the crack in his office door.
"Thanks, Olivia." Sam responded. His secretary closed the door as he picked up the phone. "Hey, you, how'd the trial this morning go?" Sam greeted Tasha on the phone.
"It went okay. I have to give my closing argument tomorrow." She answered with an exasperated sigh. "How's your workload? Are you still available for lunch?"
"Yea, I can work it in. I'll be done this report by the time you get here. Is twenty minutes a good estimate?" Sam asked her.
"Twenty minutes is perfect. I have to go back to my office anyway, so I'll see you soon." Tasha finished. They hung up their phones and went back to work for the time being.
"Olivia?" Sam called out his door. Olivia appeared around the corner with her notepad in hand.
"Yes, Mr. Winchester?" She asked, ready to write down any memo he needed.
"I just wanted to make sure I don't have any meetings today for the next hour." Sam said as he grabbed his coat from its place on the rack.
"I believe you're perfectly free. You do have an appointment at four-thirty and a senior partner's meeting at five forty-five." Olivia recited off her calendar for Sam.
"That's perfect. I am leaving for lunch with my wife and will see you in about an hour." Sam settled. "You're free to leave too for your break." Olivia smiled and put her pen and pad back neatly on her desk.
"Thank you, Mr. Winchester." Olivia said with her cheeks turning a rosy pink. Sam smiled on the inside and headed out.
-At Emma and Jane's Class-
"Did everyone finish their fairytale stories?" Ms. Karen asked her class. There was a loud mix of yeses and nos. She laughed. "Well you have one more minute and then we'll present them! I'm very excited to see how everyone's imagination works!" She said excitedly. Jane looked up from her paper and glanced over to Emma's story.
"What're you writing about Emmy?" She whispered.
"I'm writing about one of the stories Uncle Dean told us." Emma said as she wrote her last sentence. She looked up at her sister. "What're you writing about?"
"I'm writing about Uncle Dean's friend." Jane answered simply.
"Are you talking about the really weird one that wears the heavy coat all the time?" Emma asked as she wrote her own story down.
"Yea...Daddy doesn't want us talking to him." Emma warned her younger sister. Jane sighed and scoffed.
"Do you know why Daddy doesn't want us talking to him?" Jane asked. Emma shrugged.
"I don't know, sissy…" Emma trailed off as the teacher came over to check on their work.
-Lunch-
"I can't believe you're already here!" Tasha greeted Sam nervously. He cupped the small of her back and pulled her into a kiss. She blushed and looked up at him.
"I thought I owed you, since I cancelled on our last few dates." Sam admitted.
"I think I forgive you being I have an ulterior motive for this lunch…" She added. Sam frowned down at his wife and sighed.
"Who are we eating with, Tash?" Sam moaned. Tasha smiled.
"It's Damon's birthday…I haven't seen him in a while." She reasoned.
"You saw him last month!" Sam exclaimed quietly.
"You see Dean almost every day!" She argued.
"Well you actually get along with my brother. Your brother practically hates me." Sam said with a scowl.
"Hate is a strong word, Sam." Tasha rebutted. She knew Damon didn't particularly favor Sam anymore. Not since the fight five years ago.
"You didn't say he didn't like me." Sam said with a smirk. Tasha pinched him.
"Well, anyway, I told him to be nice." She began. "You need to be nice too, Samuel." She said in her mommy tone. As their quarrel came to a civil end Damon walked through the restaurants entrance. A smile a mile wide dashed across his face as he spotted his baby sister. He quickly wrapped her up in a hello hug. He let her go without as much as a glance to Sam. "I'll tell the hostess that we're all here." Tasha said leaving the two men alone to check in.
"Nice to see you again, Damon…" Sam greeted his brother - in – law. He was trying desperately to be nice. Damon just nodded. He was still mad at Sam and the rest of his clan for putting his nieces and his sister in danger. He still held a strong grudge against them for the death of his parents. Even though he knew the truth, the real truth, he was genuinely angry.
"Alright, our table is ready!" Tasha said with a bright smile. She took Damon and Sam's hands in hers and led them to their table.
