Author's notes: Wow, thanks! I got more reviews this time and it really make this so worthwhile and motivated me! Thanks 'megan' for your reviews, they realy made my day, and one was the best review I think I have ever gotten, for anything! Thanks 'clubby' for your review, your english was fine btw. Yeah, Sam isn't too keen to tell Dean about what happened with Jess and Caroline, so don't think he'll be slipping up too soon...however, Dean is going to find out one way or another. Are they really a little short? Well, I do give myself a '7 page' minamum, but some do go a bit over. Glad you loved them though! Thanks 'C.M.S. Cipriano' for your review, what a relief to hear I'm doing a good job! Glad you like it.

Thanks so much everyone that reviewed, it really made my day and I'm currently nearing the finale of the season, so my updating will be a little faster. Again, another trailer at the end of this episode, please let me know what you think of this ep/fic! Also, I'm introducing the two new characters a lot better this ep. They have been mentioned briefly before in 'Full Moons'

Few spoilers for 'pilot' As well as any episode involving the FBI and their charges, such as 'Skin', 'The Usual Suspects', 'Nightshifter', 'Folsom Prison Blues' and 'Just in Bello'. They are relativly minor, but just thought you should be forewarned.


09 Fingerprints

A dark woman switched on the lights and entered an interrogation room with her partner following closely behind. They placed files and photos all over the table and studied them. There was a photo of Dean Winchester and also files of his criminal records. Beside that was a photo of Sam and a larger file of records, including statements and his criminal files.

'Well?' Bill asked his partner.

'I told you they weren't FBI agents' Judith frowned. She remembered when she had met Dean and Sam for the first time back in Pennsylvania when people had been killed and organs ripped apart, as well as missing hearts. There was just something about those boys that she didn't like…something that had her interested.

'What now?' Bill asked.

'We get em' Judith nodded. 'I don't care how good they are, we'll get em' she glared at a surveillance camera images that had captured both the boys faces. 'Oh, we're gonna get them!'


Lake Charles, Louisiana

One week later…

Sam stifled a yawn as he pushed open the door to a local bar. It took him a few minutes, but he spotted Dean chatting up a hot woman not too far from the bar area. He sighed and wandered over, accidentally bumping into a pretty blonde on his way.

'Sorry' he said and then paused for a moment, as she was attractive.

'It's okay' she gave a mischievous smile.

Sam gave an awkward smile in return and then turned to continue his quest of reaching his brother but there were people everywhere.

'Dean!' he called out and then pushed past a few dancers until he finally reached him. What effort it took him!

'Oh! Hey Sammy, this is Julie' Dean introduced the redhead beside him, rather proud to be arm in arm with her. 'She has a friend' Dean then whispered, wriggling his eyebrow a bit suggestively.

'Ah…hi' Sam said to Julie and then glared at Dean. 'No thanks, I'm perfectly capable of finding my own dates'

'But you don't, you never do'

'So?' Sam frowned, assuming Dean had been drinking since he seemed a little…tipsy.

'Yell ya what' Dean removed his arm from around Julie's waist and gave her a wink. 'Why don't you get us some more drinks?' he smiled and she wandered away in direction of the bartender, with a suggestive smile upon her face.

'Is she a prostitute?' Sam frowned, suspicious.

'I dunno, she's not asking for payments' Dean shrugged. 'Now Sammy, this place is crowded with woman!' he smirked, pointing to the crowd or dancing, talking people. 'Prove it'

'Prove what? What there's a crowd of woman?' he frowned in confusion.

'No! Prove you can get your own dates' Dean nodded.

'What? No! Dean' Sam rolled his eyes and glared.

'See? You can't' Dean poked his chest, clearly not overly sober at the moment.

Sam bit his lip in annoyance and saw Julie making her way back over, cautiously carrying two glasses of beer. Sam glanced back over at the crowd and sighed heavily. 'Fine' he rolled his eyes, giving in.

'Fine?' Dean asked with a smirk.

'Yeah, fine' Sam snapped. 'Watch me'

'Oh I will' Dean said and accepted a drink from Julie. 'Thanks, hot stuff' he said, making her giggle a little.

Sam grimaced and wondered what the hell he was doing. He knew it was too late to back out and spotted a "target" nearby. She was a brunette and seemed to be alone. She was moving her hips a bit to the beat and her hair moved gently against her bare shoulders.

'Ah, hey' Sam said but she didn't hear him. 'Hi' he said louder and she turned around, a bit surprised.

'Oh, hey' she smiled.

'I'm Sam' he said and knew he must look every awkward.

'Cynthia' she smiled in reply.

Dean sniggered as he watched his brother standing there awkwardly and a bit unsure what to do. How he ever got with Jessica to begin with was still a mystery to Dean. He then saw the girl giggling and Sam seemed to be doing okay.

'I knew he had it in him' he smirked and took a sip of his drink. He turned away and paid some attention to Julie. 'What is it?' he asked when he saw the shocked look on her face. He turned around again to find Sam running towards him.

'That bad?' Dean asked but Sam grabbed him, pushing him right out of the bar. 'Dude? What? Is she a he or something?' Dean chuckled a bit.

'FBI' Sam hissed and they got into Dean's car fast.

'The one time you actually try to hook up with a hot chick, you almost get us arrested' Dean sighed as the Impala took off down the road. 'That's sad Sam…very sad'


Sam and Dean arrived at their motel room and went to grab their stuff but found a dark woman waiting for them.

'Hello Agent Lennon and Agent McCartney' Judith smirked. 'Or, should I say: Dean and Sam Winchester?' she asked.

The boys turned to the door but Judith's partner Bill now blocked their only way out.

'Oh, you boys aren't going anywhere' Judith said, getting to her feet.

Bill grabbed Dean and shoved him onto the floor, handcuffing him while Judith did the same to Sam.

'Sam' Dean gasped. 'Never try to pick up a date again. Ever!'

'Sam and Dean Winchester' an officer spoke to them. 'You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do say can and will be used against you in the court of law...'


Bill entered an interrogation room where Dean sat uncomfortably cuffed to the table.

'My name is Bill McConnell' he said in a strict, authority tone. 'And you're Dean Winchester' he said, Judith knew the boys hated people finding out who they really were so he had to state he knew very well who Dean was.

'Really? I had no idea' Dean said sarcastically once he was told his own name.

'You're quite interesting, Dean' Bill spoke and sat across the table from him.

'So they keep saying' Dean smirked.

'You don't seem to realize how much trouble you're in here' Bill stated. 'Or maybe you're just so used to getting away with what you do?'

Dean shrugged. 'Maybe…or maybe because I know I haven't done anything wrong' he said, bluffing of course. FBI do not just track them down and arrest them out of nowhere without having a pretty good reason for it. And Sam's lack of dating skill was surely not one of those reasons.

'You know what I find most interesting here?' Bill asked.

'Well, now you're starting to creep me out' Dean raised an eyebrow. 'You're not into guys are you?' he frowned and noticed how Bill tried not to loose his temper.

'All this time that the FBI have been trying to catch you boys once and for all…the blame was always put on you' Bill said and Dean tried to think of a quick comeback again but Bill wasn't done. 'Most evidence points to you and you have a much higher criminal record. But you're Sam's big brother, and sometimes a sibling will take the blame for a younger sibling, sometimes try to get him out of trouble…but not this time' Bill said in a more threatening tone. 'This time we've got you boys good and neither of you are going anywhere but jail…you hear me?'

'Oh, I hear you' Dean nodded, still kept his cool.

'Good' Bill said in a lower and clearly serious tone. 'Cuz you boys won't be getting out of this one'


Sam glanced up from his cuffed wrist and over to the door of the interrogation room. Judith entered the small room and sat across from him.

'Hello Sam Winchester' she said calmly and was totally in control. 'I'm FBI Agent Judith Hall, would you like to know which department?' she asked, more of a tease since Sam had given her a fake department identity when they'd met awhile back.

'Your brother Dean is signing out as we speak, he gave you up' she said. Judith knew it was a cheap shot but anything was worth a try at this point.

Sam actually laughed then. 'Yeah. Right' he rolled his eyes humorously.

'Dean used to be the prime suspect in all this mess you boys have gotten yourselves into…but now we're starting to think it was you all along. That Dean just covered your tracks better than his own' she said in a very serious, authority tone.

Sam didn't know what to say to that so he just sat there in his uncomfortable seat, not answering her, but he wasn't going to let her know how nervous he was.

'Dean's your big brother, and from the looks of it…he'll do just about anything for you Sam' Judith sighed. 'I'll give him that' she added with a sigh and read over a file she'd brought in with her. 'However' she stated and tried to keep a smirk from her face since she was finally getting the Winchester boys in a way no one had ever before. 'Maybe there are some things he won't do for you' she said.

'Like what?' Sam asked, rolling his eyes at how she was playing this little game. Trying to make him confess to whatever they think he and Dean had supposingly done this time.

'Would Dean ever have a reason to kill you?' she asked.

'What?' Sam snapped in shock…where had that one come from? 'No! Never' he frowned, shaking his head.

Judith nodded. 'You went to Stanford right?' she asked. 'A couple years ago'

'So?' Sam was confused as to where all this was going.

'How did Dean react?'

'Ah…' Sam pushed the truth aside slightly. 'Thrilled' he shrugged. 'He was happy for me'

'I see' Judith nodded. 'So he wasn't jealous? Dean would never do anything to ruin that happy life you'd set up for yourself?'

'What the hell are you talking about?' Sam frowned angrily as he didn't like the way she was talking about his brother. 'Dean isn't the monster you think he is'

'Okay' she nodded and prepared to deliver her punch line. 'So then we reach the conclusion that it was you' she said. 'You killed her'

'What? Who?' Sam was confused and now getting very annoyed. He and Dean had a possible Woman in White to hunt down that was killing people, and they were wasting time with this crap.

Judith pulled out a picture of a blonde woman, placing it in front of Sam, watching his reaction. 'Jessica Lee Moore, murdered November 2nd, 2006'

Sam stared at the picture of his girlfriend Jessica and that was as far as he would take it. 'Murdered?' he snapped. 'It was a…electrical shortage!'

Judith smirked, noticing his hesitation. 'Of course it was' she replied. 'But it's a bit strange, don't you think? I mean you score a full ride to college and don't come into contact with your brother for two whole years and then all of the sudden, your girlfriend is killed in a fire and Dean just happens to be there?' she asked, ignoring the hateful glare Sam was now giving her. 'Then you boys disappear from town…which is followed by theft, fraud, kidnapping…and murder'

Sam looked away and knew he would break if she said one more thing about Jessica…


'Sammy? Nah, he's like a puppy' Dean grinned and he defended his brother as Bill brought up all the stuff Dean had previously been accused of and blamed it on Sam, which was a bit of a surprise for Dean at first.

'Sometimes puppies bite' Bill frowned. 'Dean, I get it. You want to protect your little brother…'

'Oh you get it?' Dean was losing his patience. He leaned forward and the annoyance was clear in his expression and tone. 'You don't know squat'

'Oh yeah?' Bill asked and pulled out a hospital file. 'So you weren't committed to a Mental hospital in Oregon more than three months ago?' he smirked at the look on Dean's face. 'And wasn't it Sam that had you committed?' He asked and felt he was making progress since Dean looked a bit nervous now. 'His girlfriend Jessica was killed some time back, that had to have taken a toll on him'

'That was three years ago' Dean stated.

'Yeah, yet Sam meets up with Jessica's mother and then she just happens to die the day he leaves town again?' Bill asked and could almost scream "Bingo" at the shocked look that spread across Dean's face. 'Yeah, I don't know squat' Bill smirked sarcastically.


'What did she do?' Judith asked Sam about Jessica.

'Nothing. Stop it' Sam growled and gripped his chair to help prevent him doing something he really, really shouldn't.

'Did she find out about your family? How you and Dean are raised criminals?'

'That's enough' Sam said again.

'Oh honey, we're just getting started' Judith told him. 'Now tell me why you killed her.

Sam stared straight ahead at the edge of the desk and knew he couldn't take it anymore.

'Tell me' Judith said louder. 'Why did you kill Jessica?'


'Dean, you think you're doing your brother a favor here' Bill told him. 'But you're only making things worst. You've got to stop covering Sam's tracks and-' both men turned towards the door as it opened and a younger cop was standing there, a bit panicked.

'What is it?' Bill asked.

'It's the other Winchester boy' she said, out of breath. 'He's just…he…'

Bill got up and Dean tried to follow but being handcuffed to the table didn't help.

'Sam?' he said, panicked.

Dean stood there and listened to the yelling and sounds of struggled from outside the room and his brother's own yell was added to the noise every now and again.

'What are they doing to you Sammy?' Dean asked himself and then noticed the file Bill had left on the table. He grabbed it and smirked at the paperclip that was holding some documents together.

Dean pulled open the door slightly and saw two cops practically dragging his brother down the hallway.

'I'm sorry Sam' Dean sighed and rushed off in the other direction, towards the exit.


'Yeah, I dunno what happened but Sam lost it' Dean sighed, glancing to check no one was watching him again as he used the pay phone a few blocks from the station.

'Well it'd have to be something big if Sam went off like that' Bobby frowned. 'You boys, you're friggin…trouble magnets!' he snapped and rubbed a hand over his tired but concerned face.

'Tell me about it' Dean sighed. 'What are we gonna do Bobby? I don't see us breaking Sam out of this one'

'Maybe not us…but I know someone who can' Bobby nodded. 'But it'll come with a price'

'I swear, if you say…' Dean trailed off and glared.


Sam was back in another interrogation room and chained to a table once more. He was pissed off, mostly at himself. But the way Judith was talking about Jessica…it really got to him.

The door opened and in walked someone that Sam wasn't sure whether to be happy to see or if he should start saying his prayers right now. She gave him a look, which he guessed meant he had to act as though he didn't know her.

'Sam, I presume?' Bela asked casually. 'I'm your lawyer'

'Kill me now' Sam muttered under his breath.


Dean paced back and forth in his motel room. He didn't like it one little bit, but it seemed to be Sam's only chance now. Bobby would never pass off as a lawyer and Dean wouldn't know the first thing about enforcing the law other than it's a major pain in the ass. Besides, he knew more how to break it than to enforce it. Bela was smart and convincing, plus she could play the part with ease, which was what Dean hated most. Dean saved lives all the time while Bela Talbot made profits, yet it kills him that she is his brother's only hope right now.

'Damnit Sam!' Dean snapped. 'I'm gonna kick your ass!' he growled and then looked over to the wall near their beds. It was decorated with newspaper clippings, articles and photos. Dean was so sure it was a Woman in White case, so at least he had some form of distraction while Bela worked her magic, hopefully.


'Losing your temper like that' Bela sighed. 'It was kinda of amateur Sam, even for you' she told him, but figured he knew that now anyway.

'Yeah. Well' Sam frowned. 'Can you get me out of here or not?' he sighed.

'You're the one that went to law school, you tell me'

'You don't know?' Sam asked and practically gave up then.

'What do I look like…Erin Brocovitch?' Bela frowned and then sighed heavily. 'There is some chance, and that's if you give Dean up'

'What? No!'

'Dean made a run for it' Bela stated. 'It's not like they'll be able to arrest him'

'Exactly, which means they won't let me go until they do' Sam frowned. 'There has to be another way'

Bela rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. 'Fine' she said. 'I'll get you out of here'

'At what cost?' Sam raised an eyebrow, knowing Bela too well.

'Nothing, I'm being genuinely helpful' Bela replied smugly.

'Of course you are' Sam said sarcastically. 'Because that's what you do best: helping people'

'Look, do you want to get out of here or not?' Bela looked at him in clear impatience.


Dean parked the Impala and got out. He opened the trunk and used a shotgun to support it open. Dean grabbed several items and headed into the cemetery. He went to burn the woman's bones, praying that Bela was being of some less-painful use and will get his brother out soon, since it was well past midnight now.


'I'm tired' Sam muttered, not in the slightest mood for any more interrogating and being hit with accusations.

'Too bad' Judith frowned.

'Ah' Sam shoved Bela, waking her.

'Hm?' she looked up and turned serious again. 'Why are we still doing this at…' Bela held up Sam's arm to see the time, which just made her look more confused.

'We need answers Sam' Judith frowned at him. 'And you still haven't told us why you killed Jessica'

'I didn't!' Sam snapped. 'I swear, I did not kill her'

'Then how do you explain the fire?' Judith asked, unconvinced.

'Don't answer that' Bela said, trying to be somewhat convincing as a lawyer, which she'd rather die then actually become.

'Shut up' Sam told her, he was really over this and did not want to go through another second of this crap. 'Electrical shortage? Or…or maybe it was some kind of demon?' he glared.

Bela glanced at Sam, a bit surprised. 'Don't say anything else' she told him, this time not to try and fit her role but to stop him from getting himself in more trouble, which he seemed to have a talent for.

'You're not getting out of here until I get answers' Judith told them.

'Yeah? Well maybe you-' Sam stood up to argue more but Bela grabbed him, yanking him back down.

'Sam, enough' she said firmly.

He pouted a bit and resorted to staring angrily at his hands that sat upon the table.

'I need a word with you' Bela said to Judith and the two women reluctantly left the room.

Sam glanced up as the door closed and counted the seconds on his watch.

'I don't think…that Sam…he…' Bela frowned and placed a hand on her stomach, wincing.

'I ain't falling for that trick' Judith sighed but watched as Bela collapsed to her knees in pain, coughing up blood.


Sam tapped his fingers against the table for a few more seconds and then detached the paperclip from his pocket that Bela had snuck there while he was yelling at Judith. Sam jumped up from his seat and opened the door slightly, seeing paramedics and more agents nearby, but the exit unguarded.

'Too easy' Sam realized and looked around a bit more, spotting a door leading to a loading area. He checked the coast was clear and made a run for it. As he reached the designated door, he glanced back and saw Bela being lifted into an ambulance, noticing the blood on her shirt. He frowned a bit in confusion but dashed out of there.


Dean parked the Impala outside the motel room and went inside for a shower. He spotted Sam by his bed changing shirts and grinned.

'Hey Sammy' he said. 'I take it Miss Bitch saved your ass? That thought alone is going to keep me up at night' he then sighed. 'How'd she do it?'

'It's Sam' was his brother's only reply and only then Dean noticed the darker look on Sam's face.

'What happened?' he asked. 'Did she make you give her a-'

'Just shut up!' Sam snapped. 'I've had enough of your crap okay?' He frowned and shook his head. Sam bit his lip for a moment and then sighed. 'Sorry, just…tired'

'See? This is why I drink coffee' Dean stated. 'Where is Bela now?'

'Hospital?' Sam shrugged. 'I dunno'

'Hospital? Please tell me you mean the morgue cuz that would make me sleep for a week' Dean grinned at the thought. 'Wait, seriously?'

Sam shrugged. 'Call Bobby, see if she's okay…I'm going to bed' Sam frowned and lay on top of his bed covers, facing away from Dean.

Dean watched Sam's un-responding back for a moment and then called Bobby.

'And is she okay?' Dean asked Bobby once they'd gone over what had happened.

'Who Bela?' Oh yeah, she's fine' Bobby sighed. 'One hell of a trick she pulled though' he said.

'I hate to admit this…but she's got style' Dean frowned.

'So you keep saying' Bobby said. 'Anyways ah, I gotta go...been a long night n all'

'Yeah, tell me about it'

'Ah…is Sam okay?' Bobby questioned.

'Yeah, I think so…why?' Dean frowned, feeling something was being kept from him.

'Ah nothing, just worried. Well, sit tight you idgit' Bobby sighed and hung up, turning to face Bela.

'Pay up' Bela held out her hand. 'I kept my end of the deal and now it's your turn'


Dean laughed a bit to himself, imagining the reactions that the FBI agents had gotten once they'd found Sam gone…the screams Judith must've unleashed.

'Good night Sammy' Dean sighed and went for a shower; unaware his brother was far from asleep.

Sam lay on his side, tears slipping down his face as he bit his lip and tried to keep them at bay. Sam reached up with one hand and wiped his face quickly once he'd heard the bathroom door shut. Sam fought to steady his breath but it was uncontrollable. More tears slid down his cheeks and onto his now-soaked pillow. His silent pain of recent events that he kept well hidden from even his own brother…

Teaser:

For what started out as a normal hunt…

'Well, that's that done' Dean smirked, wiping some blood from his face.

'Yeah' Sam nodded.

Was anything but normal…

'I-I didn't do anything!' Darren trembled and held his hands up in defense.

'Yeah, why should we believe you?' Dean asked.

'Better safe then sorry' Dean shrugged to his brother.

'No! no, please! Don't kill me!' Darren pleaded

A nest leader's desperate fight for survival…

'Can't you hunters just leave us the hell alone?' growled Baron. 'We have as much right to live as you do!'

'You're wrong, you kill people' Sam gasped as the guy had his throat.

'So do you' Baron snarled.

Makes him a force to be reckoned with!

But he's not alone…

'He would be very furious if we killed them now' Baron sighed.

Out from the shadows, a new evil is rising

The man was quite tall, about 6 feet tall and was utterly bald. He checked no one had seen him and then faded away.

That's the least of their problems…

'Think about it, Dean wouldn't ever kill his brother right?'

'Dean!' Sam yelled as they grabbed his brother and dug their teeth into his neck.

'Sam, you and your brother…along with hunters like you scum…you've been hunting my kind for years! But we're going to make sure at least one vampire lives…you'

Coming soon…