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"Sure you're up for this?" Sitting in his familiar seat and hurdling the items he had just purchased at the corner store into the back of the Impala, Sam looked over at his healing and obviously still not up to par brother. He couldn't help but notice that Dean shifted uncomfortably in the driver's seat.

"We'll unless you have a better idea." As his back cracked, a sting of pain traveled up him that he tried to pass off as not that bad. "Courtroom is deserted, we know who it is, what it is, and we have a good plan to…

"Yeah…okay…just."

"Just what?" He shot Sam a knowing and daring glance.

Sam sighed. That particular look he knew well. He never won any argument with Dean once he got that look- the "you are not changing my mind, so stow the crap." Look. "Okay, so this is still a bad idea."

"Again, got any?"

"But we have never tried to do a binding spell before and we don't even know if it will work."

"Still waiting on that better idea, Sammy. If we can contain her to a room…uh…uh..uh..an object..then we can stop her from hurting people. Besides, do you know where the head is? Huh…didn't think so……So unless you have a photon gun, Egon Spengler, I don't see we have much choice. ""

"Well, okay…there… Venkman. Forget what I said about you not being up to this… At least your smart mouth is back to 100."

"Ha.."

"But, doing a summoning spell, then a binding spell is going to be a new one for us. This may go bad fast."

"Good, Bad, I'm the Guy With The Gun"

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Dean and Sam were grateful that no one was around the courthouse anymore to ask questions or impede their work. Still Sam was more than alert of dangers as he crouched at Sue's Office locked door. "I would feel better if we had more than Jan's paintings for a personal object." Sam grimaced as he picked the office door. Deciding it was best for him to take the lead should anything happen. He wasn't entirely sure about this plan, much less let Dean face danger.

"Well, she labored over those and took the Justice form, so…it's all we got. And the spell says we have to bind her to something personal, so she becomes attached to it. Lock away the paintings…we got this one taken care of."

The pick plunged into the lock mechanism forcing the tumblers to align and open under Sam's skillful hands."We're in."

"Oh….just like I taught you… nice and easy."

"Come on.." Sam wanted to yank Dean in, but thought better of it. Luckily, his brother was right behind him when he entered the room. "I'll get them." Quickly he sprinted to the paintings and removed them one by one. "She was an incredible artist."

"Yeah. Told you they were awesome… something so real, creepy, and…"

"Dean? Are you giving an art critique?"

Scratching his head, Dean looked sheepish. "No… they are just cool that's all."

"Nice to know you appreciate more than chili fries and Resident Evil movies."

"Come on! Let go. Everybody's a comedian."

"Where do you want to trap her?"

"Basement?"

"Yeah, cause this place isn't creepy enough… lets go to the basement!" Sam shook his head.

"Wuss….bwak…bwak..Chicken!"

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Bending upon the gritty floor, Sam looked disgusted as his hand slipped in the grime. The youngest Winchester scooted around to draw a perfect salt circle. Black grime covered his hands and knees. Sam spread out the linens they took from the motel as the basis for his alter. "I like that you are just standing there watching as I crawl around on all fours."

"I am so not touching that line… and I am supervising."

Sam placed all the items upon the cloth, readying the double spells. Aligning the candles, lavender, wormwood, coals, and personal items on the Winchester slapdash altar, he was surprised what they could come up with on budget.

Dean stared off in the darkness as if he was deep in thought, while Sam lighted incenses and candles. Really, he was trying to let a back spasm not alarm Sam.

"Dean? You want to step inside the salt circle…uh….please."

Side stepping into the circle, Dean tried to lower himself to Sam's level. "Uh…no… I think I prefer you standing, if this goes bad… I don't want you at a disadvantage."

Merely responding with a classic Dean Winchester eye roll, he remained standing, listening to his brother recite something he half paid attention to. Even though the spell was his idea, Dean half paid attention to the first time Sam found it on the internet and told him about it,. Dean was just proud he didn't laugh as Sam rang the bell seven times to summon the spirit.

"We'll how long do you think it will take before…"

"Sam.. I would say, we have a new friend." Turning his head to the direction that Dean stood watching. "You don't think she remembers me do you…" Dean laughed nervously like he was just caught by a girl's father with his hand in the cookie jar. 'Hey… how you doing? Sam, think we could…uh…hurry this up… she is kinda staring at me."

The spirit twitched as it locked eyes with Dean in a strange otherworld staring contest. As unnerving as the creature's stare was, he never took his eyes off thing they had summoned. Still flashing the "I'm so innocent" smile, he hoped Sam bound soon. "Any day would be great Sam."

"You have a way with women. Why don't you charm her?"

"Funny…yeaah….." Dean muttered, "freakin' laugh riot."

Sam chuckled as he added sage and started to invoke the spirit binding spell. Waving the sage over the carefully place paintings, Sam watched as the bowl flashed, sealing the spell. "I think that's it."

"Good, cause I don't think she likes me."

Standing up and joining his brother's side, Sam patted his shoulder. "We'll if you were giving me that cheesy grin, I wouldn't like you either."

"Can we just go…NOW."

"Yeah, I'm finished. You can step out now."

"No, I think you need to go first."

"Wuss." Sam enjoyed getting his brother back for his earlier comment. "Come on!" Sam nudged his brother and they both watched as the spirit remained frozen, still staring at Dean. Stepping outside of the protection, the apparition still didn't make a move. "Hell…I think we actually did it."

"Good, can we go Sam…it's still looking at me."

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The courthouse hallway echoes at the Winchesters strutted in unison after they descended the stairs from the basement. Sam wondered if it was a good time to apologize to Dean,

"So..uh.. Dean…earlier, when I got attacked..I…"

"What…I…uh..Man, you would have been a kickass lawyer."

A bit surprise, Sam stopped and looked at Dean. "Really!?"

Dean met Sam's glance fully, stopping to let the moment pass. "Hell yeah… freaking noggin of yours...uh…" He shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't sure if he could ask if Sam wanted to stay, if Sam wanted to be normal. Finally deciding that Sam's happiness was more important than what he wanted, he opened his mouth and sighed a cleansing breath. "When you were in that courtroom…uh…I…"

"Dean…I won't lie… I…"

"I know..it was comfortable….I…"

"Yeah…but, this….what we do.."

"Sam!" His brother yelled in interruption.

"Dean, I want you to listen…I know it bothered…"

"Sam, we have bigger issues at the moment…uh… does that spirit look familiar to you." Dean pointed down the hall.

As a set of chills set in his spine, Sam didn't even want to glance up, but he did. "Uh..this is not good."

"You think!!!!!! Sam, I still don't think she likes me much."

The Justice spirit waited for them at the end of the hallway.