DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only characters you don't recognize. The only thing I know about trials is what I've seen on t.v. And I'm aware that I'm rushing through the other two witnesses and I apologize.
Two days later, the Winchesters walked into the court room. With them were fourteen-year old Mark Towers and fourteen-year old Randy Smith, along with their parents. Sam blew out a breath.
"You'll be fine," their attorney, Kevin Jacobson assured.
"Yeah. And if you guys get nervous, just look at us," Dean added. They sat down. Just then, a woman in a black robe came out.
"All rise. The honerable Judge Nancy Wilkins residing," the baliff stated. Everyone stood up.
"Be seated," Judge Wilkins told them. Then, she started and had the boys sworn in. Mark went first and proceeded to tell the court how Miss Thompson would constantly ask him to stay behind after class or to see her in between classes. He went on to state that she would force him to undress and have sex with her. After Kevin was done with his line of questioning, it was the defense attorney's tone. The man, Lars Greer, was brutal and ruthless, and within minutes, Mark had completely broken down. The same thing happened with Randy.
"Dad, this guy is totally destroying them," Dean whispered urgently. John shushed his son, but had to admit he was worrried to. Then it was Sam's turn. The boy blew out a deep breath.
"Take it easy, Sam. Just look at me," Kevin soothed. Then, "You moved here with your brother and father six months ago. Correct?"
"Yes, Sir," Sam confirmed.
"When was the first time your relationship with Miss Thompson went from professional to personal?" Kevin queried.
"A few weeks after school started. I got a bad grade on a paper and she asked if I could stay behind. Seemed like a normal thing to do," Sam answered.
"What did you two talk about?" Kevin queried.
"My grade, whether I should get tutoring...stuff like that," Sam replied.
"And then what happened?" Kevin wondered.
"It---changed," Sam responded with some difficulty.
"Changed? How?" Kevin queried.
"She---she started hitting on me," Sam answered.
"Hitting on you? What do you mean?" Kevin asked.
"She started staring at me like she was looking me over," Sam told him.
"How did that make you feel?" Kevin queried.
"Dirty. I didn't like it and I told her that," Sam responded. He went on with his story. When he was finished, Lars walked up to the stand.
"Sam, you claim that the abuse went on for six months," he stated.
"It did," Sam insisted, a quiver escaping in his voice.
"You expect us to believe that molestation could happen for six months without somebody getting suspicious?" the man queried.
"Objection. Confrontational and argumentative," Kevin said.
"Sustained," approved Judge Wilkins. "Rephrase the question," she requested.
"Didn't anybody ever notice that she called you in so often?" Lars queried.
"She was slick. Knew how to cover her tracks," Sam responded.
"How come you never told anybody?" Lars wondered.
"I wanted to. But she said no one would believe me," Sam answered, his voice cracking.
"Sam, could it be that you misconstrued her good intentions for something else?" Lars asked.
"No," Sam answered. Only Dean and John heard the slight edge.
"Easy, Sammy," Dean muttered.
"Isn't is possible that you initiated each of your encounters because you became obsessed with her and when she tried to let you down gently, you attacked her?"
"NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!" Sam screamed, jumping up.
"Order! Order!" Judge Wilkins bellowed, banging her gavel. The court was recessed.
"I gotta go to the bathroom," Sam muttered to his father, and then took off.
"I can't believe that man. Deliberately berating Mark and Randy," Mr. Towers fumed.
"It's likely that they won't have to testify again," Kevin assured the parents of Mark and Randy.
"You're right. We won't," Mark agreed.
"We can't do it," added Randy.
"Now wait---" the man began.
"You heard them. Just leave us alone," Mrs. Smith interrupted. With that, they walked out. Dean turned his father.
"Dad, Sammy can't do this by himself," he said urgently. John looked at his son. He knew the boy was right. But he wasn't going to force the other kids to testify.
"Dad, what do we do?" Dean questioned quietly. John just shook his head helplessly.