Title: Winchester Witness Protection
Author: Tigergirl
Rated: M
Disclaimer: I do not own SPN. Only original characters not otherwise recognized.
Summary: Dean Winchester is the infamous leader of the most dangerous group in all of North America. Sam Winchester is his baby brother who has been tucked away in Witness Protection for the last five years. The Marshals assure him he's safe from his brother, but his brother has enemies. And they have him in their sights.
CHAPTER ONE
"So then the jerk leaves me there to…Tom? Tom, are you listening?"
Hazel eyes flickered upwards. The blonde woman across from him was glaring. Tom smiled.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
She let out a loud huff.
"I swear, Tom, it's like your off on your own little world sometimes," she scolded.
Tom rolled his eyes.
"Just got things on my mind, Cindy," he explained.
This time, it was her turn to roll her eyes. She speared a piece of her salad and brought the fork up to her mouth.
"You're lucky you're good at sorting shit, Tom. You have the attention span of a gnat."
Tom snorted, but let the conversation continue as Cindy returned to her rant about her date. Once their hour was up, they cleaned up and returned to the desks. Tom put his things away before wandering back into the video room. He picked up a clipboard and continued marking the names of the videos on the shelves.
When he finished marking the videos, he set the clipboard down and started moving them to the new shelfing. After the shelf was cleared, he started on the next shelf. The process repeated as he checked off and moved shelves of movies. He only stopped once for a bathroom and a water break.
When four o'clock finally rolled around, Tom returned to his desk to gather his things. Cindy walked by as he was shutting down his computer.
"Have a good weekend, Tom," she said.
Tom nodded to her with a small smile. He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed out. He nodded to others who wished him a good weekend. He caught the city bus as it was pulling up to his stop.
Knowing he was in for a long ride, Tom pulled out his headphones and started up a podcast. He was on the third podcast when his stop came up. The man walked down the street, crossed over, and walked up the driveway of a small home with a blue mailbox out front.
Stepping inside, Tom sighed as he looked around his plain home. If he blinked and imagined hard enough, Sam could see his old home back in Kansas. The tall man sighed again before putting his bag down and slipping his jacket off. His arm was halfway up to the peg when he heard a knock at the door.
Sam's eyes flew to the solid wooden door. He waited until another hard knock rapped on the door. Slowly, he approached the door. His heart started beating rapidly with each step. Taking a deep breath, Sam pressed his eye up to the peephole.
After seeing who was on the other side, Sam sighed. He twisted the doorknob and let it swing open as he stepped back. The door opened to reveal a tall, skinny man with dark skin. Sam waited until the man came in and closed the door behind him to speak.
"Hello, Marshal Walker. How can I help you?" Sam asked.
The man smiled.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Tom? You can call me Gordon," he grinned.
Sam snorted while crossing his arms over his chest.
"Has there been any changes in my situation?" Sam questioned.
Gordon chuckled.
"You mean your placement in the program?" Glare. "No, that's still very much intact."
Sam rolled his eyes before turning to walk back down the hall and to the kitchen. Gordon followed shortly after him. He found Sam popping open a soda can from the fridge. He took a sip of it before placing it down on the counter behind him. With his eyes downcast, Sam leaned back against it with his hands on the edges of the counter.
"The Marshal Service can't keep lying to me. My brother escaped custody five years ago and you're no closer to finding him," Sam said.
"That's not tr-…" Gordon started.
Sam's head snapped up.
"Dean won't be found if he doesn't want to be found. The Marshal Service doesn't get this. Dean leads The Shadows. The most dangerous group here in the United States. Possibly the whole world."
Gordon raised an eyebrow.
"You may be exaggerating a little bit," Gordon replied.
Sam raised an eyebrow in return.
"Oh? Do you have an older brother who used to be in Special Ops? Who led so many secret missions they were close to naming a fucking building after him? Who leads a group of men, possibly women too, that we know nothing about?"
Gordon remained silent. Sam nodded firmly.
"Thought so. I'm fine. I'm working part-time at the office downtown. I go back and forth from work to home every day. I change each weekend up. Last weekend was the museum. This weekend will be the farmer's market. I don't reach out to anyone I knew or anyone back in Kansas."
Gordon nodded.
"As it should be. Just checking in, Tom."
Sam had to fight back the urge to roll his eyes again. Gordon exchanged a few words with him before departing.
After his watch dog left, Sam cooked dinner for himself. He read a book while eating at the small dining table. He tried to lose himself in his book, but he ended up closing it only after a few pages. Instead, the man found himself reminiscing of his past.
Six years ago, his big brother Dean had been found guilty of murdering several high ranked officials in the U.S. Army and suspected of treason. Dean had sat calmly through it all. He had never spoken in court, aside from his not guilty plea. He hadn't wanted to, but Sam had been forced by a subpoena to speak at his brother's trial.
The United States Marshal Service had taken him into the Witness Protection Program after his brother had escaped. It turns out a year after his sentencing and waiting on death row, Dean had somehow escaped. Searching for clues of how he escaped or where he would go, they turned his jail cell upside down. They had found evidence in Dean's jail cell of articles and pictures of Sam with a message written in a journal of him planning to "take care of Sammy."
He had spent the first three years working at a veterinary office in Florida. After concerns his location had been compromised, Sam had been moved to his current home in North Carolina. It had been hard because he had just graduated high school a month before Dean's escape. He had celebrated his twenty-fourth birthday a couple of weeks ago.
It had always been him and Dean against the world. Dean had dropped out of high school at age eighteen and joined up straight to the U.S. Army. Their parents hadn't been pleased about that, but there had been little they could do with him reaching eighteen. Sam had encouraged him the whole time.
Once in the Army, Dean's talents had been recognized quickly and he had been recruited for Special Forces. He had only been two years in the military when their parents had died in a car accident. Sam had only been 11.
"Everything's going to be okay, Sammy. I'm going to take care of you."
After the funeral, Sam had moved in with their "Uncle" Bobby in Kansas. Dean hadn't returned to work until he had been sure Sam was settled in. Sam had seen him in bits and pieces of the years as he continued with his missions.
Sam hadn't even known his brother was state side when the report of the deaths of six highly ranked officials in the U.S. Army had come in. Dean had appeared in Bobby's kitchen that morning, only minutes after the news broke. The older male had squeezed the back of his neck and leaned his head close against his.
"Trust me, Sammy?"
Smile.
"Always, Dean."
Losing his brother to prison and an eventual death sentence had been one thing. Hearing about Bobby's death after two years in the program had burned more. He had wanted nothing more than to attend Bobby's funeral, but instead he had been relocated and forced to uproot again.
He had wanted nothing more than to escape.
"It's for the greater good, Sam. Your brother is dangerous."
"If only you morons knew just how little you know about him," Sam mumbled as he pushed himself up from the table.
END OF CHAPTER ONE