Once John, Sammy and Dean arrived at the police station, they were introduced to the lawyer who would be prosecuting Kenny's case. His name was Mitchell Stone. He was in his early forties wuth dark brown hair and blue eyes. He stood about 6'3.
"Hi Sammy, my name's Mitchell Stone, but you can call me Mitch. I am going to be the lawyer prosecuting Kenny Miller," said Mitch. He couldn't help but notice Sammy wince when he said Kenny's name.
Mitchell Stone didn't believe in talking down to children. Just because they were young didn't mean they didn't count or didn't understand what was going on around them. He could tell that Sammy was scared at the thought of seeing Kenny again.
"Sammy, you're here to pick the person who hurt you out of a line up. Now you will be able see them, but they can't see you. This is one sided glass you can see through it, but they can't see you," said Mitch.
Mitch gave the okay and five young men walked into the lineup box. The each held up a card with a number on it. Kenny was holding up the number four.
"Sammy, if you recognize someone tell me their number," prompted Mitch.
Sammy eyes had widened in fear when he saw Kenny. He remembered what Mitch told him. He can't see me. Sammy kept repeating that thought over and over in his head.
"Number four. It's Kenny," Sammy said softly.
"Are you sure," asked Mitch.
"Yes," said Sammy. He was starting to shake a little. Sammy knew Kenny couldn't see him, but he was getting upset just being in the same building as him.
"Can I take Sammy home now?" asked John. He knew that Sammy needed to be at home resting.
"Sure. Sammy you did really well today," said Mitch looking Sammy right in the eye.
Sammy went and joined Dean who had been waiting outside. Dean was staring at a pair of handcuffs lying on a desk. He was pretty sure that he could pick the lock on them if he had paperclip.
"How did it go Sammy?" asked Dean. He was really worried about Sammy. After hearing what Kenny had done to his brother he had wanted to kill Kenny himself.
Sammy didn't say anything. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. His stomach was starting to hurt again and he didn't think that he could stand up much longer. John stayed behind to talk to Mitch.
"So, is that all you need from Sammy?" asked John. He just wanted all of this to be over for his son.
"If Kenny decides to plead not guilty, there will be a trial. We'll need Sammy to testify. Kenny's arraignment is this afternoon. I'll know then whether or not there's going to be a trial," said Mitch.
"I don't think Sammy will like that," sighed John.
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Mitch said that he would call as soon as he knew anything. John and the boys left and headed home. Sammy fell asleep in the car on the ride home. When they reached the complex, John parked the car. He picked Sammy up and carried him in the house. It was the first time Sammy had been home since he was attacked.
Sammy started to wake up as they entered their home. When he realized where he was he got frightened and started crying again. John carried him into his bedroom. He sat on Sammy's bed and held him as he cried himself to sleep.
After Sam was asleep John went out and sat on the sofa. He rubbed his hand over his face. He was frustrated. He didn't know how to help his son when Sammy didn't feel safe in his own home. John was still trying to figure that one out when Dean emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate with three sandwiches on it.
"I made us something to eat. Do you think Sammy's hungry?" asked Dean.
"Sammy's sleeping. Right now he really needs his rest. Today took a lot out of him," said John.
"Dad, we're going to make Kenny pay to what he did to Sammy, right? He can't hurt Sammy like that and get away with it. We have to do something," growled Dean.
"Dean right now we have to let the police and the prosecutor handle this one," said John. He couldn't believe the words that just came out of his mouth. He wanted to hurt that bastard Kenny, but he knew that right now Sammy needed him. His only focus right now needed to be his son and he couldn't do that if he was in jail for killing Kenny.
"But Dad, he hurt Sammy. He can't get away with that," cried Dean.
John was bout to say something, but the sound of the phone ringing stopped him. He picked it up. It was Mitchell Stone.
"John, I'm sorry to bother you, but Kenny Miller pled not guilty at his arraignment. It looks like this is going to go to trial after all. I know it's going to be tough on Sammy, but his testimony will be very important," said Mitch.
John was beginning to think that maybe he should take care of Kenny on his own after all. Sammy's too young to handle a trial and having to testify thought a worried John.
Mitchell knew that John might say no. He was probably afraid of the toll a trial could take on his son.
"John, I know that a trial will be a lot for Sammy to handle, but if we want to make sure that Kenny is put away for a long, we will need Sammy's testimony," said Mitch.
"What about Molly? She was there. Can't she testify?" asked John.
"Her parents have sent her away to her aunt's. They're refusing to let her testify. Look John I can't even begin to imagine how you must have felt coming home and seeing your son like that, but I know you must want Kenny to pay for what he did. I want him in jail where he can't hurt anyone else again. If I could do this without Sammy's testimony I would," replied Mitch.
"He's been through so much, I'm just afraid that a trial might be too much for him," said John.
"Look, how about you Sammy and me get together tomorrow. We can just talk," offered Mitch.
"Make it Tuesday. Sammy really needs the rest," said John.
"Okay, Tuesday it is," agreed Mitch.
John hung up the phone and went to go check on Sammy. Dean was already in the room keeping watch over his brother as he slept. John told him to go start on his homework because he had school the next day. Dean didn't want to leave his brother's side, but John insisted. He told Dean that he would stay with Sammy.
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Two days later John and Sammy were sitting inside Mitchell Stone's office. Dean had wanted to come, but John didn't want him to miss school.
"Sammy, I'm sure your dad has told you why you're here. Now do you know what a trial is?" said Mitch.
Sammy shook his head. Mitch went on to explain the ins and outs of a trial to him. He explained what it meant to testify. He explained how Kenny's lawyer would get to ask him questions too. Sammy listened to every word that Mitch said. He was a little scared by the whole thing, but he was also fascinated by it as well. He liked Mitch because he did not talk down to him like some adults do to children.
"If I tell what happened to me will Kenny go to jail?" asked Sammy.
"If the jury convicts him he will. Your testimony will help see that he is convicted," answered Mitch.
John had been silent for most of the meeting. He knew that he needed to let Sammy ask his questions. He was still unsure about letting Sammy testify, but if it would help his son he'd allow it.
"I want to do it," stated Sammy.
"Are you sure Sammy?" asked John.
"Yes," replied Sammy.
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The trial wasn't scheduled to start for another week. Sammy had stayed home from school resting. Dean brought home his schoolwork for him. John was trying to help Sammy with it. It had been a long time since John had done long division. Now he remembered why he used to hate it so much.
John and Sammy went to go pick Dean up from school. He had stayed late to work on a social studies project with some classmates. John parked the Impala and looked at his watch. They were a few minutes early. Sammy, sitting in the backseat, was telling John all about an episode of Scooby Doo he had watched earlier.
"It wasn't really a werewolf Daddy. It was the old caretaker in a costume. You should have seen how scared Shaggy and Scooby were," said Sammy laughing. I bet Daddy didn't get that scared when he hunted that werewolf last year Sammy thought.
Sammy's laughter was music to John's ears. He had been afraid that he wouldn't hear his son laugh like that again.
Sammy suddenly went quiet. John turned around to look at his son. Sammy's eyes were wide with fear and he had started rocking back and forth slightly. John looked out the window to see what had scared Sammy. What he saw made his blood boil. Standing with a group of kids near the playground was Kenny. Apparently he had made bail.
"Sammy, it's okay," said John reaching over to seat to put his hand on Sammy's shoulder.
"Daddy, don't let him get me," whispered Sammy.
"It's okay, I won't let him near you," said John soothingly.
Just then Dean walked out of school. He said goodbye to his friend Steve and ran over to the Impala. He pulled open to door and climbed in the front seat. He immediately noticed that something was wrong with Sammy.
"Dad what's wrong with Sammy?" asked a worried Dean.
"Kenny's here," growled an angry John.
Dean looked out the window and saw Kenny walking over to where Steve was waiting for the late bus. Kenny had went over to Steve and started hassling him. Steve was trying to ignore him, but Kenny wouldn't let up.
"Dad can we give Steve a ride home?" asked Dean.
"Absolutely," said John. He too had noticed Kenny bothering the boy and didn't think it was safe for him to wait by himself for the bus.
John drove the Impala over to where Steve was waiting. Dean rolled down his window and stuck his head out.
"Hey Steve, my dad can give you a ride home if you want," said Dean.
A grateful Steve hopped in the car. He was relieved to be away from Kenny.
"Thanks Mr. Winchester," said Steve.
"No problem," replied John.
As they pulled away Kenny saw Sammy sitting in the backseat. He fixed Sammy with his nastiest glare. Sammy whimpered a little and slid down in his seat.
"So what was Kenny saying to you?" asked Dean.
"He kept talking about my sister Tracey, like saying how he can't wait to see her when she gets back. Thanks to him she's not coming back. My parents are sending her to live with our grandparents in New Jersey when she finishes rehab," Steve sadly spoke.
"Your sister dated Kenny, didn't she?" asked John.
"Yeah she dated Kenny for awhile. He dumped her after she overdosed on speed and had to have her stomach pumped. Now she's in rehab," said Steve bitterly.
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After dropping Steve off the Winchester's returned home. Sammy was still pretty shaken up after having seen Kenny at the school. John got Sammy settled on the sofa watching cartoons. Normally he would have made Dean do his homework, but he let him keep Sammy company, watching tv. John had a phone call to make and he didn't want Sammy to be alone.
John was furious that Kenny was out on bail and able to go wherever he pleased. John decided to call Mitch and let him know where Kenny was hanging out.
"Hey, Mitch. It's John Winchester. I just wanted to let you know that when I picked Dean up from school today, Kenny Miller was there. He was hanging around a bunch of kids. Then he started hassling one of Dean's friends. He saw Sammy in the car with me," said John.
"How is Sammy?" asked a concerned Mitch.
"He's pretty shook up. I'm going to have a hard time getting him to sleep tonight," sighed John.
"Would it be alright if I came over and talked to him?" asked Mitch.
"Sure," said John. He wasn't sure how Mitch could help his son, but he was willing to let the man try.
A little while later there was a knock at the door. Dean asked who it was and checked through the peephole before letting Mitch into the condo. His dad had said that Mitch was coming over, but Dean was still being cautious.
"Hi Dean. Hi Sam," said Mitch.
Dean went to go let his dad know that Mitch was there.
"Hi Mitch. What are you doing here?" asked Sammy.
"I'm here to see you. Your Dad told me that you saw Kenny today," said Mitch.
Sammy flinched when he heard Kenny's name, but he didn't say anything. Mitch continued.
"It's okay if you were scared. After what happened to you it's normal," said Mitch.
"Do you ever get scared?" asked Sammy.
"Yes, I do," answered Mitch.
"You get scared," said Sammy incredulously. He couldn't believe that somebody who put bad guys in jail for a living could get scared.
"The first person I ever prosecuted was this guy Vince Parker. He had robbed a gas station and shot the attendant in the leg. When I had to make my opening statement I was scared out of mind. What if I messed up, what if he got off? I felt like I wouldn't be able to look the victim in the eye. But you know what, even though I was scared I did my job anyway. I won my first case and Vince was sent to jail. I still get a little scared before every case," said Mitch truthfully.
"You do?" Sammy still couldn't believe someone like Mitch got ever got scared.
"Yeah I do, but if I let that fear rule me I'd never be able to do my job," said Mitch.
"I'm scared too, but I'm going to testify against Kenny," said Sammy. I'm going to be brave like Mitch, my daddy and Dean thought Sammy.
"If you ever need to talk Sammy, just give me a call," said Mitch.
John had been standing the kitchen listening to the conversation the whole. He hadn't wanted to interrupt. He walked out into the living room.
"Sammy, buddy it's almost bedtime. Go put brush your teeth and put your pj's on," said John.
"Okay Daddy. Goodnight Mitch," said Sammy as he headed towards his bedroom.
"Goodnight Sammy," said Mitch.
"Thanks, Mitch. Thanks for talking to Sammy," said John.
"I hope I was able to help," said Mitch as he was leaving.
John headed towards Sammy's room to tuck him in. He was sitting on his bed talking to Dean. John told Dean to go finish his homework.
"Okay, kiddo it's time for bed," said John smiling down at his youngest.
"Daddy, will you read me a story?" asked Sammy holding out Curious George Rides a bike.
"Sure thing," said John taking the book from Sammy.
By the time Curious George rode his bike in the big circus finale Sammy was asleep. John leaned in and kissed Sammy on the forehead, before pulling up the blanket and heading out of the room.
More to Come