Title: Reader's Special: Second Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz
Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Third Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.
Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Third Edition was a smashing success! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this collection are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!
Chapter Info: For ruby - I'd like for Sam to put the legal skills he learned at Stanford to good use. Maybe he has to go undercover as a lawyer or something like that and I want Dean to come to the realization that Sammy would have been a great lawyer. Cue in proud big brother and awesome Sammy:)what if after Sam wins the case, the bad guy gets sentenced then he gets all crazy, takes out a gun and shoots Sam right there in the courtroom.
A/N: First, set in season 2 oh…anywhere, somewhere in the middle maybe, after 2x12 "Nightshifter". :P Second, I've glossed over the legal stuff because…not a lawyer and the occasional Law and Order: Criminal Intent or CSI marathon doesn't quite bring my legal knowledge up to snuff. LOL Hope you enjoy it all the same!
Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 :D– Friend and Muse's co-conspirator.
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Dean sat in the back of the courtroom and decided this was definitely one of the screwier jobs they'd taken. Hunting a shifter was enough of a pain in the ass, but this jackass had gone and gotten himself arrested and now here they were - Dean sitting in the back, a prosecutor at one table in front of the judge and Sam at the other standing beside the shifter and masquerading as his lawyer all so they could get the thing off and gank it once they did. He snorted softly and grinned at the elderly woman who turned to give him a dirty look.
It was humbling however, seeing his little brother like this. Dean suddenly began to imagine the kind of future Sam would have had if he'd never come for him…if the demon hadn't burned Jess in front of him. He sighed and tried to pay attention again. Sam was rattling off legalese like a pro and he knew it. Dean could see the confident set of his shoulders as he stood beside his client, shifter or not, and defended him to the judge. He could tell the prosecutor was beginning to get nervous. He'd started sweating a little while ago and kept sending irritated looks over at Sam while the judge looked on him with growing respect. Sam was going to win this. Dean smiled.
"Court is adjourned for lunch for one hour." The judge banged his gavel and stood. "Counselors."
Dean waited for Sam to make his way back to him and followed him out into the corridor. "You're kickin' some ass in there, Sammy. Color me impressed."
Sam actually blushed lightly with the praise. "Never thought I'd be standing in a courtroom."
Dean slapped him on the shoulder. "Come on. I'm starvin'."
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Sam sat back from the sandwich he'd only managed half of with his twisting stomach and sighed. "I think Barry knows something's off."
Dean snorted. "Hard to take a creature seriously when you know last week Barry was Gretel the hot blonde."
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, well, that aside, he was giving me a funny look in court right before recess." He shrugged his shoulders in the suit. "Maybe he did get a look at me that night."
"No way, man," Dean shook his head. "I knocked him on his ass, and then the cops showed up and nabbed him before you got there."
Sam nodded. "Alright." They had chased him into the sewers and back out again. Dean had sent Sam around to cut him off on the narrow city streets and by the time he'd found his brother, Dean was watching as a police cruiser pulled away with their prey. "I don't understand why he doesn't just shift into one of the guards or something and get himself out. Why's he bothering with the whole court thing?"
"Maybe he likes listening to you wax all poetic about his better character?" Dean teased. "Ow!" He jumped when Sam kicked him under the table and laughed. "I'm kidding. I don't know. Maybe he's getting off on it."
"This is one screwy case." Sam checked his watched. "We should get back. Ten minutes left." He rolled his eyes. "I have to be there when my client comes in."
Dean chuckled and got up, following him out. "I'm gonna enjoy ganking this thing once you get him out. Should have been over and done with this job two days ago."
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Sam watched Barry walk into the court room ahead of the bailiff and couldn't suppress the feeling that the shifter knew he was looking at a Hunter when he looked at Sam. He smiled at Barry anyway when he reached the table and sat and then at the bailiff and motioned Barry back to his feet when the judge arrived.
Dean took his seat in the back of the courtroom once everyone was settled and watched Sam go to work again. He smiled with pride as his little brother systematically took apart the prosecutor's case and showed off that massive brain Dean was always teasing him for. Hell, he couldn't follow half the jargon coming out of his brother's mouth, but he could read people; the prosecutor knew he was screwed and so did the judge. Through it all, Barry sat silently at Sam's side and occasionally glanced over at his little brother with a half-smile that, after a couple hours watching, made something twist in Dean's gut. He was beginning to think Sam might be right and the shifter had seen him.
"Shit," Dean whispered and tried to think how he could get them both out of there and gank the shifter at the same time without getting nailed in a damn courtroom if he had to. He tuned back in to the proceedings as it sounded like it was wrapping up. Sure enough, the judge quickly tossed out the prosecutor's case and apologized to Barry for wasting his time. He stood when the rest of the court did as the judge left and watched the round of handshakes up front as people filed past him and out of the room.
Dean pushed his way out into the aisle and felt a sudden, powerful need to get to his brother. "Excuse me," he mumbled, trying to move against the flow of people and breathed a sigh of relief when the last spectators left the courtroom. He looked up and watched Sam talking to the prosecutor while Barry shook hands with the bailiff. It all seemed to happen in slow motion as Barry slammed a hand into the bailiff's throat, grabbed his gun, turned and fired twice. One round took the prosecutor in the head while the second hit Sam high in the shoulder and took him to his knees.
"NO!" Dean shouted and ran for him.
Barry was a step faster, leaping the table in a feat of strength and wrapped himself around Sam from behind with an arm wedged against his neck and the barrel of the gun pressed to his temple. "Stop!"
Dean skidded to a halt and took stock of the room. The prosecutor was definitely dead, the bailiff was on the floor, scrabbling at his throat with panicked eyes and soon to be dead; and while people screamed in the hall outside, they were alone in the courtroom for the moment. Dean reached to his back and growled in frustration; the metal detectors had forced him to leave his weapons outside in the car.
"Get the hell off him." Dean warned in a low voice and took another step forward. "Sam?"
Sam managed a nod. He had his teeth gritted against the burning pain in his shoulder and the pressure on his throat.
"You kill him. I kill you." Dean promised and met Barry's eyes steadily. "I know what you are."
Barry rolled his eyes. "Well, of course you do. I'd worry about a Hunter who didn't know a shapeshifter when they found one. Back off, Dean. Really." He tightened his arm around Sam's throat until the young man gagged and gasped, smiling when Dean stopped again.
"What the hell's wrong with you anyway?" Dean yelled. "What kind of shifter sits around for a damn week going to court? You could'a got out of here anytime you wanted!"
Barry laughed. "Are you kidding? The chance to screw with two Hunters like the friggin' Winchesters? How could I resist?" He dragged Sam's head back and shoved the barrel of the gun up under his chin until Sam gasped as Dean took two steps forward again angrily. "Keep coming, big brother and he dies right here."
"You're gonna kill him anyway." Dean said surely and saw his brother's barely perceptible nod. It chilled him to the bone that the shifter had played them both this easily. He grimaced at Sam's groan of pain.
"Not necessarily." Barry shook his head and shrugged. "It's possible he walks out of here. It's possible you both do. We're just having a nice conversation right now." He grinned as he felt Sam weigh heavier under his arm. "Although, Sam doesn't seem to be doing so well. Nice job with my defense, by the way. That was impressive, man. Seriously. I was moved."
"Go to hell," Sam ground out between his teeth.
"Probably." Barry agreed cheerfully. "If I was human." He chuckled. "See, I could have killed you." He moved a hand and dug his fingers into the bleeding wound until Sam cried out.
"Leave him alone!" Dean bellowed it and shook with the need to get his brother away from the sick bastard.
"I'm a pretty good shot. I didn't miss." Barry took his fingers out of Sam's wound and flicked drops of blood onto Dean's legs with a smirk. "Consider this my payment for putting up such an expert defense."
"Gee…thanks." Sam snarled it, as angry as he was in pain. He looked up and met his brother's eyes, then glanced over to the table, his briefcase and the papers laid out. He looked back up at Dean and raised a brow.
Dean flicked his gaze to the table, for a moment not comprehending what Sam was trying to tell him and then he saw it; a letter opener on top of the papers…a silver letter opener. He made a mental note to buy his little brother a beer for thinking ahead and getting a weapon past security. "So, what happens now, Barry?" He looked back at the shifter. "You're not walkin' outta here with Sam."
Barry tightened his arm around Sam's neck. "Time to get up, Winchester."
Sam groaned and forced his legs to cooperate so Barry's arm didn't completely cut off his air as the shifter stood behind him and pulled. He was gasping by the time he was standing and wrapped his right hand around his left shoulder to try and brace the wound.
Dean took a step to his right while Barry was getting Sam where he wanted him. He flicked a glance behind him to the doors to the courtroom where the screaming had stopped and he could now hear the steady squawk of police radios. Their time was running out before the cops burst in and got his brother killed. "I promise you get to walk away if you just let him go now, Barry."
Barry snorted with disbelief. "You think I don't know how this works?" He rolled his eyes and tightened his arm around Sam's throat with his superhuman strength until the man was choking and trembling with the lack of oxygen. "I hurt your little brother. I'm well aware that he's my only shot of getting out alive right now." He loosened his grip marginally and let Sam gasp in air.
Sam met Dean's eyes again while he sucked in air and raised a brow. Dean gave him a minute shake of his head and Sam rolled his eyes. He was done being a hostage and had complete faith in his big brother. Sam dropped his full weight on Barry's arm without warning and wrapped his good hand around the gun, shoving it away from his head and toward the ceiling.
"Crap!" Dean watched Sam pull the shifter off balance and drop. The gun went off and knocked chips out of the ceiling as Sam took him down with him and left the shifter's back exposed. Dean jumped to the table and swept the letter opener before turning and driving it down into Barry's back over his heart. The shifter screamed and toppled off Sam's back to the floor as the gun spun away.
"Sammy?" Dean grabbed his brother and rolled him up into his arms as officers burst into the court room.
"I'm ok." Sam assured him hurriedly even as the room spun dizzily. He was vaguely aware of raised voices and then hands tried to pry him away from his brother. Sam fought them.
"Sam. Sammy!" Dean snarled at the medics. "Back the hell off! I've got him!" He glared until they did as he said and Sam settled. Dean rolled his head up so he could see his face. "Come on, buddy. You gotta wake up." He leaned down so only Sam would hear him. "You don't wake up and walk outta here they're gonna drag your ass to a hospital." Yeah, Sam was shot and hurt and bloody, but Dean had already ascertained that it was nothing beyond their skills, and the last thing they needed was to be caught in the middle of the investigation this shooting was going to start.
Sam jerked his head up and fought to open his eyes. "No…no way." He took hold of his brother's arm and looked blearily around at the small army of people in the courtroom. Time in the hospital with cops asking questions put Dean at risk of being recognized from the numerous wanted posters out there. He couldn't risk that. "Ge' me up."
"Sir, if you'll let us take him, we can…"
Dean glared the medic into silence. "He's fine. I got him."
"I'm…ok." Sam managed a shaky smile as Dean pulled him up and steadied him. "S'a graze. He'll take me."
"I'm drivin' him." Dean used the force of his glare to move everyone out of their path as he headed for the door. "Ambulances are notoriously unsafe you know." He gave a smirk as Sam chuckled and missed a step. "Stay on your feet, kiddo. Couple more minutes."
Sam nodded and got his head back up. He coughed and tried to clear his throat. "Think I…earned ice cream."
"What?" Dean rolled his eyes as they reached the stairs and the spectators thinned. "Dude, are you five?"
Sam chuckled and leaned heavier on him once they stepped out into the parking lot. "Neck hurts."
"That's 'cause you've got a damn sign that says 'squeeze here', dude." Dean rolled his eyes and opened the passenger door of the Impala, poured Sam inside and closed it, then leaned on the roof for a moment. He took a deep breath and settled his nerves before going around and getting in behind the wheel. The sight of Sam being choked nearly unconscious with a bullet in his shoulder and a gun against his head had left him more shaken than he wanted to admit. No matter how much danger they faced on an almost daily basis, he would NEVER get used to seeing his brother hurt and in that kind of danger. The fact that he had been unarmed and unable to DO anything about it just made it worse.
"Yes, you can have ice cream, bitch." Dean snorted and pulled away from the courthouse, leaving all the emergency vehicles behind.
Sam eased back in the seat and wrapped his hand under the bullet wound. He glanced over at Dean and rolled his eyes. "You're gonna enjoy digging this bullet out, aren't you?"
"Oh, hell, yeah." Dean nodded firmly and grinned. "Your punishment for goin' all Rambo in there and giving me a damn heart attack."
Sam smiled and let his head fall to the seat wearily, eyes closed. "Knew you had my back. I wasn't worried."
Dean gaped over at him and then rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Remind me to kick your ass later when you can actually put up a fight." He reached over the back seat and brought up a rag, tossing it in Sam's lap. "Don't bleed on my baby." He smiled at his little brother's long-suffering look and put his eyes on the road; satisfied there was one less shifter in the world. He glanced back at him as Sam coughed. "You know…you would'a made an awesome lawyer."
Sam looked over at him, surprised and then smiled sadly as he closed his eyes again. "Thanks, Dean." His brother's words meant more than he would have expected, but at the same time were a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. "It felt good," he added a bit wistfully.
"Make a better Hunter, though." Dean said and cleared his throat. "When you're not being used for target practice." He chuckled as the bloody rag hit him in the side of the head and tossed it back.
"Jerk." Sam said fondly and pressed the rag back to his wound while the praise warmed him. He still mourned the loss of the life he'd almost had, but…this was the life he knew. And if he couldn't have his brother beside him, then it wasn't a life he wanted; not anymore. He smiled. "Don't forget my ice cream."
"Do they have bitch flavored ice cream?" Dean asked with a broad grin. "'Cause that's what you should get. Two scoops."
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The End.
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