A/N: Dean gets a new client and meets Sam for the first time. This case is like any other one at WITSEC and he intends to give it his best. Dean likes Sam instantly and is sorry for what he is going through. Thank you for coming on this journey with me. I do like reviews/comments. NC

Chapter 2

"Winchester, my office," Bobby called to him a couple of days later.

"Yes sir," Dean replied getting up to go into the office.

"Did you screw something up partner?" Jody asked with a smirk. They were always bantering with each other and kept the other in line.

Dean looked back at her and shrugged that he didn't know of anything. He took a seat when Bobby motioned to the chair in front of his desk.

"Did anything come of the Levin witness?" he questioned.

"No, not that I can tell. I've kept an eye on his comings and goings for the past few days, but didn't see anything out of place, nor did I sense anything. I think Robert is being paranoid, but I'll follow up again with him."

"Good. We've got a new witness coming in today; I want you to take point."

"Sure, who is it?"

"A young man was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He saw several guys get shot by some gang members."

"Okay, doesn't sound too difficult."

"There's more," Bobby continued.

"The gang is associated with a drug cartel, and they want him dead. Already tried twice to whack him, but he was lucky and got away."

"So, this is a high priority case?"

"Yes, I need your expertise on this one."

"You got it Boss. When will he get here?"

"After lunch. They're flying him in from Los Angeles. He was a doctor there, so, this will probably be tough on him having to give that kind of career up."

"Married? Girlfriend?"

"No to both. His parents are dead and he's an only child."

"That's one good thing at least. They don't have anyone to leverage against him."

"The paperwork will be ready by the time he gets here."

"Alright, anything else I should know?"

"It's in the file, do your homework." Bobby passed the blue folder to Dean and went back to filling out some paperwork.

Dean got up and went back out to his desk and took a seat.

"What's up?" Jody asked eyeing the folder he had.

"Got a new witness coming in this afternoon," Dean told her. "Has a vicious gang and drug cartel after him."

"Bummer, poor guy. Sounds like he's got the deck stacked against him."

"Yeah, but he has us to watch out for him. As long as he follows the rules, he should be safe."

"That's what we tell all of them," Jody replied. "But you know how that goes…"

"Don't jinx us before he even gets here Jo," Dean cautioned her as he started reading through the file and looking at the photos attached. He turned back to the front and studied the photo of the witness. He had long shaggy hair, a strong angular face, hazel eyes, and clean-shaven face. His eyes held intelligence and a touch of sadness. Dean wondered what his personality was going to be like and hoped he wasn't snobbish and demanding.

"Anything of interest in there?"

"Not much different than most of the others that come through our doors. They each have a story to tell and it's up to us to keep them safe. How did your new witness do this morning?"

"He was all sorts of messed up. Anxious, jumpy, thinks everyone is out to kill him. I got him settled in his new apartment and got some groceries for him. I thought I'd give him a few days to settle and then take him on a couple of job interviews. Hopefully, he'll settle into his new life without any problems."

"Yeah, sometimes it hard for them to accept that their old life is over and they're having to reinvent themselves."

"True, if you're done with that, how about letting me have a look at it."

"Help yourself in case I'm not available for him. You'll be backup if I'm out sick or out of town. I'm going for a cup of coffee, care for one?"

"Sure, if you're going I wouldn't turn down a cup."

Dean got up giving Jody a smile as he strolled to the breakroom for the coffees. His mind was still on the young doctor who would be there that afternoon knowing all too well what he was going to have to give up. He carried the coffees back into the main room and sat one cup on Jody's desk as he watched her read the file.

After sitting back down at his desk, Dean pulled the files from his in box and started doing the paperwork for each one, placing them in his out box as he finished them. The time ticked away, and lunch drew near.

"Okay Dean, flip to see who goes out for lunch," Jody announced as she pulled a coin from her desk drawer. "Call it," she told him tossing the coin in the air and letting it fall in her palm to smack it onto her other hand.

"Heads," Dean quickly said.

"Oh, gee, sorry, guess you get to make the run," Jody smirked as she dropped the coin back into the desk drawer.

"You realize I know when you're cheating, right?" Dean asked her as he arched a brow and gazed knowingly at her.

Jody had been with WITSEC six months longer than Dean and they had hit it off from the beginning. They made good partners and their boss, Bobby Singer, saw that right up front. It was like opposites did attract between them. He let Jody show Dean the ropes and was happy when they seemed to work together so well. Jody was older than Dean and had a motherly sense about her. She took Dean under her wing and formed a close friendship with him.

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Jody and Dean studied the young man that was brought into the conference room and seated at the table. They watched him look around with a worried, serious look on his face as he waited. He clenched his hands together for a moment and then wiped them down the leg of his jeans like he was nervous. His eyes darted around as he took in the room and what he could see outside of it.

"Shall we get this over with?" Jody sighed pushing away from the corner of the desk she was sitting on.

"Might as well," Dean agreed turning to pick up the contracts Bobby had brought him. He tucked them under his arm and made his way to the glass doors, pushing one open and allowing Jody to enter first. "Good afternoon," Dean greeted the witness. "I'm Marshal Winchester and this is my partner Marshal Mills. We're going to go over your contract for the witness protection program and answer any questions you might have."

"Hello, I'm Sam Wesson," Sam introduced himself standing up. "I mean Sam Wilson," he corrected himself frowning at his mistake.

"Good to meet you and you better work on getting your name right," Dean told him sitting down beside him. "It could mean the difference between life and death."

"It's nice to meet you Sam, and what Dean said is correct. You have some seriously bad people who want to see you dead before you can testify."

"Sorry, sorry. This is all so foreign to me. It'll take some getting used to is all. I'll be more careful."

"Alright, let's get started going over the contract," Dean said. He gave each a thick bound contract and flipped to the first page of his copy.

Sam's eyes widened when he saw the thickness of the contract and slowly turned to the first page and started reading it. It was unbelievably detailed and covered all aspects of the program. Dean and Jody followed along with him, with Dean pointing out certain things to him, making sure he understood them. Sam questioned some of the details, but most were self-explanatory. It was laid out in terms most common people could understand.

It took several hours to read it all and another one to go back over the highlights and to be sure Sam understood what was expected of him. Sam's mind wasn't working at one hundred percent right now and understanding all this was harder than expected. Sam Wesson was dead, and Sam Wilson was being born. He had a clean slate and was starting a new life in a new city he had never visited.

"Sorry about being so slow reading this, but it's a lot more than I expected," Sam apologized.

"It's fine, I know this is a lot to digest, do you want a minute?" Dean asked Sam when he saw the weary, exhausted look on his face. He knew how hard it was for those going into witness protection.

"Would you like something to drink Sam?" Jody asked in a kind voice.

"That would be nice," Sam replied sitting back in the chair and rubbing his strained eyes.

Dean didn't say anything while he waited for Jody to come back with a drink. He could see the strained look on Sam's face and knew he was barely holding it together.

"I can never go back, can I?" Sam asked in a quiet voice.

"No, afraid not. Los Angeles is the last place you want to be right now."

"I didn't have much, but what about my stuff at my apartment? And my bank accounts? Have I lost what little money I had saved?"

"No, all that will be taken care of. Your accounts will be closed, and the money will go through the marshal service and then to you. It'll be untraceable but it may take a few weeks. Like your contract states, you can't have anything that will link you to your past."

"Not even photos of my parents? They've been dead for five years now and didn't even live in LA. Can't I have them? I'll hide them and not show them to anyone. I promise," Sam pleaded.

Dean looked at Jody for a moment before looking back at Sam.

"Tell me where they are and we'll assess them to determine if they would pose a threat," he conceded.

"They're in a box in my bedroom closet on the top shelf. I never got around to putting any out."

"Okay. For the rest of the stuff, you'll be compensated for it, and you can replace what you want. Here is a new driver's license, passport, credit cards, social security card, bank card, checking and savings account info for you with your new name." Dean shook the envelope letting the items fall from it in front of Sam.

"Alright, I guess." Sam slumped forward with his elbows on the table and rested his face in his hands. He didn't move to take the items at first, but finally picked them up and looked at them. His life was being turned completely upside down and he just hoped he was strong enough to survive all this.