A/N: Hello dear readers and welcome back to another short story. As the summary stated, this is a non-spn story that I hope you will give a try. We still have the same characters just different roles that I think suit them. This was enjoyable to write creating this AU. Of course, I have DW looking out for SW, but in a slightly different way. I hope you will leave me a review of what you think of it. NC
Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of SPN, and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own.
Chapter 1
Dean Winchester rolled over in bed and felt around for the alarm clock to turn it off. He lay there for a few minutes to wake up before pushing himself to a sitting position. He ran a hand down his face and arched his back as he stretched. With a wide yawn, Dean got up and strolled to the bathroom for a shower.
With the water warming, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and sighed deeply. Guess he needed to shave after his shower. Dean stepped under the hot spray, letting it beat on his face and head. He quickly shampooed his hair and then washed his body. After rinsing well, he grabbed a soft towel and ran it over his wet body and then his head.
Once he was dry, and freshly shaved, Dean headed into the bedroom to find clothes to wear. He pulled out a pair of acid washed jeans and tossed them to the bed and a button up shirt. Dean looked in his dresser for briefs and socks to put on first and slipped on his clothes. He sat on the bed and leaned over to find his boots. Once he was done, he stood and went to a small gun safe on the dresser and unlocked it to get out a holstered handgun. After slipping it onto his belt in the small of his back, he picked up his badge and clipped it to his belt.
Dean was a US Marshall that worked in the WITSEC program in Austin, Texas. He helped relocate witnesses who had seen violent crimes and were willing to testify against the criminals. They got new names, a new place to live, a new job, a monthly allowance, a chance at a new life. The person could have no contact with their past lives, family, friends, co-workers, hobbies, anything that might lead the bad guys to their doorstep. The one thing every witness had in common was someone wanted them dead.
The coffee was ready in the kitchen and Dean poured a cup and grabbed a yogurt from the fridge and looked to see if he still had leftovers to take for lunch. Dean pulled a bowl from the fridge, shook it deciding it would do and sat it on the counter to take with him.
He sat at the counter, ate his yogurt, and drank his coffee. Dean checked the time and grabbed the keys for his work SUV from a bowl to head downtown to the office.
Using the short cuts, he had found, Dean missed most of the morning rush hour and pulled into the parking lot of the US Marshall building with time to spare. He parked, headed inside and up to the third floor to the office. Dean ran his id badge through the lock and when it buzzed, pushed the double glass doors open to go inside.
"Winchester," a male voice called to him as he approached his desk.
"Yes, Boss?" Dean asked stepping to the doorway of Bobby Singer's office.
"Need you to go check on a witness for me," Bobby told him holding out a file.
"What's up?" Dean questioned taking the offered file and flipping it open.
"Probably not anything, but better run a threat assessment to be sure. Guy claims he saw someone watching him when he was at lunch yesterday. Could be a false alarm, but better to cover our asses to be on the safe side."
"Sure thing Boss," Dean nodded stepping back to his desk. He sat down and looked at the file to get the name of the witness, address, and skimmed the file before he would head out.
"Hey Dean," a female voice greeted him as she strolled into the room and sat down at the desk across from his.
"Good morning Jody," Dean replied closing the file and getting up.
"Don't leave on my account," she teased.
"Boss has me checking out a possible breech."
"Have fun with that."
"Thanks, guess you get the next newbie," Dean chuckled looking toward the conference room at a guy sitting in there chewing on his nails.
"Bite me, Winchester," Jody snapped at him.
Dean left the office and headed to the elevators to head to the first floor and out the front door.. He had already determined a route to the address in his head and got in his vehicle to drive there. Dean had always been good with directions and remembering things so that's what made him good at his job. He could see details that were overlooked by others and could access a situation to decide the best course of action.
The traffic was thinning out as Dean drove to the other side of town to an apartment complex. He found parking and headed to the second floor and apartment number 217, to the home of Robert Lewis aka, Robert Levin who turned state's evidence against a crime boss. The crime boss was laundering money and providing guns to criminals. Dean knocked on the door and waited for it to be answered. He could hear locks being disengaged and the door cracked so the person could look out.
"Robert, remember me? Dean Winchester, from US Marshal's office," Dean spoke to him showing him his credentials. "It's been a few years."
"Yes, yes," Robert hurried anxiously as he opened the door further so Dean could come inside. "I remember you."
"My boss said you called 'cause you thought someone was following you?" Dean questioned getting right to the point as he glanced around the place checking it out. The place looked like a copy of a cheap motel room, right down to the furnishings. There were clothes, newspapers, and dirty dishes littering the living room, and he wrinkled his nose from the smell of burned food.
"I'm not sure, but there was this guy hanging around where I work and I've seen him before, I know it," Robert explained in a nasal voice. "What if they've found me? Am I in danger?"
"Take it easy Robert, let us check this out before you go all wacko here. Describe him to me," Dean told him pulling a pad out to take notes and try to calm him down. Robert hadn't changed much since he went into witness protection several years ago. He still had the same stringy dull brown hair, pale complexion like he didn't get out in the sun much, baggy clothes, and a skinny body. The only thing different was the scraggly beard that he was trying to grow.
"He was about your height and weight, brown hair, hulky looking. Beady eyes, he had beady eyes. That's a sure sign."
"And you say you saw him where you work?"
"Yes."
"Have you seen him anywhere else? Grocery store, restaurant, bank, anywhere else you've been?"
"No, I don't think so. Look, I need to get ready for work, but you're going to check him out? Or should I not go to work? Will I be safe? I don't want him to get me…" Robert blabbered as he trembled and wiped his face.
"Of course, Robert, we check all possible leaks and if you need relocating, we'll put you in a motel until that can be arranged. Don't worry over it. We'll take care of things."
"Thanks Dean."
"No problem Robert, just go on about your day and I'll be touch." Dean shook his hand and headed back to the SUV. He decided to go by where Robert worked and check it out and see if he saw anything off or got a bad feeling. He always listened to his gut feelings about things, and it usually paid off.
Robert worked at a copy shop in a small strip mall on the east side of town. Dean went with the flow of traffic and pulled into the parking lot and found a place to park. He stayed in the vehicle and watched the people coming and going. It was about twenty minutes before Robert showed up and went inside the copy shop. Dean studied the people closely to see if anyone seemed overly interested in the copy shop or Robert.
Dean pulled his cell from his pocket when rang.
"Hello, Winchester," he answered.
"How's the witness doing?" Bobby asked in his gruff voice. He came across rough and ornery, but that was his demure. He was a good boss to work for and took care of his people.
"Scared, but I'm not sure there's any substance to it. I think he's just jumping at shadows, but I'll keep an eye out for a few days to be sure. Has there been any rumors come down about Robert?"
"Not that I've heard, but I put some feelers out and will check my sources."
"Sounds good to me. I should be back by lunch. I'm staking out Robert's place of work."
"Alright, I'll see you when you get back."
"Bye Boss." Dean hung up and got out of the SUV to walk around the area and went into a store to get a drink. He kept an eye on anyone that came close to fitting the description Robert had given him. After another hour, Dean decided to call it quits and got in the SUV to head back to the office. He was going to swing back by when Robert got off work and make sure no one was trailing him home. The marshals took every possible threat as serious and weren't going to let their witnesses fall prey to the ones who wanted them dead.
