Dean Winchester is a fucking idiot.

A shapeshifter murdered multiple people with his body, and now he’s a wanted man. And what does he do? Continue being a reckless dipshit, of course. Doing what he does best.

Sam warned him for months. “You’ll get caught,” or “I’ll get dragged into this,” or something like that. And the paranoia was fairly reasonable, seeing as this whole mess could get them both landed in prison for life, with their crimes combined.

But does Dean care? Nah. It’s just a few pussies with guns and some guy with a wig and a hammer. Who gives a shit? Not him, that’s for sure. He’s definitely not scared shitless for what’ll happen to Sam. He definitely doesn’t check the locks now, and he certainly doesn’t lie awake at night praying for his brother’s safety and freedom.

…Okay, he might care a little bit.

But apparently his current caring act doesn’t help the actual stability of their safety. And pretty soon Dean is pinned up against the hood of some pig’s car. And then pretty soon he’s in a holding cell, and Sam can’t get to him, and it’s all pretty damn stressful.

But then he’s given an option of a lawyer. And sure, he doesn’t have the money, but Sam probably does.

So they hire you.

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“So you just… know how to do this?” Dean asked, leaning back in his chair across from you and biting his tongue. He tilted his head, eyes scanning over the multitude of papers strewn across your desk.

Sam kicked his foot, shooting him an annoyed look and shaking his head. Dean just rolled his eyes, arms crossed and shoulders tensed. Sam sighed, trying not to lose it. “Sorry. He doesn’t interact with lawyers much.”

Dean immediately glared at him, annoyed at the information being revealed. You just shook your head, arms crossed as you read through some of the files. It didn’t make sense.

“It’s fine,” you began, placing down the paper with a confused expression. “Just… explain to me your side of the story.”

….Bad idea.

Dean and Sam went through everything. The shapeshifter killing people, them seeing it shapeshift with their own eyes, the fact that they both got kidnapped, Sam being tricked, the thing being killed, the piles of skin.

Dear god.

“..And then Dean got his ass arrested, and now we’re here.” Sam finished, nodding over at Dean who let out a hum in agreement. You just sat there in silence, processing the information. The supernatural was real.

The trial was in three days. How the hell were you supposed to do this??