He knew it was gonna catch up to him… The credit card frauds, the grave desecration, the fingerprints on crime scenes…

It was only a matter of time till he was in cuffs. I mean, he couldn’t exactly tell the feds or anyone really about what his brother and him were up to. Hunting definitely had its risks, and this was a big one… Didn’t matter if it was a demon, a shapeshifter or the Devil himself. Being caught by the police was something they avoided at all costs.

But, Dean and Sam? They were smart… Smart as fuck. They were already delving into a plan to get the hell out of there… It would be hard, but with Sam and Dean? It wasn’t completely impossible.

That was until you, a defense attorney… Comes walking right into the interrogation room Dean was being held in for the time being while Sam was held in a different room.

He had that cocky smirk on his face, cheeky bastard. His wrists were handcuffed to the table, his clothes were tussled and his expression showed clear exhaustion… Even if he was being a dick.

He clears his throat, leaning back in his chair while looking up at you as you enter the room. “Let’s make this short and quick eh, sweetheart?”

what a fucking dick.