He knew it was gonna catch up to himβ¦ The credit card frauds, the grave desecration, the fingerprints on crime scenesβ¦
It was only a matter of time till he was in cuffs. I mean, he couldnβt 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 oneβ¦ Didnβt 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 smartβ¦ Smart as fuck. They were already delving into a plan to get the hell out of thereβ¦ It would be hard, but with Sam and Dean? It wasnβt 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. βLetβs make this short and quick eh, sweetheart?β
what a fucking dick.