Title: So help you God
FFA: Sam Winchester/Lindsey McDonald
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel or Supernatural. They belong to their respective creators and companies.
Samuel Winchester took a drink from his cup of water. He looked up at the clock on the wall. He had been there an hour. I should’ve come with Dean.
He grimaced. He’s going to kill me for not telling him about this.
“Mr. Winchester?” A perky blonde called.
“H-here.” He called as he stood up. “I’m uh here.”
“Follow me, please!” She called, Californian accent peeking through.
Sam followed her wondering how she walked so fast on those heels. He had heard Jessica complain enough over hers… Sam shook his head. She was gone and it wasn’t the time for it.
“Here you are.” She said cheerfully, her eyes flashing yellow briefly as she eyed him.
“Christo.” He whispered. The briefest snarl. Sam smirked
She gave him a toothy grin, eyes narrowed. “See you around, Mr. Winchester.”
Sam entered the office, quickly shutting the door behind him.
“Mr. Winchester, I’m sorry for the delay. There was some trouble concerning whom you’d see.”
“That’s fine.” Sam assured.
“Now, what can I help you with?”
“You want to do what, Sammy?” Dean Winchester asked his younger brother.
“I want to sue the Demon.” He replied with all the seriousness in the world.
Dean gave his brother a worried look. “You are aware this is a demon, right Sammy boy? THE Demon we’ve been trained to hunt most of our lives.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Dude, I'm not stupid.” He took a deep breath. “I looked at the law firm, most of their clients are demons. They also have the reputation of being evil but given what we’re dealing with,” He trailed off. Sam tensed, worried that Dean wouldn’t stay for it, and well he wouldn’t go all for it at least. He’s stay until it was over.
Dean still stared. “So you want to hire an evil law firm to sue the demon.”
“Basically.” Sam replied firmly. Dean’s face was stone cold. Sam started to say something but stopped at his cold stare.
“And how are we going to pay for this ‘lawyer’?” Dean asked, sarcasm heavy.
“I’m afraid that’s not a problem Mr. Winchester.” Dean jumped. Sam winced, he’d forgotten the lawyer had been hiding.
“Jesus Christ! Who the hell are you!” Dean shouted at the man he’d somehow failed to notice in the corner as he pulled out his gun.
“I'm your lawyer.” Dean tensed as he walked over, pulled out a business card and handed it to him. “Lindsey McDonald.” He slowly retreated back to his seat without looking back at Dean. “Your brother has agreed the terms of payment,” He helped up his hand, “All manageable, I assure you with no blanked statements of taking your soul should an emergency come up.”
“What’s it cost?” Dean asked suspiciously.
“Basically nothing.” Sam answered. Not mentioning that it was still a few thousand dollars but in reality that was practically nothing given the standard price.
“And why is that?” Dean asked glaring at Lindsey.
Lindsey rolled his eyes. “New management.” He replied distastefully.
Sam sighed. “Dean look, I—” Dean cut him off with a look.
“What do you think our chances of winning are?” He asked Lindsey.
Lindsey looked Dean straight in the eyes. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think I’d win.
” He smirked.
Dean grinned and turned to Sam. “So Sam my man, when are we telling Dad?”