Expert in the Field (Sam, Sebastian Stark) PG-13
Title: Expert in the Field Author: dogmatix Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester, Sebastian Stark Word Count: 419 Rating: PG-13 Summary:Sometimes, you just need an expert opinion. Spoilers: Set sometime during Season 3 Warnings: None Disclaimer: I own neither of these fine shows, I'm just playing in the sandbox. A/N: This is Supernatural/Shark, though it's not necessary to know Shark.
Expert in the Field
Sebastian Stark, Assistant District Attorney and god's gift to the judiciary system, was stumped. It was one thing to be handed a case with a witness that stuck mulishly to a story straight out of the twilight zone. It was something else when Mrs. Delancy refused to play the insanity angle, her teenaged son Tod backed her up, the forensic evidence was beyond screwed up, and Mr. Delancy just sat behind the table with a smug, shit-eating grin that said he was going to get away with killing his seven-month-old daughter and there was fuck-all Stark could do about it.
It was getting down to the wire, and Stark had nothing.
A loud knocking jarred him out of his depressing thoughts. Julie was out 'studying', and she really had better be studying or he'd have her hide. He wasn't expecting anyone else tonight.
Setting the glass of scotch down on the kitchen counter, he debated not getting the door for all of two seconds.
"What?" he asked curtly as he opened the door. The knocking had been loud and authoritative, completely not matching the scruffy young man standing outside the door like a lost puppy. Long brown bangs and hunched shoulders made the guy look even younger, but the eyes were old and haunted. Hunched shoulders notwithstanding, Stark was getting a distinctly dangerous vibe from the guy. Dangerous and desperate.
"Mr. Stark. My name is Sam Winchester. I know how Robert Delancy killed his daughter, and I can help you prove it."
The guy - kid, really - almost vibrated with tension, like a dog that'd been kicked once too often, and was expecting it again.
"Oh really?" he sneered disbelievingly. He could almost hear Jessica yelling at him for humoring dangerous homeless psychos.
"You probably found a lot of shed animal fur at the scene. Canine, but not belonging to any known breed. And it was red."
Check, check, and check. "Okay, Sam, say I believe you and you're not the one that killed the kid. What's the catch?"
Deep breath. Hmm. There was a catch, and it was important to the guy. Which made him more inclined to trust Sam, actually.
"My brother, Dean, made a deal with.. some very bad people. I need you to help me get him out of it."
Yeah, that'd qualify. Stark also watched America's Most Wanted. Dean. Dean Winchester.
Sam Winchester was starting at him, and jeez, kicked puppy much? Jessica was going to strangle him.