Who: John Reid and Sam Winchester When: First week in September Where: The Courthouse What: Random Encounter Rating/Warning: None/Low Status: Complete.
Sam was a bit winded. He’d had to jog to get up the steps of the courthouse, and was rushing to turn in some paperwork that was on a strict deadline. One of the paralegals in his office had written down the wrong day, and now Sam had to rush to get a couple of things finished for a case they were working on. He should have double-checked it all himself. This was just a fairly painful lesson.
Even more painful when his case popped open and his papers went spilling across the hallway floor.
John just happened to be in the right place at the right time. He’d just left a meeting with some of his superiors, and he caught the incident the moment it happened. A paper skittered to a stop at his feet, and John bent down to pick it up, as well as to collect other pages that had been scattered.
“Don’t you just hate when that happens?”
Sam had doubled over to start collecting up the papers and shove them back into the case. He’d probably been carrying too many, and that’s why the hinge snapped. It’d happened to him before. Maybe he just needed to find a better case? “Absolutely. Always seems to happen when I’m running late, too.” Sam said, giving the man a thankful smile.
“Of course,” John replied, giving him a knowing smile in return. He handed over the last of the papers and stood up. “Things only ever go right when you have nothing to worry about, I reckon.”
That brought a more warm smile to Sam’s features. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” He’d never heard it put so succinctly. “You’ve got a way with words there.”
“Guess that’s part of the job. Being a lawyer and all.” John just laughed. “I’m John, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you around yet.”
“Sam.” Sam said, reaching forward to shake the man’s hand. He was holding his broken bag hap-hazardly against his side with his other arm. “Winchester. Of Weasley and Winchester.” He may have been a little proud of owning his own firm. Just a little.
"A pleasure to meet you," John replied pleasantly. "But you look like you need to be somewhere."
“Oh, yes.” Sam said, giving a little nod. He pulled up his wrist to look at his watch. “I’ve got to run. Thank you, though, for the help.” He said, then gave the other man a smile and turned to rush off to file his paperwork.
“Any time! Good luck!” John called after Sam, looking a bit amused before continuing on his own way.