Justice Is Served

5th of December

Sam
Sam hadn't anticipated banging on Dean's door at 1am on a Saturday, but the way their phone call had ended he'd been left with no choice. He'd tried to get him to tell her to leave and realise they were jeopardising the case and her job but they were too drunk to care, not to mention something rather inappropriate he heard Maria say to Dean.

He hit the door with his fist relentlessly, he wouldn't stop until Dean answered. Why was he constantly having to baby sit Dean when he was four years his senior? It drove him crazy. Just when his hand was beginning to hurt he remembered. Dean and Sam had spare keys for each other in cases of emergency. He reached up to the wall lamp next to his door and knocked the key off the top of it.

Unlocking the door, he rushed through the apartment and and pressed an ear to the bedroom door, no noise came from inside. He opened it cautiously, but the mischievous pair were nowhere to be seen. He looked through the rest of those house and found them half naked and asleep on the couch. He smacked a hand to his head.

"DEAN!" He shouted and the two stirred, groaning sleepily. When Maria lifted her head from Dean's chest and spotted Sam, she yelped and grabbed Dean's shirt from the floor and yanked it on. She shook the man underneath her awake.
"Son of a bitch." Dean growled when he sat up. "Sam what the hell are you doing here?" Rage rose in Sam's chest.

"What the hell am I doing here?! I think the real question is what the hell is she doing here?" He snapped.
"I'm gonna go..." Maria said slowly, picking her jacket up from the floor and her own shirt and made for the door but Dean caught her by the wrist.
"Don't." He said.
"Do." Sam intervened loudly.

"I'm gonna win this case whether you stop this or not." She said calmly and pulled her arm away from Dean's grip and left the room. Dean stood angrily.
"What's wrong with you man?"
"Wrong with me? That's a joke!" He couldn't believe Dean was being so selfish. "What's wrong with you is the real question here, you're gonna screw this up big time if you don't stop whatever this is."

Dean took a step towards him and jabbed him in the chest with his index finger.
"Listen kid, what I do with her is my business. This isn't going to get in the way of anything because we've agreed not to let it." He said in a low voice, Sam knew he was really mad.
"I don't think you realise what's happening here, do you?" Sam laughed mirthlessly.

He batted Dean's hand away.
"You like her way more than you're letting on and so does she. If you think this is gonna end nicely you need to wake up Dean." He explained bluntly.
"Get outta here. It's purely superficial, I think she's hot, she thinks I'm hot that's it." Suddenly they heard the front door slam.

It turned out Maria hadn't left yet.