Justice Is Served

7th of December

Sam
Sam had gotten himself into a predicament. He'd become a hypocrite. Against his better judgement, he'd sat with Judge Gao yesterday and gotten to know her and even given her his number. He knew full well this was inappropriate.

Only the day before that he'd had an argument with Dean for doing something similar. Granted, Dean's situation was much worse but they were still doing virtually the same thing. At least Dean and Maria were just as bad as each other, but Sam felt as if he'd dragged Anna into it.

He couldn't help but smile at the thought of their long conversation. She had an underlying sarcasm in her sense of humour that had taken him by surprise. She'd been a little shy to start with, but slowly she'd opened up and she really was funny.

He wanted to tell Dean but his brother was angry with him, and of course this would only make him even more furious. Sam had to admit, he did feel guilty about the way he'd practically cornered Dean into saying what he'd said about Maria.

Sam knew his brother better than he knew himself sometimes, and he was one hundred percent sure there was more to them than just carnal attraction. If Dean just wanted a one off thing he could easily find someone elsewhere, but he seemed insistent on having Maria despite it being the most inconvenient.

He wondered if after the trial they'd finally realise this and go out... Then again it was Dean who was pretty emotionally inept, as was Maria by the sounds of it. He on the other hand was relatively normal, and maybe there was a chance for he and Anna. He hoped so.

Dean
Sipping his milkshake in a booth at Sally's facing the window, Dean contemplated the events of the weekend. He didn't want to entertain the idea that what Sam had said was right, but it had forced him to raise some questions within himself. Why did it matter to him whether or not Maria answered her phone. Why did it irritate him that he'd never actually gone all the way with her?

He knew all he had to do was go to a bar or club and within five minutes he'd find a woman who wanted to spend the night with him, but it irked him that he never had Maria. He put it down to the fact he'd gotten so close and Sam had ruined it. Technically, he'd ruined it but he wasn't going to admit that to anyone.

Just as Dean finished telling himself he didn't care about Maria, he saw her come out of the doors to the gym across the street. She was wearing workout leggings and a white tank that clung to her. Her cheeks were pink and she zipped her hoodie up, shivering in the cold.

Disregarding all rational thought, Dean acted on instinct. He slapped his money on the table, and got up, practically running out the diner. He jogged to the crossing and stopped.
"Maria!" He shouted. She looked up, her face seemed to tighten with anger. Dean fidgeted as he waited for the traffic lights to turn red.

Before he could cross, a taxi pulled up to the sidewalk and she got in. Dean bolted across the road, narrowly avoiding getting hit and ignoring the screeching of horns.
"Maria!" He yelled again, but it was too late. When he reached the other side, the taxi had driven off with her inside it.

He stopped, watching it get further and further away from him.
"The hell is wrong with me." He muttered.