FBI AU: part 1
“Winchester!”
“Yes?” two voices responded. Sam shot his brother a look and Dean shrugged. Before they could start arguing, Agent Singer interrupted them.
“Both of you, idjits.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to a side room. “Your next assignment. Try not to screw it up.”
While Sam nodded and answered affirmatively, Dean strolled to the door. “We never screw up. Well, I never do. Sammy might.”
“Funny, Dean.” Sam glared at him and wrenched the door open.
“Agent Dean Winchester, Agent Sam Winchester,” Dean said, gesturing to himself and his brother… partner. His eyes flicked over the room’s occupant. A man, late twenties, short brown hair, trench coat… really? Raising an eyebrow, Dean slid into the chair across from him. “And you are?” Blue eyes flicked up to his face for a moment.
“Cas… Jimmy.” He frowned, glancing between the two agents. “You have the same last name.”
Dean didn’t have to look to know that Sam’s lips were twisted ironically as he answered, “Yeah, we do. We’re brothers.”
“…is that allowed?”
“We’re a special case.”
And that was it, really. They were a special case, because normal siblings didn’t enter the FBI together. Normal siblings weren’t raised by a single father who taught them the survival skills of federal agents. Normal siblings hadn’t been trained since childhood to work as a single, efficient unit that the Bureau valued too much to split up.
Nothing about the Winchester brothers was exactly normal.
“So, Jimmy,” Sam said, emphasizing the name.
From the earlier slip-up, Dean already knew that wasn’t the guy’s name. Cas? Short for something? What, Cassidy, Casper, Cas…? Not that it mattered. ‘Jimmy’ was undoubtedly the alias he’d been given a short while ago, probably by Bobby. Dean wasn’t going to ask. That wasn’t his job.
“We’re here to protect you,” Sam continued. He was holding a file—he’d probably grabbed it from Bobby on the way in, since Dean hadn’t bothered. “For the next month, we’ll be essentially your bodyguards. There’s a safehouse prepared—you’ve already been briefed about that? Good. Dean and I will be staying there with you. One of us will always be in the house with you, and if you ever want to leave, you must inform us. We’ll go with you. All right?”
‘Jimmy’ nodded. “I understand all of that,” he said quietly, those blue eyes still on Dean. “Thank you for your time.”
“It’s our job,” Dean answered. “Now, first things first; there’s a car out back we’ll be taking to the safehouse. I’m driving. You two fight over shotgun.”