20_songs :: Sam/Lana :: Cell Block Tango - from the musical Chicago
[ooc: Also a charloft drabble, Incarcerated!Lana for likely_evil. Not binding to any muse, just fun AU goodness or so I hope.]
Lana took a sip of her coffee as she stared at what she knew was a two way mirror. Lex Luthor was dead and she was the prime suspect. The turn of the door nob caught her attention, and she watched as the tall black man swaggered into the room.
"Lana Luthor." He nodded to himself. "Guess you took the mentality along with the name."
"I didn't kill my husband, Agent Henriksen. Look at me. Do you really think I could manage something like that?"
"No, not alone." A folder hit the desk, Sam's Little Rock mugshot on the top of the pile. "I think your psycho demon-chasing boyfriend gave you a little help."
"Lex had plenty of enemies. Neither of us had anything to do with it."
Henriksen rested his knuckles on the desk and leaned forward. "If you didn't kill him, Lana, then tell me, what were you doing at the time of the murder?"
Lana leaned forward calmly, mirroring him, not at all intimidated. "Sam."
"Excuse me?"
She gave him a small grin. "I was doing Sam."
He looked at her in disbelief. "You're using sex as an alibi?"
She shrugged. "It's the truth." Her head tilted a little. "Tell me, Agent Henriksen, how did I manage to kill the great Lex Luthor when I was pinned to the bed of a hotel room? You've seen Sam. He's huge." She raised her eyebrows. "And I do mean huge."
He looked at her for a moment before pushing himself back up to a standing position. "You're as bad as Dean, you know that?"
Her grin grew into a smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Lana didn't usually speak so bluntly about her sex life, but Henriksen's reaction was well worth it.
Lana took a sip of her coffee as she stared at what she knew was a two way mirror. Lex Luthor was dead and she was the prime suspect. The turn of the door nob caught her attention, and she watched as the tall black man swaggered into the room.
"Lana Luthor." He nodded to himself. "Guess you took the mentality along with the name."
"I didn't kill my husband, Agent Henriksen. Look at me. Do you really think I could manage something like that?"
"No, not alone." A folder hit the desk, Sam's Little Rock mugshot on the top of the pile. "I think your psycho demon-chasing boyfriend gave you a little help."
"Lex had plenty of enemies. Neither of us had anything to do with it."
Henriksen rested his knuckles on the desk and leaned forward. "If you didn't kill him, Lana, then tell me, what were you doing at the time of the murder?"
Lana leaned forward calmly, mirroring him, not at all intimidated. "Sam."
"Excuse me?"
She gave him a small grin. "I was doing Sam."
He looked at her in disbelief. "You're using sex as an alibi?"
She shrugged. "It's the truth." Her head tilted a little. "Tell me, Agent Henriksen, how did I manage to kill the great Lex Luthor when I was pinned to the bed of a hotel room? You've seen Sam. He's huge." She raised her eyebrows. "And I do mean huge."
He looked at her for a moment before pushing himself back up to a standing position. "You're as bad as Dean, you know that?"
Her grin grew into a smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Lana didn't usually speak so bluntly about her sex life, but Henriksen's reaction was well worth it.