Apr 12, 2012 21:25
genre: slash,
rec: fic,
pairing: barry rabe/roddy geiger,
fandom: criminal minds,
genre: total au,
fandom: merlin,
pairing: michael/adam milligan,
fandom: supernatural,
genre: crossover,
pimp: my own fics,
activity: meme,
pairing: dean winchester/adam milligan,
fandom: multiple,
pimp: meme,
pairing: arthur pendragon/merlin emerys,
fandom: percy jackson,
genre: canon/minor au,
pairing: castiel/dean winchester,
pairing: luke castellan/percy jackson,
word count: 1000-4999,
pairing: monroe/nick burkhardt,
word count: 100-999,
pairing: michael/adam milligan/nick,
fanfiction: oneshot,
fandom: grimm,
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After spending two hours last night perched in a tree so a werewolf wouldn't see him, Adam is not nervous. Or intimidated. Or impressed.
The guy that comes in looks a few years older than Adam. He's tall and lanky, hair long and stringy, and he's carrying a considerable amount of folders. "Hi, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid."
Adam doesn't bother giving his own name, it's not like they don't already know it. "Do I need a lawyer?"
The guy shakes his head, as he sets the folders down and sits down across from Adam. "You're not under arrest."
"So can I go?"
"You could if you wanted to," Reid says, easily. "But I don't think you want to."
"And why's that?" Adam asks.
"Because you want to know how much trouble Sam and Dean are in, and if you leave now, you won't be able to find out."
Reid doesn't look much older than him, and is reminiscent of the guys Adam took Advanced Bio with, but he's a federal profiler, and Adam doesn't see the point in trying to bullshit him. "How much trouble are they in?"
"Well..." Reid shuffles the pile of folders into three piles. He puts his hand on the two taller piles. "These are their files, listing warrants, charges against them, their criminal records..."
"And the other file is my file," Adam guesses. "And it will tell you that I was an Eagle Scout, graduated high school with honors, and went on to UW-Madison."
Reid nods. "And that you left UW-Madison in April, 2009, when your mother was found dead, and that you completely fell off the grid until a month ago, when you've been spotted traveling around with your brothers."
Adam doesn't know if he's curious, stalling so Sam and Dean can catch wind of the situation and get the hell out of Dodge, or if he just likes having someone to talk to. But he asks, "How'd you know we were brothers?"
"Half-brothers. There was a warrant to search your motel room in Tampa, two weeks back. We ran some DNA samples we got, one matching each of your brothers, and one that shared half of their genetics, which matched John Winchester. Your birth certificate doesn't list a father."
"And asking how you knew only confirmed it, right?" Adam guesses.
"As did your behavior," Reid adds. "Few things can inspire the amount of loyalty you have to them, with all that they've done."
Adam decides not to reply to that.
Reid leans in, a somber expression on his face. "Listen, Adam, I know how hard it is to commit somebody in your family. You feel guilty, like you're betraying them, and you blame yourself. But I've gone through Special Agent Hendrickson's files, I've watched Dean's confession from the case Baltimore, I've read Dr. Fuller's files. Your brothers are sick, Adam, and they need help."
This guy has been honest with him, probably more than his boss wanted him to be, given the quiet knocks on the one-way mirror.
Adam doesn't see why he shouldn't repay the favor. "I wish I could," he admits to his hands, clasped too tight on the table. Even though neither of them are mental like the feds think they are, Dean's still a high functioning alcoholic, Sam's still battling his addiction to demon blood, and they are every bit as codependent as Zachariah lead him to believe. The apocalypse is over, there are new hunters cropping up, Sam and Dean could fade out of the hunting business. But they don't. He doesn't know what makes him feel guiltier, the fact that he thinks turning them over might actually help them, or the fact that he still won't. He looks up at Reid. "But I can't. They're my family, and they're all I've got."
Reid doesn't look disappointed, but it's a close thing.
"I'm still free to go, right?"
He nods. "Yeah."
Adam pushes his chair back, stands up, and starts towards the door.
"No, wait."
Adam turns back to see Reid holding out a business card. He's already feeling guilty as he reaches for it, and the feeling doesn't abate as he stuffs it into his back wallet. And the way things are going, it's a feeling he's going to have to get used to.
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