PUSHED TOO FAR
Got this idea while reading Ciya's fic Interrogation. I noticed the few times that Sam and Dean were caught/questioned by the cops, when talking to Sam, they would refer to Jessica, so I thought, what if Henrickson pushed Sam too far? Takes place in Folsom Prison Blues right before Dean's interrogation. I know Sam doesn't have a lawyer present, but suspects can be questioned without a lawyer present as long as they're informed of their rights, which I'm assuming they were when they were taken in. Belongs to the CW.
"Sam Winchester," Agent Henrickson commented, sitting down.
"You must be Agent Henrickson," Sam Winchester stated, tracing a pattern on the table with a finger. His right wrist had been chained to the table.
"So, your brother mentioned me?" Henrickson queried, hiding his surprise.
"He was upset. Didn't like that you talked trash 'bout our dad," Sam responded, his tone indicating that he shared his brother's feelings.
"You gotta admit, it's pretty suspicious. Always moving around, the different jobs, staying under the radar…until you went to Stanford," Henrickson said. Sam's eyes flickered, but he stayed quiet. The agent looked at the papers in his folder. "Says here you were getting good grades. Why'd you drop out?" he wondered.
"Our dad was missing. Dean needed my help. It was just supposed to be for the weekend," Sam responded, not betraying any emotion.
"But it wasn't. You left again…right after your apartment caught fire," Henrickson reminded. Sam's eyes clouded. Ah! Now we're getting somewhere, the agent thought to himself. "So tell me Sam, who caused the fire?" he queried.
"I don't know," Sam lied.
"Come on, Sammy. Be straight with me," Henrickson said.
"Only Dean gets to call me that," Sam told him.
"Who set your apartment on fire, Sam?" Henrickson asked again.
"I don't know," Sam echoed.
"Was it, Dean? Did he get jealous of Jessica? Was he jealous of what you shared? Is that why he did it?" Henrickson questioned.
"Dean didn't set that fire! You shut your mouth!" Sam exclaimed. Huh. He's worked up about something, the agent thought.
"Or maybe it was you," Henrickson suggested. "What happened? Did you come back only to find her pleasuring with somebody else?" he egged. Sam jumped up and tried to lunge at the man. However, the cuff bit his wrist.
"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO FIND HER! YOU DON'T KNOW! YOU DON'T KNOW!" he screamed. Hearing the commotion, two officers burst into the room.
"Son, son, calm down," one of the officers soothed.
"You don't know. You don't know what it was like---to find---her gut was slashed---she was terrified," Sam whispered, sinking back into the seat. His throat muscles constricted and he quickly ducked his head so that the officers couldn't see the tears.
"Come on. Let's get you somethin' to drink, huh?" the other officer suggested, as he released Sam's cuff from the table. The younger Winchester allowed himself to be led away. The first officer looked at the federal agent.
"Great tactic. You this sensitive with all your suspects?" he asked sarcastically. Then, the trio walked out.