nothisvessel | Sam Winchester (without a soul)/Lindsey McDonald

Sam Winchester looked around the office disinterestedly, turning in his chair slightly so he could watch the door. He hadn't become the hunter he was by expecting everything to go his way. No, if anything he was used to things going south real quick. Regardless of that fact he was listening to the men in the office with him discuss the contract they had laid out on the desk. He didn't care. He would read over it before he signed anything anyways. Just because he'd never actually made it to law school didn't mean he was naive. No, he intended to make sure they did spring anything nasty on him through this mess.

Sam wasn't in the cage anymore. He'd climbed out the day he'd gone in pretty much. Cas had been there, if only briefly, and had known immediately what he'd done. He'd brought Sam back without his soul. Cas had fled, stating he would do everything he could to reunite them, but he'd warned that Sam's soul would suffer the whole time. That the memories his soul harbored might drive him mad.

Well, Sam was okay without having to deal with that. He'd heard about Wolfram & Hart a while before and knew they were who he needed to see. So thats where he was, sitting in one of their offices. Some guy named Lindsey McDonald who couldn't be older than him. It actually pissed him off. This kid was a lawyer, apparently the best they had, and here was Sam still stuck being a fucking hunter. Fate could eat a dick in his opinion.

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"Don't worry, sir. I will do my best for Mr. Winchester." Lindsey smiled brightly and dipped his head slightly when the older lawyer clapped him on his shoulder.

Holland turned to Sam next, smiling benignly like an old grandfather.

"Well, it seems like everything is in order, Mr. Winchester. I will leave you to the very capable hands of Lindsey here, one of our youngest and brightest." He clapped Lindsey on the shoulder again. "Lindsey, don't forget to offer our client the full range of our services."

There was a barely perceivable stiffening in the young lawyer's stance, but he smiled back and nodded his head. "Of course, sir. The very best for our clients."

"Good, that's good." Holland smiled in a way that had Lindsey ducking his head again, then let go. "I will leave you two to it. Good night, Mr. Winchester. Lindsey, tomorrow morning." Smiling at them both, that smile never wavered, Holland left Lindsey's office back to the two of them.

Lindsey turned back to Sam and sat back in his seat across from him. "Before we start, can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea?"

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