Honey-Trapped 13/?
Chapter 13
Monday morning Sam left for work as usual which gave Bobby and Dean some time alone. Over the weekend Bobby had gotten to know Sam better and by now he had to say that he actually liked him. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who had held Dean prisoner for months. Bobby would never forget that fact, he couldn't, but by now it wasn't the first thing on his mind anymore when he thought about Sam.
Dean had a car to finish so after breakfast Bobby followed him downstairs. There wasn't much Bobby could help him with so for a while he just leaned against the workbench Dean wasn't using at that time and watched him working on the car.
Dean was too focused on adding lime green highlights to the metallic black paint to talk much and most of the time he was so absorbed in his work that he forgot that he wasn't alone. Which was okay with Bobby, he could just watch him work for hours.
There had been times when Bobby had been worried that Dean would stay a drifter with no home, no job and no life until his luck finally ran out and he ended up bleeding out in a back alley. That he would die all alone and nobody would even notice or care.
But now Dean had a home, a job he was passionate about and a partner he loved. Bobby still hadn't figured out why it had to be Sam and not somebody, anybody, else but for the first time in a really long time Bobby saw Dean happy.
When Dean was done with the paintwork, he set the car aside to dry. It was different than the ones upstairs, Bobby noticed. The others were more ornamented, had more details, while this one had clear lines, sleek but almost cold.
"Did the customer choose the design?" Bobby asked when he had a closer look at the finished car.
"Partly." Dean cleaned his hands with a rag before put the equipment away. "He wanted something like a sports car but more badass."
"I'd say you nailed it." Bobby said. The green highlights were nothing more than simple lines and spots but it still made him think of fangs and venom.
"Thanks." Dean hurried to turn away but Bobby caught the blush he was trying to hide. Growing up with nothing but harsh words Dean had never learned to take a compliment. Another thing to blame John for.
"Ready for some hard work?" Dean changed the topic and then led the way out of his workplace to the unused part of the basement. "Barney is going to come over on Wednesday to take out all the stuff I want to get rid of but I haven't sorted through everything yet."
There already was quite a pile of old stuff in the big hall just waiting to get taken out but the basement was huge and some parts looked like they hadn't been touched since the factory shut down in the seventies.
The next hours Dean and Bobby went through old junk. Bobby's job mainly was to carry heavy things out to the growing pile in the hall while Dean decided what to keep and what to throw out. Some things like parts of machines and large steel beams, wherever those came from, they had to carry together and the really big parts they left for Wednesday when Barney and Sam would be there too. Bobby had seen how easily Barney hauled heavy stuff around and Dean assured him that Sam had some muscles as well. Together they would get everything out.
Around noon they took a break and went upstairs for a quick lunch. They were far from being done and Bobby just knew that he would feel his back in the morning. But for now he just enjoyed Dean's company.
"Thanks for helping me." Dean said and set a plate with sandwiches on the table. "I wanted to do most of this over the weekend but … yeah." He shrugged and took a bite off his sandwich.
"But you're feeling better now?" Bobby asked. Sleeping it off seemed to have done the trick but with Dean he never knew. That boy liked to hide his injuries.
"I'm fine." Dean assured him around a mouth full of half-chewed sandwich. "It was just a bit much lately."
Bobby got the feeling that he was referring to something specific and not just the general stress he had with the cars, the upcoming open door day and Bobby's visit.
Maybe it's the tension between me and Sam, Bobby thought but didn't ask.
After lunch they went back to work.
They were so engrossed in their work that they didn't notice the car coming down the driveway until somebody called out to them.
"Hello?" A man's voice asked. "Anybody here?"
The last bit had to be just a phrase given the noise Bobby and Dean were making. Bobby glanced at Dean who shook his head slightly, indication that he had no idea who their visitor was either.
"Coming." Dean called back and dropped the box full of copper wire in the to-keep-corner.
Curious Bobby followed Dean to the front where a tall man stood in the open gate. He was black and bald and wearing an attitude that screamed cop.
Bobby could tell the second Dean noticed the latter. There was a slight shift in Dean's posture, he became more guarded, more wary. Bobby saw it because he knew Dean and the life he'd lived. Cops had never been Dean's friends. How he'd become friends with Benny was a mystery Bobby hadn't solved yet.
If the cop noticed, Bobby couldn't tell.
"Detective Henriksen." The man introduced himself with a professional smile.
"What can I do for you, Detective?" Dean asked. He didn't invite the man in and was more or less blocking the way.
The detective's smile didn't falter while he looked something up in his notepad.
"I'm looking for Dean Winchester and Robert Singer." He read the names and then looked at the men in front of him expectantly.
"You found them." Dean said and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Did something happen to Sam?" Bobby stepped up to Dean, standing now shoulder to shoulder with him. Why Dean's mind hadn't jumped to Sam immediately he didn't know but that was the only explanation Bobby could think of why a cop would pay them a visit.
The man blinked at him as if he hadn't thought that his unannounced visit could imply such a thing.
"As far as I know, nothing happened Mr. Campbell." He answered stiffly. "But I do have a few question about him. May I come in?" He had a meaningful look around and usually this would be the moment where he would add "The neighbors don't need to hear this.", Bobby guessed. But there was just the empty yard with the concrete fence around it and the next neighbor at least a mile away.
Dean let him in anyway.
The ride in the elevator was the most uncomfortable one of Bobby's life and he still had no idea what this was all about. Sam, obviously, but that didn't say much. Thinking about it, this was probably the biased cop who had given Sam a hard time the other day so this was most likely about the murder and not the human trafficking thing Sam had also been involved with.
They stepped out of the elevator and the cop had a look around. Bobby tried to see the loft with his eyes but as far as he could tell there was nothing compromising lying around. Not that there had ever been.
It reminded Bobby of how he'd looked around the loft for the first time, searching for a proof of how evil Sam was. He wasn't sure how he felt about that now.
"Nice place." Detective Henriksen said and didn't let on about what he was thinking.
When Dean failed to say something to that or to even offer the man a seat, Bobby jumped in.
"Take a seat, Detective." He gestured at the nearest chair. "Can I offer you something? Coffee? Water?"
"Coffee, please."
Bobby basically had to push Dean towards the kitchen to make the coffee.
"So." The detective said when Bobby took a seat next to him. "I'm guessing you're Robert Singer."
"That's right, sir." Bobby answered.
"In what kind of relationship are you with Samuel Campbell?" Detective Henriksen had his notepad out again, pen resting on the paper.
"Dean is like a son to me." Bobby said carefully, not sure how to phrase it without giving away Dean's backstory. "Sam is his boyfriend."
"Since when do you know him?" The detective asked without batting an eye at the boyfriend part. If this really was the same man who had interviewed Sam before, he didn't show what he thought about the gay relationship. Or he'd just been yanking Sam's chain before.
"Only a few weeks. This is the first time I visit them." Bobby answered truthfully.
"Your coffee, sir." Dean cut in, setting the cup on the table in front of the detective with enough force to almost spill it. "I don't see why this is important."
"I just want to know more about Mr. Campbell."
"You want to know if he murdered that man the other day." Dean came to the point.
"Did he?"
"No." Dean met his eyes.
Henriksen hmmed to himself and skimmed through his notepad. "Mr. Campbell named you two as his alibi."
"Sam was with us the whole day." Dean said. "He only left after Benny …" He paused. "After Detective Lafitte called him and asked him to have a look at the crime scene."
"Can you confirm that?" The detective turned to Bobby.
"I was up in my room, reading." Bobby said, thinking back to that evening. "But I had the door open so I heard their voices. I came downstairs when Sam got the phone call."
"Why are you even bothering us with this?" Dean snapped. "You have Sam's statement and your colleague's, how can you even think that he has something to do with this?"
"I don't believe in coincidence, Mr. Winchester." His eyes went cold. "This is the second time in only a few weeks that your boyfriend has been at a crime scene."
Dean just gaped at him.
"It's the second time Sam has been at a crime scene after the crime has happened." Bobby spoke up before Dean found his words. "Detective Lafitte called him and when Sam came to the scene he got attacked by the woman who did it, maybe you should focus on finding her."
"Don't worry, we are looking for her." Henriksen assured him with a fake smile. "But that doesn't mean that we ignore other leads."
"Your lead is that Sam comforted his boyfriend after he shot his father in self-defense?" Bobby raised his eyebrows at him. Two could play this game. "Have you even read the report? Sam hasn't even been there when John broke into my house and tried to murder his own son."
Dean shot him a surprised glance but had his features under control a second later. Bobby only hoped that the detective was too focused on him to notice.
Detective Henriksen had a few more questions but in the end he left without the answers he'd come for.
Before he left, he handed Bobby his card.
"There is something off about Samuel Campbell." He said low enough that Dean wouldn't hear him. "And I think you know that, too."
The detective shook hands with them and then pointed at the card in Bobby's hand.
"Call me if you can think of anything else."
Chapter 14
Masterpost