Post by Dean on Apr 26, 2012 15:20:01 GMT -5
Ready...
He was early, that much he knew. But it was good to be early, wasn’t it?
The courthouse was full of mutants and humans alike. All of them, paying for crimes they’ve been found guilty of. Yet, here he stood. Dean Winchester, born as an Anti-Mutant killer. Raised to know the difference between what’s right, and what’s wrong. He married an anti-mutant, and had two kids with her already. She was his love, his life. Basically, the love of his life.
And he had to say goodbye, again.
Feeling her hand on his arm, he forced a smile as a cop called for the Winchester case. This is it. He thought to himself as he looked to Harmony. He gave a light nod as they both walked into the court. He quickly walked down the isle to his seat, watching as Harmony sat behind him.
Looking back, he caught Emma’s eyes. God, she looked distressed. He knew he didn’t have to worry about her though. Cian was a good man, a good father, and a good husband. He would be everything she needed. But he’s not me.
“All rise, this court is now in session. The honorable Judge Wilson presiding.”
Dean quickly rose to his feet as the judge emerged from his chambers. As the man sat down, he told everyone else to be seated as well. As Dean sat, the judge looked to him. “Dean Winchester, we meet again.”
“Hi, your honor.” He nodded lightly. “How’s your wife?”
“Alive.” He replied meekly as he shuffled the papers in front of him. “Second degree murder case.” The judge sighed as he leaned forward. “No council?”
“I’d like to speak on my own behalf, your honor.” Dean retorted quietly.
“Hm.” Was all the judge replied as he shuffled more papers. “Shall we start, then?” Dean nodded lightly as he fumbled with his thumbs nervously. “From what I understand, this has to do with your children?”
“Just one.” Dean replied softly.
“Which one?”
“Regan Joy Winchester, your honor.”
The judge sighed as he leaned forward to look at Dean. “Please take the stand.” A cop raised as Dean did, meeting him at the stand with a bible. “Please state your name for the court, and raise your right hand.”
Dean nodded. “Dean Winchester.”
The cop starred at him coldly. “Do you solemnly swear that the testimony you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”
“I swear.” He promised as he removed his hand and took the stand. The judge looked over at him and raised a brow. “Tell me the story.”
Taking in a deep breath, he found himself gushing over the details of how it started, what happened, and how it ended. His eyes kept glancing over to the jury and back to the Judge. But most of the time, they laid on Harmony.
“We got word from a stranger that she was in florida. So we went after her. When we got there, Regan was crying. Harmony pleaded with her to return Regan to us. That’s when she refused and a fight broke out. She threatened to kill my wife, and….” His voice faltered as he looked down at his lap.
“And, she died?” The judge questioned.
“Yes,”
“By your hand?”
“Yes, your honor.”
The room went silent, and all you could hear were whispers. As the judge ordered silence, the place erupted once more as the double doors to the court swung open. “Excuse me, young lady. I don’t know who you are, but this is a closed court.”