Sam sat in his office. He was a first year associate and was putting in long hours, but he was happy. He had gotten a job prior to taking the bar, and was just waiting for the results. He knew he had passed though; maybe it was some psychic remnant from his old life, but he knew everything would be in his grasp-the life he always wanted. A knock on the door broke his reverie.

“Can I help you?” Sam smiled at the well-dressed man thinking it was a client who had wandered into the wrong department.

“No, not really,” He pointed to the sign on the door. “I just wanted to meet Sam Winchester.”

Sam squinted his eyes, trying to recall if he had ever met the man before. “That would be me.” Sam felt an awkward pause hanging in the air. He felt as if the man were appraising him. Was he from another firm? Had he read one of Sam’s law review articles? The young man tried again. “Was there something in particular you were looking for?”

“No,” The man took a seat, opening the buttons of his jacket. “I just wanted to meet Dean’s brother.”

“You know Dean?” Sam was startled. Already his thoughts were gaining speed-Dean was in trouble, and would wreck everything for his younger brother.

“Yeah,” the man smiled. “He works for me, and he’s a good friend.”

Sam was still hesitant and doubtful. “I’m sorry, and you are?’

“Daniel Foster,” The man itched a spot on his forehead. “You know who I am.”

“Yes,” Sam cleared his throat. “You are this firm’s largest client.”

“I am.” Daniel leaned forward. “You’re not what I expected.”

Sam met the scrutiny by pulling his shoulders back to show his height. “What did you expect?”

“I don’t know,” Daniel shook his head. “Maybe I thought that I could understand why you cut your brother out of your life.” Daniel picked up the paper weight with the firm’s insignia from Sam’s desk. “You know we may be related one day?”

“No, I didn’t,” Sam raised his voice then brought down the volume again, “and I didn’t cut my brother out. . .”

Daniel moved the paper weight from hand to hand. “My sister and him—she calls it buddies with benefits-God, I hate that, but I hope it will turn into something else.”

“I didn’t cut my brother out.” Sam repeated himself. He didn’t know what Dean had told this man, and didn’t want The Daniel Foster to think less of him.

“Hell, no, you accept his hard earned money.” Daniel stopped moving the paper weight and gripped it in one hand.

“It isn’t like that,” Sam leaned back in his chair.

“Kid, you owe him.” Daniel gestured to small office. “He made this all possible.”

“What?” Sam brought his chair abruptly up from its position. He had worked too hard to get into this firm-taken the right internships, gotten the grades and earned this job.

Daniel nodded. “He pulled strings, through me, to get you this job.” Foster paused. “If you don’t believe me you can ask Tom.”

Tom was the senior partner who had hired him. Sam sighed. “Dean?”

“You’re brother heads security for all my companies-saved my ass too many times now, and lots of money.” Daniel placed the paper weight back on the desk. “Got a great system for stopping credit card fraud.” Daniel shifted in his seat. “He just helps extract one of my people from Mexico who got kidnapped. Took a bullet for his trouble.”

Sam stopped rubbing the back of his neck as he took all the information in. “What! What happened? Is he all right?”

“He’s at home-hurt his shoulder.” Daniel placed his hands on his knees, getting ready to leave. “It isn’t like this is the first time he has been hurt in the last few years.”

“What?” Sam was not absorbing what he was being told, and finding out that his brother had been injured without Sam being their to help left him sickened.

“He stills does some of that hunting –you’re family business.” Daniel shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I know about it- a little beyond me,” Daniel stood up, “but Dean patented that EMF detector.”

“Umm, I don’t do that anymore.” Sam stood up, undecided if he should walk this man to the door, or stay rooted into place with shock.

Daniel glanced at Sam, and then at his watch. “Maybe you should visit him?”

Sam knew what the gesture meant. Daniel Foster thought he was wasting time talking to man who didn’t appreciate having a brother that was a good friend. “I didn’t know he had a place. I figured he was hunting and stuff.”

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