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Sam has always had a fascination with Aaron Hotchner.
Strong, Intelligent, Professional, and most importantly intriguing. Gaze always heavy yet passionate for his job. At least from what Sam could tell from him whenever they’d cross paths.
Lips thinly pressed, eyes sharp and attentive, God —
Everything about him was admirable, so much so that Sam could even label himself his biggest fan of sorts.
But Sam wasn’t that delusional about him, he was just interested with his character, so he would rather label himself — an admirer?
That didn’t sound right.
In fact that sounded way worse.
Well… Whatever he was, he was fascinated with Aaron.
He doesn’t remember when it had started.
Considering the first time they had met, the both of them were set on destroying each other. He had ruled that meeting out.
Maybe it had been the second time he had met him. Which was plausible. Even though, admittedly it hadn’t been the best circumstances to meet someone you admired.
(Sam would be the first one to agree to that. Considering, at the time, he had hid under a car to evade incarceration. A disgusting, dirty one, at that.)
Aaron had been in his usual black suit, but that time he had looked disheveled. Not just physically, no, but sure he definitely was disheveled physically,
His tie had been untied, his hair had flown in wildly different directions, and his was face covered - and highlighted - with sweat from the physical exertion. His polo was untucked and his collarbone was slightly exposed,
But that wasn’t the kind of disheveled Sam was admiring (right?). It was the fact that even though he was being flamed by his superiors, he was still persistent in combing the city for the two of them. That kind of dedication was great example. The kind of dedication he hadn’t seen in law enforcement for quite a while.
Strangely, Sam noted, that his admiration was like his ‘admiration’ to his peers at Stanford all over again.
Not those ones. The ones that laughed from their stomachs and grinned from ear to ear. The ones that he would always spot carrying a ball of some kind to their waist.
No.
The ones that were set on changing the world and themselves. The ones that were always sat right in front of him during lectures.
It was strange but it was true. Awful detail about that was he always ended up sleeping with said peer. Sam had decided to ignore that fact.
Don’t get him wrong, he was a menace. Dedicated or not, he was still chasing after them through city borders. Through numerous jurisdictions. He was, in all cases, a profiler who would rather die before abandoning his quest of hunting him and his brother down.
He was kinda insane in his own right.
“Why’s this guy so hellbent on locking us up anyways?” Dean had scoffed, sneering at the glass that separated the both of them from the feds in the front seat. “Didn’t he get the memo? We can’t be kept for long. Why do they even bother at this point.”
“Dude I don’t think you got the memo. ‘We can’t be kept for long’ We’re in the literal backseat of a federal vehicle,” Sam laughed cynically, “restrained.”
Dean grumbled. “Yeah but we always manage to find our way out. Dick. Did you not hear what I said?”
But in the dumb words of Dean Winchester; “no one is as stubborn as your annoying ass”.
Not even a 35-year-old FBI agent.
So Sam was going to lead Aaron around like a headless duck, and he was going to do so in his doorsteps. Not literally. That would be weird. Just close enough that he’d be able to study him. Admire him for a little while longer.
Maybe in the end he’ll approach him first so they can finally talk to one another. Without a glass separating them nor handcuffs restraining him.
He wasn’t the biggest fan of astrology, but the stars had aligned when he made his mind up on on Aaron Hotchner; that no matter how it would end up, he’d find a way to craft a scenario where Aaron would never want to lock him up again.
Which was insane, but Sam would find a way. Especially when it benefits the both of them exponentially. So what was the harm?
He was absolutely fascinated.