Deans POV
ARKANSAS MUSUEM OF
ANTHROPOLOGY
Me and Sam walk through the door, as I hold up a map and a flashlight as Sam just holds a flashlight. I look at the map. "This way." I tell Sam as we walk down a hallway. "I hate this plan, Dean." Sam mutters. "Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it." I remark.
We turn a corner, walking side by side, and pass a motion sensor on the wall at mid-calf height. The light on the monitor sensor turns red as we keep walking.
Sam undoes a lock on a glass exhibition case and carefully takes a decorated axe from the case. I hold a hooked dagger from another case. Sam turns the axe around in his hands when we hear a noise and looks up. I look back at Sam, who inclines his head, and we put the weapons down and leave.
We leave the room and quickly walk towards the exit but when we turn a corner, we are met with two policemen. "Freeze!" One cop says and the of us turn back the other way but two more policemen block our way. "Don't move!" The second one orders and we go down the last hallway open to us but here is another pair of cops waiting for us.
"I said freeze!"
"Hold it right there!"
"Put your hands on your heads! Get down on your knees! Now!"
As the cops yells at us, me and Sam comply, kneeling down. Two of the cops walk closer and handcuff us. I smile, slightly, and look at Sam, who doesn't look as pleased and heaves a worried sigh.
******
After Sam gets his photograph taken, it's my turn and I grin from ear to ear as I stand where Sam was standing holding a sign reading:
81A3826
LITTLE ROCK
CITY POLICE
LITTLE ROCK AR.
"I call this one the Blue Steel." I say as I purse my lips, arching my right brow, and mug for the camera. "Yeah, that's right." The photographer says as he takes my picture.
"To the right." He tells me and I face the right as he snaps my picture again. "Alright, back to the lineup." He tells me. "Wait, who looks better, me or Nick Nolte?" I ask him, curiously. "Shut up." The photographer growls.
******
Later, in an interrogation room, I'm sitting in a chair when the door opens and two men enter. "Well, it's about time. I'll have a cheeseburger. Extra onions." I tell them as the black cop smile at the other cop and the other cop smirks. "You think you're funny." He says questioningly.
"I think I'm adorable. So does my girl." I reply, smiling wildly. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean." The black cop says and my smile freezes. "I'm Special Agent Victor Henrikson. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy." Henrikson says as I smile worriedly.
"Henrikson? Not the Milwaukee Agent Henrikson?" I ask max he smiles. "Live and in person." He says and I give a short laugh. Henrikson pulls out a picture of me looking over my shoulder. "Oh, nice shot." He says as he tosses the picture into the table. "You can hang that up in your cell at Super Max."
"Alright, maybe we can just forget the cheeseburger, huh?" I say to him. "Oh yeah. Keep that game face on. Try and cover up how concerned you are." Henrikson says as he turns to Reidy. "Read him the charges." He says. "Well, we got mail fraud, credit card fraud, grab desecration..." Reidy reads.
"Skip to the good ones." Henrikson tells him. "Armed robbery, kidnapping, and oh, three counts of first degree murder." Reidy says. "And after Milwaukee, your brother is now a suspect of murder and then there's your girlfriend, Ana..." he says and my eyes snap up to his. "...oh yes, she's a suspect too. I'm surprised she wasn't with you two tonight. Maybe she has a brain." Henrikson says as I smirk but clench my jaw in anger.
"So...you wanna tell us where Ana is?" Henrikson says and I chuckle. "You think I'd sell out my girl? No way." I tell him firmly as Henrikson stares at me and lets out a small snort of laughter. "Well, we'll find her. For now...I'd say for you and your brother, screwed to hell is a major understatement." He says.
"Well, where there's life, there's hope, huh?" I joke and Henrikson makes a noise of assent. "See? That's what I was thinking when I was searching for your asses all over hell and gone." He says and he leans forward on the table, speaking softly.
"Your dad taught you well. The way you cover your tracks and after Milwaukee the way you..." he whistles and moves his hand to the side, mimicking disappearing. "...Vanished." He says and I laugh softly. "Near went nuts trying to find you. Ask him." He nods to Reidy.
"He near went nuts." Reidy says to me, deadpan. "And after all that, you get tripped up on a motion detector. Pretty rookie move. Gotta say I was...surprised." Henrikson says and I smile again.
Suddenly, the door opens and we look over at it as a woman, wearing a suit, walks in. "Dean Winchester?" She asks me. "In the flesh." I reply. "And you are?" Henrikson asks her. "Mara Daniels, Public Defenders office." She says as she shakes my hand. "I've been assigned you and your brothers case." She says to me before she looks at Henrikson.
"Are you Henrikson?" She asks him. "Yeah, and we're not quite done here." He says in a bit of rude tone. "Ah, yeah. You are. And if you don't mind, I would like to meet with my clients, privately." Mara says and I raise my eyebrows, smiling at Henrikson.
******
Later, Sam and I are sitting in the same room with Mara as she opens her briefcase. "Unfortunately your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won't be until Tuesday." She says. "And they'll keep us in the county jail?" I ask her. "That's right." She nods.
"Green River County Detention Centre?" Sam asks. "Yes. And considering the charges you're facing, no judge in his right mind, is going to grant you bail." She says and I scoff. "Yeah, we figured that." I say. "Extradition papers have already been filed from five different states, Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concern- the bank robbery and the murder raps." She informs.
"How long can we stall extradition?" Sam asks her. "A week. Maybe less." Mara replies, shrugging and I nod as Sam raises his eyebrows at me.
******
The next day at the detention centre, the prisoners get out of the rear of the bus, along with me and Sam as we hold the chains to our wrists and ankles. "Alright, let's go. Watch your step. Come on, keep moving." A guard yells at us.
We walk past the front of the bus in a line and along the rec yard while prisoners line up against the fence and catcall at us. One of them points at Sam. "You're mine, baby!" He yells as Sam looks uncomfortable. "Don't worry, Sam. I promise I won't trade you for smokes." I tell him.
******
Us and the new prisoners, flanked by two guards and each carrying a blanket and a roll of toilet paper, walk down a hallway in a line. One of the guards unlock a cell door and the first prisoner in line and me enter the cell. "I call top bunk!" I say as my roommate scoffs and places his things on the top bunk.
"Okay." I mutter as I turn and watch Sam walk into the cell across from me. I see Sam nod to his very large roommate, who stands slowly and glares at him. Sam's eyes widen as he turns to look at me. The cell doors close on us as we stare at each other.
******
Later, at a cell block highway, we are lined up to be frisked by a guard, and scanned with a metal detecting rob by another. "My roommate doesn't say much- how's yours?" I ask Sam in a low voice as he stands behind me. "Just keeps staring at me...in a way that makes me...really uneasy." Sam replies.
"It sounds like you're making new friends." I joke. "Dean. This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done. And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy." Sam says. "Calm down. It's all part of the plan." I assure.
"Oh really? So Henrikson showing up was part of the plan?" Sam asks me. "Yeah, that guy moves a little faster than I thought. Look, all we gotta do is find this ghost, put this sucker down...then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos." I say. "That's not funny. Dean, what about this escape plan? It-" Sam starts to say but I talk over him.
"It's 100 percent sure. I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't. I mean, come on, man, this place have all the signs of a haunting, innocent people are dead. Four, so far." I tell him and Sam laughs sarcastically. "Yeah, innocent."
"You from Texas all of a sudden? Just because these people are in jail, doesn't mean they deserve to die. If we don't stop this thing, people are gonna continue to die. So do this job wherever it takes us." I say to him. "Look, Dean, just be straight with me alright? You're doing this for Deacon." Sam says. "Damn right." I reply.
"Well, you barely even know the guy." Sam argues. "We know he was in the corps with dad. We know he saved dads life and Ricks life a few times. Ana says we can trust him and we know we owe him." I tell him.
"But don't you think he's asking a little much?" Sam asks me. "It's doesn't matter. We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts. Now, that means something to me, and it ought to you. I'm not thrilled about this either, man, but Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down, and that's exactly what we're gonna do." I say to him.
"I hope Ana's okay." Sam mutters and I swallow. "She's fine. She said she'll see us soon once she talks to Deacon, whatever that means." I tell him although I am worried. We haven't seen her for a few days and I don't like her on her own.
******
At lunchtime, Sam is looking at some spaghetti on his fork and sniffs at it disdainfully as me and him eat at a table. "You know, this chicken isn't half-bad." I say. "Great." Sam grumbles as he puts his fork down and pushes his tray towards me. "Finish mine. Alright, so let's go back over this, Dean." He says as I stab Sam's chicken with my fork and move it to my plate.
"Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?" Sam asks. "Yeah, psycho killer extraordinaire- satanism, ritual murderer, died in jail." I tell him. "You sure it's him?" He asks me. "Pretty sure." I tell him.
"Dean, considering our circumstances, I'm gonna need a little bit better than pretty sure." He says. "Really pretty sure. Moody died of a heart attack, which are what all the victims in here are dying off. He died in the old cell block, which they closed after he croaked, 30 years ago. They just opened that back up. That's when the killings started." I explain.
"So you think his spirit was released somehow?" He asks. "Mm-hmm." I hum. "But what if he was already cremated?" He asks. "I'm guessing there's something in the old block that's keeping him around. And whatever it is, we gotta find it. And, uh, you know the rest." I say as I put down my fork.
"I'm done." I say as I get up and start to walk away as Sam follows. But then Sam bumps into a heavily tattooed prisoner. "Sorry I-" Sam starts to say but the prisoner interrupts him. "Watch where you're going." He growls.
"Yeah. Sure. I just-" Sam starts to say until I walk over to the prisoner. "He said he was sorry." I say, roughly. "Dean..." Sam says exasperated. "You talking to me?" The prisoner asks and I stare at him. "Are you talking to me?" He asks again and I roll my eyes, slightly.
"Great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver too many times." I mutter before I turn to the prisoner. "Yeah, I'm talking to you. Trust me. Let it go." I warn him then I walk away as I turn to Sam.
"Dean, come on." He says. "See, that's how you gotta talk to theses guys." I say as I wink. "Instant respect." I say. "You were saying?" Sam says as he nods and I turn to see a large prisoner following the tattooed prisoner towards me as the other prisoners look on. "Oh great." I mutter as the tattooed prisoner throws a punch at me but I catch him and hold him from behind.
"We can end this right now- no harm, no foul." I say but the guy breaks my hold. I grab him again and slam him against the wall. He steps on my foot and I step back, kicking him in the groin and then send him flying backwards to the ground with another kick.
"Enough!" A familiar voice yells out and a smirk tugs at my lips. "On your feet, Lucas." Another warden orders and the tattooed prisoner gets up. "Yes, sir, boss." He says as I turn and see Ana standing next to the other warden.
"You boys done?" She asks us with authority. "Yes ma'am." I tell her and I can tell she's trying not to smile at me. "What about you?" She asks the tattooed prisoner who just nods. "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you." She says and he glares at her. "I'm done." He tells her.
"Not a good start for you, is it, Winchester?" She asks me and Sam looks at her shocked, probably wondering how she got in here. "I'll take 'em to Solitary." She tells the warden who nods agreeing. "Let's go." She says as Lucas starts to all in front of her before I pass her and she follows behind us to Solitary.
When we get there, she opens one door, and nods for Lucas to go in before she locks it behind him. She opens another door and nods for me to get in but instead of locking the door behind me, she follows me in, shutting the door behind her.
She turns around and her face splits into a grin. "Hey, handsome." She says and I chuckle. "Hey baby." I say as I lean down and kiss her softly. "I've missed you." I tell her and she chuckles. "It's only been a few days."
"I don't care. I hate being away from you and how the hell did Deacon agree to this?" I ask as I look down at her warden outfit, that she looks very good in. "Well, I told him the plan and he agreed. Plus he supposedly owed my dad." She tells me.
"Well, I've gotta say, you look very sexy like this, baby." I smirk and she smirks back. "It comes with handcuffs." She tells me seductively as she gets them out and shows me. I laugh as I look at them.
"You gotta get back?" I ask her and she shakes her head. "Nope." She says and I smirk. "Good." I say as I kiss her again, more roughly. She moans in the back of her throat as I rip open her shirt, seeing her navy laced bra. She shrugs off her shirt as I pull her hair out of her bun.
She undoes her weapons belt, dropping it on the floor as I start walking us to the single bed. She undoes my jumpsuit, pushing it down as I move my hands to her trousers, undoing them, letting them drop as I see her matching navy thong.
"You tryna kill me, baby?" I groan as I look at her. "Well, you haven't touched me in days so I thought I'd give you a little treat." She whispers against my lips and I swallow at her words. I run my hands down her sides to her ass, gripping it tightly. "Give me those handcuffs." I tell her roughly and she hands them to me.
"Get on the bed." I tell her and she climbs on the bed, giving me a view of her ass. She lays down and I climb on top of her, raising her arms above her head, handcuffs her wrists the to the metal frame.
I smirk as I lean down, hearing her breathing pick up. I run my hand down her body, letting my fingertips tease her as she hums softly. I move my hand into her panties, my fingers finding her clit and I start to rub it in circles softly.
She moans lowly as I lean down and kiss her. Her hands clench as her clit pulses against my fingers. "You're so wet." I groan and she chuckles. "It was seeing you as a bad boy." She tells me and I chuckle. "You got a thing for bad boys, baby?" I ask and she smiles. "I've got a thing for you, Dean Winchester." She tells me.
I smirk as I brush my lips against hers. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, you're gonna have trouble walking." I whisper against her lips and she moans. "I take it you like the sound of that?" I ask and she nods.
I move down the bed, pulling her panties off before I spread her legs. I waste no time in leaning down and sucking her clit into her mouth making her back arch. "Dean." She moans and I groan into her pussy at her taste.
I grip her thighs in my hands, holding them tight enough to leave a hand print. "Fuck, you taste good." I tell her and she chuckles softly. I move my hand down and push two fingers inside her making her shake.
I slowly move my fingers as I feel her clench. I curl them making her moan, her back arching. "You gonna cum for me?" I whisper and she moans. "Yeah." She whimpers and I suck her clit harder as her thighs shake. "D, you're gonna make me cum." She moans.
"Good." I say as she clenches around my fingers, her clit tightening as she cums. "Oh shit." She moans as I lap her cum up, slowly pulling my fingers out as she pants.
I chuckle lowly as I take my T-shirt off and lean back over her, leaning down to kiss her softly. She moans softly as I grab her thighs and wrap them around my waist. I line myself up with her and slowly push in.
"Mm-hmm." She moans as I start to move, my hands clenched into fists either side of her. She tries to twist but the handcuffs stop her making me chuckle. I lean down and kiss her softly as I start to thrust harder.
"You feel so good." I tell her and she hums, looking up at me. "You make me feel good." She tells me and I smirk, moving my lips to her neck, kissing down to her chest. I suck her soft skin into my mouth, leaving a mark.
"Trying to show the other prisoners I'm yours?" She asks knowingly as she moans. "Gladly. But you know you're mine." I tell her possessively and she chuckles. "You've always been possessive of me." She says and I nod as I feel her clenching around me.
"Because you've always been mine and you always will be." I tell her as she starts shaking, twisting again to get out of the handcuffs. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers. "Look at me." I tell her and she holds eye contact with me. She clenches around me tightly, as she moans softly.
"Cum for me, beautiful." I whisper against her lips a I kiss her and she moans into my mouth as she cums. "Fuck." I groan as I cum with her. She pants softly as I slow down, pulling out. "We're keeping these." I tell her as I tug on the handcuffs and she nods. "Definitely." She agrees as I kiss her.
******
"I wish I had a baseball." I say as I lean against the wall, a few hours after Ana left me in the cell. "What? What'd you say?" Lucas asks me through the small window-slit of his cell. I said, I wish I had a baseball." I repeat as I move so I can look through my own window-slit.
"You know, like...Steve McQueen." I say. "Yeah? Well, I wish I had a bat- so I could bash your freaking head in." Lucas growls. "Okay." I mutter as I go back to leaning against the wall. "Well, so much for the bonding in Solitary moment." I mutter.
Suddenly, the lights flicker and my breath becomes visible. "Oh crap." I mutter as I look through the window-slit and see a clock in the hallway, which reads 8:30. The second hand is just pat the four and isn't moving. The lights begin to flicker with a static-y sound.
"Lucas, listen to me. Stay very still." I tell him as he looks through his window-slit. There is a whooshing sound and two narrowed eyes looks at me before it disappears. I hear a scream coming from Lucas's cell as I look through the slit but can't see anything.
******
Later, after I got let out of solitary, I play cards with a prisoner at an outdoor table. "Call." I tell him. "Three aces." The prisoner says. "That's a bad beat. That is a bad beat..." I say as the prisoner picks up the cigarettes that are on the table between us. Sam is standing close by watching the game.
"...but, see, I'm full...3s over aces." I tell him and the prisoner drops the cigarettes, slamming his hands down on the table and stands up. "Ha, ha, ha, sorry. Hey, it's a cruel game, my friend." I laugh as I spread my arms. The prisoner flings down his cards and storms off. "Sorry, guys." I say to them.
Sam then sits down across from me as I gather the cigarettes I've won. "It's like picking low hanging fruit." I say. "You don't even smoke." Sam says. "Are you kidding me? This is the currency of the realm." I say as Sam narrows his eyes.
"Look. I got a good lead on Moody." He says. "Me too. His spirit paid a little visit last night." I tell him. "What?" Sam asks confused. "The clock stopped, the flickering lights, cold spot... I mean, he did everything but yell boo." I say.
"Well, what happened?" He asks. "He walked right by me. Lucas wasn't so lucky. I mean, the way he was screaming...the guys was a jerk, it he didn't deserve to go like that. What'd you find out on Moody?" I ask him. "Yeah, so, I think I know where we might firm his remains. Blood in his old cell." Sam replies.
"Blood? I thought it was a heart attack." I say confused. "It was, after the guards worked him over. I mean, apparently there was so much blood in there, they had trouble mopping it out." Sam explains.
"How we gonna get in?" I ask. "I got a plan." Sam says and I smile. "That's the Sammy I know. Come on, man, you're like Clint Eastwood from Escape from Alcatraz." I tell him. "The problem is, even if we find something, how are we gonna burn it? We don't have any accelerant." Sam says. "It's a good thing I'm like James Garner form The Great Escape." I say as I stand up and hold two full hands of cigarettes. "Hey, fellas! Who's ready to deal?"
******
Back in the cafeteria, me and Sam are in line for food as we begin to talk amongst each other. "You sure about this?" I ask Sam. "Pretty sure." He replies. "Yeah, well, considering our circumstances, I'd like a little better than pretty sure." I tell him. "Okay, really pretty sure." He assures as I look at the man plating our food.
"I like mine al dente." I say as the server plonks spaghetti noodles and sauce on my tray. "Perfect." I say as I walk to the table the large prisoner is sat at. "Save room for desert, Tiny. Heh Heh Heh." I say as sit down opposite them.
"Hey, I wanted to ask you, 'cause I couldn't help but notice that you are two tons of fun. Just curious- is it like a thyroid problem or is it some deep seated self-esteem issue?" I ask as Sam is on his feet nearby watching. "Cause, you know, they're, uh, they're just doughnuts. They're not love." I tell him.
Tiny smiles then suddenly shoves his tray towards me and punches me in the face making me go flying to the ground. The warden and Ana walk around a corner near two guards as I het up and hit Tiny three times, but my punches seem to have no impact. Tiny grabs the front of my jumpsuit and headbutts me. I step back with my hand on my head.
A guard puts his baton around Tiny's neck from behind. Tiny picks the guard up and slams him on the table. "Guys, give me a hand." The guard says and two guards hurry over as Tiny punches me again.
I see Sam slip away as the guards finally get Tiny away from and Ana and the warden walk over to me. Ana helps me up. "You okay?" She mouths to me and I nod, winking slightly. "If we waited any longer, you'd be dead." The warden tells me. "You waited long enough." I remark and the warden shoves his baton into my stomach.
I double over and the warden grabs the back of my head. "Do yourself a favour. Don't. Talk." He warns then looks up at the guards as I look at Ana. "Watch Sam." I mouth to her and she nods. "Take them both up to the infirmary." The warden tells the guards.
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Me and Tiny are in adjacent cells in the infirmary with wire fence walls and a curtain between us. "Hey, Tiny." I call out. "Yeah?" Tiny replies. "Hey, sorry about the things I was saying earlier. I can't really tell you why, but I had to get you angry. So, uh...anyway, sorry." I apologise. "It's okay. Truth is, I have low self-esteem issues. My old man treated me and my brother like crap, right up till the day he died." Tiny tells me.
"How'd he die?" I ask him. "My brother shot him." Tiny replies. "Okay." I mutter then I see the ghost of a woman standing on the other side of the infirmary. The clock on the wall reads 8:45 and the second hand is at 12. "Oh, crap." I say.
"What is it?" Tiny asks as I get off my bed, looking around for something against the ghost and rattle the door of the cell. The ghost walks through the fence she was standing behind. The time on the clock hasn't changed.
"What's going on?" Tiny asks I grab the salt shaker from a tray at the end of my bed. The ghost come closer and I get flung back against the wall then fall to the floor with a groan.
"What is it?" Tiny asks concerned as the ghost stands over me and puts her hand on my chest as I groan in pain. She breathes out, her breathe visible, when I fling salt at her and she disappears. I lie back, clutching my chest and groaning in pain.
"Oh! No! Nooo!" Tiny screams, inarticulately.
"Tiny!" I shout as I get to my feet. I could see Tiny's shape through the curtain as I slide down the fenced wall of my cell. "Tiny!" I shout again as I slam the door of my cell, kicking it.
"Guards! Guards!" I shout.