A few notes:
-This fanfiction is taking place after the second Boondock Saints movie, and around Season 5 of Supernatural.
-The main characters of this fanfiction will be Murphy, Connor, and Castiel.
-The story will most likely be told in Connor's Omnipotent Point Of View.
-My tumblr is Apotheosize, and you can contact me there as well as view any photosets, gifs, or updates I make concerning this story.
It was a normal day inside the prison that he first made his visit.
First of all, the entire concept of having a 'normal day' inside of a jail cell annoyed the living hell out of Connor MacManus, not to mention his twin brother Murphy. The two weren't supposed to be locked behind bars, but instead out on the streets, passing judgement on those that committed evil acts.
Second of all, the use of the term 'visit' is made lightly.
He didn't so much as visit as he did suddenly appear in the infirmary one boring day, effectively scaring the shit out of the twins.
The two didn't have much to do besides heal from their wounds and watch their backs, plus their buddy Romeo's since the guy could still barely move. The Saints weren't exactly well loved inside of the prison, considering what they use to do for a living on the outside world. They killed the bad guys, after all, and now here they were right in middle of all of them. It seemed that the prison staff had been trying to keep them in the infirmary for as long as possible, many of them being on their side.
After all, a guard could only deal with so much time looking over murders and rapists before thinking that hey, someone should just fucking kill them.
So there was usually a guard or two standing outside the infirmary doors, but after an apparently completely coincidental riot, they had to go help with getting the prisoners calmed down and sorted out.
Needless to say, neither brother had ever expected an Angel to look like a middle class tax accountant.