Cas/Chuck Prison Fic
(Co-written with Càstíel NaughtyAngel Növák)
Chuck stood there with a shocked, vacant expression. There was something really dehumanizing about being stripped of his clothes, rights, and having a mug shot taken by the lens of a camera, that's probably judging him less than he was judging himself. As the camera flashed and captured his 5 minutes of 'fame' he remembered thinking "I'm just a writer. How did this happen?" But was quickly jolted from the thought as he was escorted in handcuffs and an orange jumper though an iron door that clanged powerfully behind him, locking him into his new reality. A reality called 'Prison'.
Chuck glanced around the large open area of the prison as the Prison officer told him things he couldn't focus on and unlocked his wrist and ankle cuffs. Chuck could feel his heart beat hammer, and could feel his stomach tighten as he choked down the taste of bile in his mouth. He shuddered a bit as the cold cuffs came off and he touched the pain filled spots on his wrists as he looked around at inmates sitting around eating supper. This was hell, living hell. And Chuck was not going to do well in here.
"You'll be shown your cell in 30 minutes once eating time is over. Go get something to eat, and remember to play nice with the others." The monotone officer said and turned to leave. "I don't really know why they think you need to be in here, based on the case built against you, but good luck. You'll need it." The officer said and turned to leave.
"You're leaving?" Chuck said turning and suddenly looking frightened.
"Well, yeah. I'm not a part of the prison staff. I'm an officer with the county. You're the prisons responsibility now." The officer saw Chucks worry, and to be honest the officer really was nice, he could see that whatever case had been made against Chuck was totally a set up. "Good luck, Chuck." The officer said and turned as they buzzed him out of the prison.
Chuck stood there in shock, and then turned around nervously glancing around. He really hoped that Sam and Dean would get his voicemail he made with his one phone call. They were probably his only hope. Now he just had to survive prison until they came to rescue him.
Chuck looked around and started walking towards a relatively empty table, but before he could get there someone grabbed his shoulder and said "Hey! Chuck!" And Chuck nearly jumped out of his skin and spun around cringing from the hand that had tapped his shoulder.
"C-Castiel?!" Chuck stammered in an almost pre pubescent squeak. "Y-you're here? Already?!" Chuck gasped and held a hand to his racing heart. "Oh thank GOD! I thought I would die in here waiting! Let's go. Zap us out of here!"
Cas grinned but then frowned suddenly at the mention of rescue. "I can't Chuck. I don't have enough strength to do that. Besides I'm working on something for Sam and Dean. I have to stay."
"Stay? Are you crazy? We have to get out of here! Wait…. Why are you in a prison jumper? Didn't you just get here?" Chuck said and looked at Cas with confusion.
"No, I've been here a couple of weeks. Why are YOU here?" Cas said and tilted his head mirroring Chuck's confusion.
"I-It's a long story, and a HUGE misunderstanding. I think I was set up. Anyway, so what's the plan? How do we get out of here?" Chuck said and stepped closer whispering now, since talking loudly about an escape plan would probably be bad for both of them.
"The plan, is we go eat supper. And as far as getting out of here goes, I have noooo idea yet. I'm still waiting to hear from Sam and Dean." Cas said and took Chuck by the shoulder and walked him to his table. "Chuck meet convicts. Convicts meet Chuck." Cas said and gestured to the 4 individuals sitting at the table glowering up at them. "Don't worry, they look evil but they all listen to me. You should go get some food before they stop serving. I'll be here, filling them in on why they shouldn't beat you up."
"Beat me up?!" Chuck whispered in a shrill voice. "Cas, are you sure I should sit here? I don't want-"
"Yes, Chuck. Calm down. I promise these guys are the LEAST of your worries. Now go get some food before our friends here get suspicious." Cas spun Chuck and urged him towards the food line with a slap on the ass. Chuck let out a small yipe and then cleared his throat like it didn't happen, and walked forward nervously.
"Go get food, go get food in the creepy prison, go get the creepy prison food, and go straight back to Cas. Cas will keep me safe." Chuck mumbled to himself as he rounded the corner to where he smelled food. It smelled horrible, but he didn't really get a say on what food he got in prison.
But as Chuck circled the corner he was suddenly headed off by a big tough looking guy with a shaved head and really intimidating muscles that popped out the veins on his arms, which also seemed to stand out on his intense brow. "O-oh, hello there, um, excuse me, didn't see you there. Not that you're not very noticeable, sir. Um, sorry sir." Chuck said and tried to wriggle around the beefy man. But to no avail because the guy grabbed Chuck by the jugular and swung him around pushing him through a doorway, into a dark room.
As Chuck fell to the floor coughing and gagging, he could smell the strong aroma of dryer sheets and could hear swirling washing machines. Then as the light clicked on, and the door was shut, Chuck noticed he was in the laundry room, and it wasn't just him and Mr. Muscles, but a whole group of about 5 other convicts all standing around him as he lay coughing on the floor. Chuck glanced around as he wished he was back at home sleeping, passed out and drunk on his sofa. He wished that he would wake up and it would just be a bad nightmare. But as the men closed in around him, opening up their jumpsuits and pulling out their cocks, Chuck thought he may not wake up if he hadn't already. He really wished he would wake up. But it was becoming clear that this wasn't a dream. And he had NO chance of getting out of this easily. He couldn't even speak. He couldn't find his voice and he was scared stiff.
One guy grabbed him by the hair and another made sure Chuck wouldn't stand up by kicking him in the gut. Chuck grunted and curled in on himself as much as his body could as they yanked his head back. "Let's see what you can do pretty boy." One inmate said and gripped Chuck's jaw, forcing his mouth open. Chuck's eyes began to tear up and he struggled. He tried to get the inmates hands off of his face, and out of his hair, he tried turning his head away too, but nothing worked. He wasn't strong enough, and he knew guys like this would treat him worse the more he resisted. He had a whole school history of bullies that taught him the basics of what happens to guys like him if he fought the bullies.
So Chuck stopped kicking, stopped trying to find his voice, and stopped thinking. He just let his jaw slack and closed his eyes, accepting that prison was hell, and he just tried to think about home. He reminded himself that if he was lucky he may someday get back home. IF he was really, REALLY lucky.
Chuck could hardly keep from gagging as he felt the head of a cock get pushed into his open mouth and Chuck could hear their gross laughter and the one man's grunts of pleasure as he forced his cock into his mouth, but Chuck just thought about home, about his sofa, and his robe and anything to keep him from thinking about….. the horror happening to him. He just wanted to let it happen, and then hopefully it would be over. He'd survived this sort of stuff before, he could do it again…
But like the godsend he is, Cas just then barged in and punched Mr. Muscles in the back of the head with a lunch tray and proceeded to knock down and out, all 5 of the other men, with a strength that was only explainable by the fact that Cas wasn't your average guy. Chuck sat there, and for a moment he gasped as Cas' hand came towards him, but he grabbed the inmate who was holding Chuck's hair and twisted his arm, making him let go of Chuck's hair painlessly. Chuck slumped down, and kicked the floor sliding away from the violence. He leaned against a washing machine and wiped his mouth, gagging and pulling at his jumper that they had began to unzip.
His eyes didn't leave Cas, but for a moment each time he saw the convicts faces light up in shock as they fell to the floor unconscious. Chuck felt better seeing them get their asses handed to them, but he wasn't safe yet, he knew that this was only the beginning, and retaliating usually made things all the harder to prevent the next time. Chuck sat speechless as the room was now silent but for the machines and Cas breathing heavily, blood on his knuckles, making sure that all the convicts weren't getting up for another round.
Then Cas turned and looked at Chuck. Chuck didn't know how to react, he was grateful, but also in shock. Terrified by his attack. Cas walked over slowly hunching down to Chucks eye level where he sat on the floor. "Chuck, are you okay? My God, I shouldn't have let you out of my sights. Fuck. I knew things would be tough, but I didn't think they would go after you so soon. I'm so sorry, Chuck." Cas reached out, going to touch a bloody cut on Chucks chin and cheekbone. But Chuck closed his eyes and flinched.
"D-don't I um, Cas, thank you. But um.. I need a moment to, calm down first." Chuck said and curled his legs in to try and stand up. Cas held his hands out to help him. Chuck eyed Cas' hand and gingerly took it and let Cas help him stand. "You shouldn't have helped me. It'll make them try harder and they'll get even more violent about it next time." Chuck said softly hardly able to look at Cas now. He felt dirty and weak, and … like a burden to Cas.
"Are you crazy? I couldn't let them do that to you! Not in a million years! Besides, there won't BE a next time. I won't let anything happen to you, Chuck. I promise." Cas said and pulled Chuck into a hug. Chuck stiffened but let Cas hug him. He wasn't afraid of Cas, he just was still shaken up about the attack. Probably would have nightmares again like he used to in high school. But this was by far an entirely worse situation than any of those high school bullies were. These guys would kill Chuck if they got the chance.
"Cas, I know you mean well, but I don't really think you can keep me safe the entire time I'm in here, we don't even have the same cells. That's um…. Where I hear most of the…. Bad stuff, happens….." Chuck said cringing at the thought of sharing a cell with some other fuck hungry convict.
"I can and I will, starting with getting your cell switched to mine. I will protect you Chuck. Besides, you're my heavenly responsibility, as you are a Prophet. We can't have you getting raped and killed in prison. It's not conducive to your 'process' now is it?" Cas said with a small smile trying to cheer Chuck up. Chuck did smile a bit at that, and nodded. Okay, but don't worry too much. I can put up with the physical and sexual abuse, just… I don't want to die yet…." Chuck said sadly and hugged his arms around himself.
Cas wrapped his arm around Chuck's shoulder and walked them carefully out of the Laundry room. He turned out the light and closed the door so that the inmates would be left to sleep until a guard came around on patrol to find them. "Well, I won't let any of that happen to you, Chuck. You're heavens precious cargo. You need to be mentally, and physically ship shape, so you can write the Winchester Gospels." Cas said and walked them both to the lunch line. "Now, time to eat, and make sure you get a little extra if you can, because I lost my string beans and potatoes when I clocked that inmate over the head with my tray. I wanted that food yet." Cas said sadly and smiled at Chuck.
Chuck smiled back a bit. "Okay, I'll see if my cute convict face can get us some extra food." Chuck said and stepped up to the lunch lady and flashed a brilliant smile. Cas watched on from a few steps back, proudly tweaking an eyebrow and grinning as he saw how the lunch lady actually softened at seeing a face uncommon to prison. She even looked a bit concerned by the cuts on Chuck's face. Which from her perspective probably made him out to seem like a pitiable soft hearted guy who wasn't going to last long in prison, so she heaped two large piles of potatoes and a couple other items onto his tray and gave him a soft smile and told him to "Eat up, you need your strength." And Chuck gratefully nodded and walked back to Cas. "Got it!" Chuck said and walked back to the lunch tables with Cas. Cas pulled Chuck into a proud side hug and sighed saying "Wow, Chuck, I'll have to remember this for if I ever need your charms when working another case. Maybe you can get info out of other people too!" Cas said and grabbed the apple off of Chucks tray and bit into it. He chewed the crisp red apple a bit and then tucked it into his cheek and said, "But first things first, after supper I am getting your room switched to mine!" Cas said and nodded reassuringly.
"But how? Isn't that sort of stuff hard to do here?" Chuck said and looked at Cas curiously.
"Well Chuck, you have your charms, and I have MINE." Cas said and smirked as they reached the lunch table and sat down to eat.