Locked Away

Innocent until proven guilty. That was the saying, right? Well, I am one hundred percent guilty. Lock me up and throw away the key because if I could go back and change the events of my history, I wouldn't change a damn thing. My name is Castiel Novak and I am a murderer.

XxX

"Get in line, Novak!," a police officer screamed at me as he pushed me into the line to have your mugshot taken. My family must be so proud. Today is my first official day at the Kansas state prison. Yes, I am the new guy but if I can get my way no one will even notice me.

Well, I can dream. As I went through the numb routine of the morning, I was actually looking forward to having my own cell. Usually murderers are placed into solitary confinement until they can prove that they can be around others.

I wouldn't prove that. That was the plan. I felt the strong grip on my upper arm as a guard led me down a long, dark hallway of cells. I was in the standard orange jumpsuit and handcuffs in the front of my body. Not exactly how I pictured my life at twenty-five but I'll take it.

"New meat!," one prisoner cried out resulting in a slew of wolf whistles and dibs on me. Their derogatory comments didn't bother me. In fact, they motivated me to prove that I'm the craziest guy in the place so I wouldn't have to go anywhere near those imbeciles.

I smirked to myself as I walked along with the guards grip still not wavering on my arm. We arrived at the last cell in the right where a large man was turned around on the bottom bunk with his back to the bars. "Welcome home," the guard said with a hint of amusement in his tone.

My eyes widened as I looked from the prisoners back to the guard, "I believe you've made a mistake. I should be in a private room. Far, far away from anyone."

The guards face turned serious, "Oh, that's right. You murdered some poor bastard in cold blood."

I nodded and kept my eyes wide as the guard pulled out his walkie talkie. Thank God I wouldn't have to be locked up with this psycho.

"Hey, there's been a mistake. You got Novak locked up with the other murderous psycho," the guard said sarcastically into the speaker.

I furrowed my brow in confusion as the guard laughed in my face. "Get the fuck in there, Novak. No one gives a shit that you killed someone. Almost everyone here has and I'll tell you it wasn't their boss, you dipshit," the guard spat as he swung open the cell door and pushed me in.

I stuck my still handcuffed hands through the bars and yelled, "You don't understand! I'm fucking crazy! I need to be locked away!"

The guard shook his head as he took off my handcuffs. "Welcome to paradise. Hope killing that guy was worth it," he said as he walked away and back down the long hallway.

"Ah!," I screamed as I kicked the bars and shook them hard.

"Its no use," came a gruff voice from behind me.

I turned around to take a look at my new cell mate who was still hunched over with his back to me.

"Who are you?," I asked cautiously.

The man stood up and he was a lot taller than his posture from before let on. He turned around and I was met with large brown eyes and chin length scruffy hair.

"I'm Sam Winchester," the man said confidently.

XxX

I held the lunch tray in my hand as the line slowly moved along. Sam stood behind me with his own tray. I learned he was in here for forgery and robbery. He wasn't even bothered when he found I out I was in for murder.

"What do you want?," the large cafeteria woman with her crooked hair net asked in boredom.

I looked at the many items before me and felt my stomach turn in disgust. "Ill take anything that hasn't moved in the last twenty seconds," I said.

Sam chuckled from behind me and the lunch lady looked at me unamused before dropping a pile of what looks like it used to be beans onto my tray.

I pursed my lips and nodded, "Fair enough." I held onto my tray as I looked around the common area. There were tables and tables of the meanest looking men that I've ever seen.

Suddenly I didn't feel so confident anymore but I had to fake it until I made it. "You coming, dude?," Sam asked as he appeared next to me with his own tray filled up with green slop.

I nodded and followed him to a small table in the back where three other men were seated. I sat down wearily across from Sam and next to a man who looked as if he still belonged in high school.

"Hey, man. Names Garth," the young boy next to him said as he stuck his hand out for me to shake.

I shook his hand firmly and managed a tight smile. "Castiel," I replied.

"Castiel? That's a strange name," a deep southern drawl said from next to Sam.

I nodded and looked up at the large man who was staring at me suspiciously. "That's Benny. A real stickler," Garth explained.

Benny continued eyeing me as he took a sip of his water. "Oh, God. Not another pissing contest," said the shorter stalky man with a British accent that was seated at the end of the table.

"Shut up, Cowley," Sam said as he rolled his eyes.

Crowley threw his head back and stared at the ceiling. "I'd rather be handcuffed to my mother for a century than to listen to any of you another second," he mumbled dramatically.

Sam smirked and rolled his eyes as he picked at his food with his plastic fork. It was quiet as everyone ate in silence for a few minutes. "Why are you here?," Benny asked suddenly.

I shrugged, "Same reason we're all here."

"Oh, so you got caught hacking into the FBI database, too," Benny commented sarcastically.

"Hey, leave him alone. Its not his fault you couldn't cover your tracks," Sam said as he pushed Benny chest.

"Or what? Your big bad brother going to come rescue you?," Benny asked as he started laughing hysterically.

Sam gave him a 'go to hell' look as Benny stood up to leave. He placed his hand in the middle of the table and leaned into my face. "Were all fucking crazy sometimes," he whispered and gave me a knowing wink before sauntering off.

"Don't mind him too much, buddy. This place got the best of him," Garth said and slapped my back before getting up to leave himself.

I watched as Sam continued his meal in silence while the man known as Crowley continued to stare at the ceiling. What have I gotten myself into?

XxX

"Winchester!," I heard a loud, obnoxious voice yelling from outside my shared cell. I sat up slowly and wiped the sleep from my eyes.

"Get your ass up, Winchester! You're being moved," the guard continued to shout at my cell mate.

"What's going on?," Sam asked as he climbed out of bed.

I watched sleepily as Sam stood in front of the bars and engaged in a hushed conversation with the guard before nodding and turning around.

He gathered his things in a small duffle bag the guard provided before turning to me. "I'll catch you later, man," he winked at me before leaving.

"Well, that was odd," I said to myself. I could still hear the echoes of their footsteps as my new friend left. I was left to wonder who my new cell mate would be and if he would be as easy going as Sam was. I sure hoped so.

XxX

I made it through the day without making any new enemies and all in all just staying out of the way. The day had come and gone and I didn't see any sign of Sam. It was like he had disappeared.

I walked down the hallway with the night guard towards my cell. I was about ready to call it a day. "Looks like you got a new one already," the guard commented in a smug tone.

I raised my eyebrow and looked into the cell. There was tall, fit man leaning against the wall. I couldn't me out his features in the dark but could see his green eyes glowing from a mile away.

I stepped more into the small room and flinched slightly as the door slammed shut . I focused on the sound of footsteps walking further away instead of the strange new man in front of me.

Finally, I couldn't avoid him anymore so I set my sights forward and held my hand out. "Hey. I'm Castiel," I said trying my best to not let my voice crack.

The man stepped out from the shadows and into the light where I could see him clearly. He was gorgeous and not at all what I was expecting. His hair was a Sandy brown and his freckles were magnificent. His entire being made it seem like a model in a prison jumpsuit. I was instantly attracted.

But the man didn't shake my hand. Instead he said something that I never would have expected to hear. "My names Dean Winchester and I've come to break you out."