THE TATTOO

DISCLAIMER

I know, I should be focusing on finals like a good little college student, but this plot bunny's been buggin' me since Folsom Prison Blues. Plus it gives me the opportunity to put in a "Cry-Baby" reference. Takes place about the third day they're in the prison. This is only a one-shot.

Sam wasn't really worried about being in prison. Yeah, he was convinced that this was a moronic idea, but he knew that if any of the inmates saw the tattoo, they'd leave him alone. However, he'd have a heck of a time explaining it to Dean. A chime buzzed and Sam walked into the yard. One of the inmates roughly bumped into the younger Winchester. Sam ignored the affront, but was whirled around, and then shoved to the ground.

"HEY!" Dean shouted. He ran up as Sam stood up.

"I don't know what your problem is, but you don't want to do this," the younger hunter told him.

"Guess again, pretty boy," the inmate threatened.

"Okay, that's it," Dean growled.

"Dean, no," Sam said, grabbing his arm.

"Wha---?" Confused, Dean turned to Sam.

"We have a job to do. We don't have time to deal with cons on a power trip," Sam responded.

"I'll show you a power trip," the inmate growled. Then, he lunged at Sam, and the two began brawling. Sam was knocked back as the others began to watch. Dean tried to interfere, but was pushed back. As Sam's shirtsleeves ripped, one of the older men noticed a strange marking on his shoulders.

"Hold it! Hold it!" he shouted, pushing through the crowd. Sam grunted as he was pinned to the floor.

"I SAID HOLD IT!" the con shouted, yanking the man off the hunter. "Look," he continued, gesturing to the design. Sam's attacker followed the other man's gaze. On Sam's shoulder were the initials. W.W., which was above a tear drop surrounded by a square.

"You're a Scrape?" the man gasped.

"Hardcore Scrape. He knows Wade Walker," the older man commented. Dean's brows furrowed. What were they talking about?

"Dude, I'm so sorry. I---" Sam's attacker began to apologize, helping him up.

"Hey, it's no big deal. You didn't know," Sam answered, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Guards," someone warned. Instantly, the two turned.

"What happened?" Deacon questioned.

"Tripped. I'm okay," Sam lied.

"You sure?" Deacon checked.

"Yeah, don't worry. Not the first time, and it won't be the last," Sam dismissed, moving past him abruptly.

"Sammy," Dean said, grabbing his arm.

"I'm fine. Let it go," Sam told him, gently shaking free. Then, he walked away. Dean stared at his brother in surprise.

"Okay, seriously, what the heck?" he demanded.

THE END