Disclaimer: looks around, checks wallet Nope, definitely don't own Supernatural. I don't get anything for writing this...just havin' a little fun lolz.

Quick setup before we begin:

So yes, Deer Lodge is a real town in Montana. Very very small town…one stop light…two miles long…haha…very very small. But it does have one thing that is awesome, and that's an old prison.

No one has actually died because of anything in that prison, but it wouldn't be very SN with out a death, would it?

Also, this happens sometime during the last half of Season 1. My stories really don't follow the story line, its better that way. I get to bring "dead" people back to life...muahahahahahaha...

Here goes!

Chapter 1 – A Different Kind Of Jailbait

"What the…" was all Sam could say as he pulled the Impala off of Interstate 90. Sam smiled as he looked over at his sleeping brother. Dean was not going to like this. Smiling even wider, Sam flipped up the radio, and Brian Johnson's voice filled the silent car. Out of all the tapes in his box, Sam was glad Dean had last been listening to AC/DC.

"Where are we?" asked a startled Dean as he began to rub his eyes.

Sam turned the radio back down. "Um…Deer Lodge, Montana."

"Deer what? Oh man, come on," Dean muttered, still trying to shake the sleep out of his eyes.

They had seen their fair share of small towns, but this one took the cake.

"Well, Dean, I saw some people needed help."

"Ok, relay what we're doing here again?" Dean sighed as they pulled into the gas station. I-90 Plaza the sign read. There was a restaurant just a little past it named 4B's, and a McDonalds across the road.

"Well, at least I found dinner," Dean muttered as climbed out of the car. Picking up one of the nozzles, he shoved it into his gas tank.

Soon, the brothers were sitting at one of the booths in the corner of the 4Bs. Windows swallowed two sides of the restaurant, so they had a view of the road and a corner of the parking lot, where the Impala sat. There were mountains everywhere, and the trees had just begun to turn red and orange with the changing of the seasons. Fall in Montana was not a bad sight Dean decided.

"So, there's this prison on the other side of town. Apparently it was shut down in 1979 and opened as a tourist attraction. Well, it had it's fair share of suicides and murders, so I guess the spirits are getting restless," Sam said in between bites of salad.

"They ever say why it shut down?"

"No, they just moved all of the prisoners to a new prison just outside of town."

"More coffee?" A waitress appeared and gestured towards Dean's empty cup.

"Uh, sure," Dean said, offering the cup. Squinting he read her name tag. "So, Norma, how much do you know about the Old Montana State Prison?"

"Well," she said, setting the coffee pot on the table. "It sure brings tourists. Why?"

"Well, we're sort of local history buffs," Sam replied. "And a big fan of ghost stories."

"Oh, really?" the waitress' eyes widened. "Well, I do believe you boys have come to the right town!"

"Why is that?" Sam prodded. Norma smiled and leaned in.

"Well, there's this group of local high schoolers. They have this little theatrical company and they like to put on plays in the old theater in the prison. Well, at their opening night last night, some mysterious stuff was goin' down. One girl even said a 'prisoner' appeared and threatened to kill her if she didn't leave."

"Norma! We got ice cream thawin' over here!"

After Norma bustled away muttering under her breath, Dean turned and looked at Sam. While Norma had been talking, Sam had pulled out his laptop.

"Damn, no service. Looks like I won't be doing any internet browsing from here." With an exasperated sigh, Sam closed the laptop. The boys finished their dinners in silence, each lost in thought. Near the end of his dinner, out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw a group of girls staring at them. Grinning, he made eye contact with one of them. The all looked away and began to giggle. Suddenly the group of girls was joined by a few guys, each of them wearing letterman jackets displaying a large '08'. High school girls? Dean sighed. It was getting harder and harder to separate the jail bait from the legal.

"Well," said Dean, clearing his throat. "It's getting late, we better go find a motel. I need a shower."

"Yes, you reek," was Sam's reply. He had not even noticed the exchange.

Next to the front counter, Sam noticed a tower of post cards. Picking up one, he noticed it looked like an old prison.

"Is this the prison?" Sam asked Norma as she rang up their bill.

"Yep," she said. "If you take a left out of the parking lot here, just follow that road through town and you'll see it on your right, the tourist guide is on the left across the street." Dean sighed as Sam began to ask about the nearest library. Geek boy was rearing his ugly head again. All he wanted was a shower and a bed.

Dean hopped in the driver's seat this time, shortly followed by Sam in the passenger's.

"You've got to be kidding me…" Dean said as he started the engine. Sam followed his gaze, and found himself staring at a Super 8. "Everything in town is right here; we could walk everywhere for crying out loud."

Half an hour later the boys were settling into their room, and Dean was in the shower. Something was nagging at the back of Sam's mind, he just couldn't decide what. Something he had forgotten. A slight twinge of pain suddenly hit behind his eyes. Oh not again, Sam thought as the pain intensified. Clutching the dresser, he slowly made his way to one of the beds. He had just sat down when his vision swam and was replaced by…

Flash
He looked around, immediately knowing he was in the prison. A row of cells sat to his left, and Dean was walking to his right. Dean was saying something about how quiet it was, and how this job was a bust, when a terrified scream pierced the air. A flash of light exploded in front of his eyes and a burning pain began to sere through his chest.
Flash

"Sam? What is it?" Dean's face swam into focus. Somehow he had ended up on the floor and Dean was kneeling over him.

"Oh, dude, towel!" Sam covered his eyes. Dean looked down to see that his towel had slipped from his waist.

"Haha whoops. Oh don't act like you haven't seen this kind of perfection before!" Dean flashed a smile and stood up, correcting his towel. Reaching down he helped Sam to his feet. Swaying, Sam sat on the bed.

"So what did you see this time?" Dean asked as he began to rifle through his bag in search of clean clothes.

Clutching the bridge of his nose in hopes of alleviating the pain, Sam repeated what he had seen in his vision. "But it just didn't feel right," he finished.

"What do you mean?" He had Dean's full attention.

"Well, normally a vision ends when I'm through seeing what I'm supposed to. This one…this one felt interrupted, like I couldn't finish it. I didn't even see what attacked us or who screamed."

"I'm sure it's nothing. Come on princess, let's get some sleep."

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You're such a pain."

"And you're a bitch. So?"

Sam stood in front of the library, admiring its charm . It was a small library, and the doors were adorned with two marble pillars and small gargoyles littered the edge of the roof.

"Can I help you?" the stern voice asked when Sam entered. The librarian looked to be about 90, and had the attitude of a prune.

"Yes, I was wondering if I could look through everything you have on the Old Prison."

While Sam was in researching, Dean went off in search of answers from real people. He had dropped Sam off at the library and headed back in the direction of the prison. The bright red walls looked harmless in the bright morning sun, and it looked like nothing more than a tourist attraction. Right next to the prison was a small diner, complete with drive in dining.

Dean thought Sonic was the only restaurant left that did that. A big sign above the windows held the picture of a hamburger, and proudly exclaimed "Home of the Warden Burger".

Parking the Impala in one of the slots, he climbed out and quickly surveyed the scenery. The town had only begun to lazily start its day, and it was already 10 in the morning.

Ding! A bell above the door announced Dean's arrival. A blonde girl stood behind the counter, twirling her hair and blowing bubbles with her gum as she read from a high school history book. Immediately she straightened, her eyes widening at the sight of Dean.

"Hi!" she exclaimed, and began to straighten her hair.

Flashing his most charming smile, Dean replied with a 'hi' of his own. He could have sworn the girl almost melted. Dean chuckled to himself, he knew he was attractive and he was going to use it.

"Home of the Warden burger, eh? Is that for the prison?" Dean decided to start with small talk.

"Um, no. Our high school mascot is a Warden." Feigning a look of interest, Dean nodded. The girl's eyes never left his face and she was giggling at almost everything he said.

"So, could I get a cup of coffee?" Again he flashed a grin. He turned to walk towards a table in the center of the room, and smiled. As he turned he saw her eyes wonder south, and he was pretty sure she was watching him walk away. High school girls were horn dogs these days.

"Here you go," the girl giggled as she laid the cup in front of him.

"Thanks…" Dean trailed off.

"Oh, Jessica!" more giggling. It was starting to wear on Dean's nerves. Pushing it aside, Dean offered his hand.

"Nice to meet you Jessica, I'm Dean." She began to walk back to the counter when he stopped her.

"So, Jessica, my brother and I are here visiting, and one of the places we want to check out is the Old Prison. Know anything about it?"

"Yeah, my family has owned this since the late 50s, my grandpa used to tell me all sorts of stories."

"What kind of stories?" This must have been what Jessica was looking for because she sat down in the chair across from Dean.

"Well, my favorite story is about the year after my grandpa opened, a horrible riot broke out. I think it was in 1959, they called it "Jerry's Riot". The guy was a former resident of Alcatraz, and got into some kind of argument with the warden. The riot lasted for 3 days, and a ton of prisoners and guards were killed. It was actually a pretty big event, I think the news went nation wide."

"Do you know the guy's name?"

"Jerry Myles. He was kind of a psycho killer I guess."

Author's Note: Jerry Myles is a real prisoner, and the riot is an actual event. It was not my intention to include anyone real in my story; I just love the history of this prison as it is a big part of the town. Out of respect for the event and the people involved, I won't be including Jerry anywhere else. Thanks!

"Yeah, I guess," Dean was replying as his phone rang. Sam's name flashed on the caller ID.

"Excuse me." He flashed a grin at Jessica and flipped his phone open. "Hey."

"Hey," came Sam's reply. "I couldn't find anything and the librarian is kicking me out, something about it being her lunch time." Dean chuckled at the frustration in Sam's voice. He could hear someone in the background yelling.

"Ok, I'm coming," Dean laughed as he closed the phone.

"Well, thanks for the coffee, and I'll see you later?" Dean asked as he paid his bill. As he was leaving he could have sworn he'd heard Jessica reply with a breathless, "God I hope so."

Hope you guys enjoy. I should have more up soon.