No Quarter
A/N: Ok so this starts off in season 3 of SPN during the 'Jus in Belo' episode, I'm kinda modifying it so that the brothers actually make it to prison instead of the demon siege! BDS is set after the second movie but I'm pretending that the movie happened in 2007. Sam and Dean are their respective ages that they are during the season (I think it's like D: 28 and S: 24) And Connor and Murphy are about 32 (I'm going by the assumption that they were like 26 in the first movie).
Ok, forgive me if I don't catch everyone's voice properly… especially the one liners. Not the best at coming up with those! XD Anyways I basically wrote this because I think BDS/SPN crossover fics are awesome but there aren't enough!
Disclaimer: Don't own BDS or SPN…. Not making profit from this either, mates!
Dog Days Are OverAt Monument, Colorado, eevening was rolling in as new prisoners were hauled into the small town police station. A man in his mid-thirties wearing a black suit and tie, barked orders at the local police. Two young men were marched past and into the holding cell area. One was average height with short light brown hair, while the other was freakishly tall and had longer brown hair. Both wore a jean and plaid shirt ensemble topped off with a jacket.
"Then clear the damn parking lot for the damn chopper" the FBI agent said as the local officer just nodded, "NOW" the FBI man all but yelled.
"Yes, agent Henrickson!" said the man quickly as he flinched at the agents commanding tone then rushed off to do as told.
The small town chief grimaced at Henrickson's rude behavior but followed the orders none the less.
In the holding cell the two young men sat side by side, chained together at the ankles and wrists, on the small prison cell bed.
"So how we ganna Houdini out of this one, eh Sam?" asked the man with the short hair with mirth in his voice.
"This isn't funny Dean! I have no clue how to get out of this one… We don't have time to be messing around in some stupid jail cell!" Sam said exasperated as he gestured with his hands to emphasize his point.
"Relax Sam, we'll figure it…" Dean began as he noticed Sam bitch face creeping up on his brother face but was cut off as Hendrickson walked in.
Hendrickson was clapping and he stepped into the holding cell vicinities "Well bravo you two, you made it this far but it's the end of the line for you two sick Satan worshiping freaks. The choppers here now and I'm ready to have a feast like a king while you two rot away in jail."
"Well isn't that just peachy, hope you sleep like a baby too" mocked Dean with a cocky grin plastered on his face.
"Laugh it up, but where you're going they'll make you their little bitches. I heard those saints of Boston are there too. Have fun with that Winchester's." Hendrickson snapped as the other FBI agents came in to strap the boys up for transport.
Dean and Sam's arm's were cuffed and chained behind them with a connecting chain to their ankles and then to an officer in front. Two other officers had tazers and handguns levelled on the boys. Hendrickson had his own pistol aimed at Dean's head.
"Just try something Winchester, I dare ya'" mocked Hendrickson as he squinted in disgust at the brothers.
"Yeah, yeah, agent hard ass, I'm movin', I'm movin'" Dean mumbled as he trudged out the small town Colorado police station.
Sam just frowned as the fully suited-up agent shoved him from behind. Sam caught Dean's eye for a second, asking him 'Any plans yet?' with their odd silent brotherly communication. Dean shrugged, indicating 'Naw, nothing yet'. That was all that was needed. Sam knew they would come up with something sooner or later. Sam and Dean were then man handled into the chopper as it took off into the night sky.
A lonely Hendrickson looked on with a smile on his face before he let out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding "You're right Winchester, I will sleep like a baby tonight."
~~ Hoag Prison ~~ (I'm pretty sure that's the Prison the McManus brothers are in)
It was just past 9 am and the first batches of prisoners were enjoying their limited time in the sun. It was a decent day out. The sun was shining down on the prison yard from behind the clouds. The inmates were sparsed out on the cement covered rec area. Some were in gang clusters looking intimidating, some were weight lifting, doing meaningless odd jobs or tough talking each other.
Two men sat on the table off to the corner of the yards, by the gates looking off onto the empty field beyond the prison walls. The other prisoners avoided walking near the two, either completely ignoring the two or glaring at them from a distance. The two didn't seem to mind either way.
One had flat short dark brown hair with a cigarette hanging out his mouth. The other had lighter spiky short hair and a cigarette poked behind his ear. The two were about the same height, of course garbed in the mandatory orange prison jumpsuit. Matching religious tattoos were on their neck. The two's head were bowed in a silent mumbled prayer.
"Hey Amigo's!" was shouted from off in the distance, the perpetrator hidden behind the crowd of inmates.
The two look up and the one with darker hair says with a thick Irish accent "I guess it's about tha' time o' the day, eh Con'."
"Aye, it looks like it is, Murph'" the lighter haired man said with a twinkle in his eye, his speech littered with an Irish accent as well.
A shorter Mexican man with uniquely styled long hair emerged from the crowd and walked towards the two men. He had a smile on his face as he plopped himself on the same bench.
"Connor, Murphy" the Mexican greeted "what's going down in the yard today?"
"Ah, not fuckin' moch, really" stated Murphy as he flicked the butt off the end of his cigarette.
"Ya' have fun in da' kitchen this mornin' Romeo?" asked Connor laughter apparent in his voice.
Murphy busted out into laughter and Connor was quick to join. Romeo shoved Connor in the arm and scrunched up his face in annoyance.
Murphy calmed down a sec to say "looks like ya' can't escape bein' a man o' the kitchen, Rome!" and then he continue to cackle on in merriment.
"Oh fuck off, assholes!" Romeo grumbled as he crossed his arms to sulk for a moment "Hey guys, I heard we got some new fucking fish commin' in today" informed the Mexican.
"Yeah? Ya' kno' anything about dem?" asked Connor, only slightly interested as he pulled his cigarette from behind his ear and lit it off Murphy's almost finished one before popping it in his mouth.
Murphy blew a smoke ring in Romeo's face as he answered "Heard some messed up shit from the kitchen staff, but you can't tell fer' sure if its true or not."
Murphy chuckles before leaning forward and snubbing out his smoke "Ya' kitchen-lot are like a bunch a fuckin' ol' ladies!" and then Murphy howled in laughter.
Connor let out a sharp bark of laughter himself before hedging the sulking Romeo on for more information "So, wha' they fuckin' say already Rome?"
Romeo grudgingly responded to the brothers despite their mocking, "It's pretty fucked up. They said they're some weird Satan worshiping killers… or was it bank robbers? I'm not sure but apparently they've been wanted fugitives for almost as long as you two. I heard one guy even say that the fuckers broke out of prison once already!"
The two brothers stopped their laughter and their face twisted into identical grim expressions.
"If tha's true, we may have to not wait till we're outta here, dear brotha, before we start raisin' some holy hell!" stated Connor bitterly as both Murphy and Romeo nodded in agreement.
The three then continue their usual banter for the rest of the hour they had in the courtyards. As they were leaving to head back to there respective cells, a chopper could be seen in the distance approaching the prison.
Connor noticed the chopper first then tapped his brother and Romeo's shoulder "Wonder who tha' big wig is comin' in tha fuckin' chopper?"
Murphy shrugged and continued into the prison walls, Romeo copying the same gestures. Connor shrugged as well and continued after the two. The prison guards watched on ushering the inmates to hurry up.
The three reached their respective cells, Murphy and Connor shared one, the warden not stupid enough to stuff the saints in with the other prisoners. The question was, was he protecting the brothers or the other inmates from the saints. Romeo was in a cell across from the brothers sharing with some random Chinese thug with minor charges.
Murphy and Connor entered their cell and Romeo did the same to his own. The cell doors shut automatically. In Romeo's room the top bunk had a fresh set of folded linen and extra prison wear.
Murphy raised his eyebrow then pointed at Romeo and shouted to him across the hall "Looks like ya' goin' be getting' yourself a new fuckin' cell mate!"
~~ Warden's Office of the Prison~~
The Warden was pacing in his office with his hands behind his back in front of Sam and Dean. Dean was slouched back in his chair, a smirk still on his face and a relaxed air about him. Sam was sitting rigidly, a sour, annoyed face present.
"I'll have you pricks know, this prison is nothing like the one you were in last time! Only the hardest criminals are here. And they don't take too kindly to devil worshippers and grave desecration, boys. Hope your ready to getting fucked everyday for the next 25 years! Maybe we'll be lucky and the state will throw you on death row!" boasted the warden in a military-esque tone.
Dean tossed his head back a little more and flashed a cocky smile "Don't worry sir, I'm already on death row!"
Sam scowled at Dean's comment about his deal and shot Dean a look that screamed 'bitch-face'. The Warden scoffed at Dean and slammed his hands down in front of Dean, hoping for a flinch.
"I'd wipe that stupid smirk off your ugly face, boy! You're in my house now. Take them to their cells men" barked the warden at everyone and anyone.
Dean and Sam were escorted out, Dean commented over his shoulder "Oh, you know my face is beautiful, baby" which earned him a sharp hit to his ribs with the butt of a rifle by the guard beside him.
They were showed to the changing rooms and ordered to change into the prison jumpsuits. Their street clothes secured in plastic bags and stored away. They were then shoved along to their new cells. Dean was dropped off first. His roommate was a large burly African man with tattoos up his arm and a scar above his eyebrow.
Dean smiled and cheerily said, "Well howdy. Looks like we'll be roomies'. We can stay up all night and paint each others nails!"
The African man just deepened his scowled, sat on his caught, and proceeded to ignore Dean. Dean shrugged and glanced back at his brother, giving him the thumbs up. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Now Sammy, remember to make friends. And don't drop the soap!" Dean called out as his door locked and his brother was led off.
A faint "Shut up, Dean" was the only response from the retreating forms in the distance.
Sam was marched down the corridor, past several dozen other cells until he made it to a cell with only one occupant. Sam glanced at the man in the cell. He was quite a bit shorter than Sam, and appeared to be Mexican. The Mexican simply raised a brow at Sam. The two inmates across the corridor were leaning against the bars and yelling something at his cellmate that sounded vaguely like 'ye' got a fuckin' giant roomin' with ya'!' and then a lot of laughter. Sam wasn't completely paying attention, so he wasn't sure.
The guard opened the cell door then all but shoved Sam in. The guard closed the door behind Sam and walked off with his fellow guard. Sam sighed and leaned up against the wall, head in the palm of one hand.
Connor and Murphy observed the kid silently for a couple of moments, while Romeo fidgeted in the room with his new roommate. Connor noted that the tall young man looked utterly miserable. Connor looked at his brother wordlessly asking 'So what you think'. Murphy replied with a tsk of his tongue before preparing to start a conversation, clearly indicating that he wasn't sure yet.
"So wha' ya' in here fer' kid?" blared Murphy, cocking his head slightly in curiosity.
Sam was startled by the sudden noise and looked around in confusion "… eh, what was that?"
Romeo crossed his arms across his chest and squinted his eyes a bit, putting on a macho pose "You heard him, what the fuck are ya' in for?"
Sam stuttered "oh umm… for some stuff…ahh… you know a lot of wrong place, wrong time stuff…" Sam said as he plastered on his charming innocent puppy dogface.
Connor pipped in "Oh yeah, wrong place fer' wha'?" Connor squinted his eyes to try and get a better read of the boy.
"ummm… like…umm… loads of stuff…" Sam faltered, trying to come up with a good excuse "mostly just for having a trouble making brother. What about you guys."
Murphy glanced at Connor, letting him know he thought Sam was lying or at least not telling the whole truth. Connor nodded his agreement.
Murphy then grinned, "Oh we're in 'ere fer' some shit. Ya' kno' like killin' some right evil bastards."
Connor grinned too "Ye', we shot 'em in da' back o' de' head. Right Murph, Rome?"
Murphy continued right on cue "We finished them off proper, with some pennies in ther' eyes make damn sure they be judged correctly for their crimes."
Sam was thoughtful for a second before it dawned on him "Wait, you guys are the Boston Saints? I… I wasn't sure if you guys were real or not…"
"Oh we're real boy'o. You best be telling the truth…" Romeo added before miming a gun to Sam's head.
Connor and Murphy laughed and added their own gun gestures before cracking up. Sam smiled nervously, not that he was guilty but he knew all too well that their charges made them appear like serial murders.
Connor then said after a few beats, once the serious air had dissipated and Sam had settled into the bottom bunk "So what's yer name then, kid?"
Sam glanced up, snapping out of his thoughts "huh? Oh, I'm Sam. And uhh… who's uhh, who?"
Murphy grinned, "I'm Murphy and the fuck head beside me 's Connor, my YOUNGER brother."
Connor then punched Murphy in the shoulder and proceeded to put him in a headlock "Fuck ya'! Ya' know goddamn well I'm tha older one! You're too much of a idiot to be older!"
Sam had to smile at the two apparent brothers bantering, "To be fair Connor, I'm smarter than my older brother…"
Murphy slammed Connor against the cell wall and then used the distraction to yank himself free of his twin's hold. Connor umphed with the impact.
"See ya' proved nothin', dear younger brotha'" Murphy said with a smile as he plopped onto the bed.
Connor flipped Murphy off and lay down on the same caught Murphy sat on "Whatever' we'll ne'er kno the truth, till tha' crazy ol' lady tells us otherwise…"
Sam then cleared his throat, joining in on the two's conversation "So you guys are twins then?"
"Fraternal." Connor clarified.
Romeo was laying in his caught completely ignoring the rest of them. Sam smiled a little at the two.
After a beat Murphy asked, "So Sam, ya' do anythin' else other than be at tha' wrong place and time?"
Sam looked confused for a second "What? Like…?"
Connor continued, "Like you got a job or somethin'?"
Realization damned on Sam and he was feeling slightly annoyed at being interrogate so he decided to snark back "Nothing in particular. How about you guys? Do anything other than kill people?"
Connor looked slightly surprised and Murphy raised his eyebrow, but then they both laughed "Haha! You getting' brave?… Me, an' Murph used to work at a meat packin' plant" Sam looked slightly surprised himself to actually get an answer.
Murphy decided to add "Yeah you get better pay killin' fuckin' mobsters, though!" and then he howled for the millionth time that day.
"Jesus Murphy, yer going ta' make me fuckin' deaf! You ass!" Connor bickered pushing his brother lightly.
The twins rough housed for a moment before Sam started quietly "I was going to law school when…. Something happened. Then my brother, Dean and me took off on a road trip. You know… just needed time to clear my head."
Connor and Murphy caught on to the deeper meaning behind Sam's words and didn't press him for more details. The two simply nodded in response. Sam then started to brood.
Connor was about to give some advice when Murphy blurted "Well that was a fuckin' waste! Yer' brother went got ya' thrown in jail! Must be some kinda a' arsehole!"
Connor rolled his eyes and glanced at Murphy silently reprimanding him for lacking any tact. However, Sam's face slowly broke into a smile, a genuine one this time, before he started to laugh softly. Connor observed Sam for a moment, deciding that the kid was good.
The cells settled down for the next couple hours, Murphy only mumbling to himself about 'needing a fucking smoke'. Soon lunchtime rolled on by and the cells were opened to let the inmates out. They were marched single file into the lunchroom, Romeo in front of Sam, then Connor and Murphy taking up the rear.
Sam grimaced at the food "If there's one thing I hate most about prison, I'd say it's the food."
Connor chuckled "You haven't even tried it yet, ya' fuckin' princess."
Sam turned his bitchface on Connor; already comfortable enough with the brothers, that he forgets that he was dealing with, well the saints. Connor just laughed and patted Sam on the back.
Romeo was salivating at his plate as the food splashed on "mmm, it's macaroni and spinach today," he then turned to Sam "Don't worry Sam, you get used to the food."
"Spinach and fuckin' macaroni? Thas' fuckin' gross! I'm with Fuckin Sam on this one! The food fuckin' sucks here!… Fuck I need a fuckin' smoke" ranted Murphy as he searched his body for any forgotten cigarettes.
Sam raised his eyebrow and smirked "You know those things will kill ya'?"
Sam held out his tray and scowled at the slop that was passing as food. Connor followed behind him.
Murphy flared his nostrils at Sam "Ya' little fuck! Ya' wantin' a piece a me eh?" Murphy then raised his one fist in a threat of violence.
Connor burst into another fit of boisterous laughter as Sam simply smiled mischievously at Murphy, definitely channelling Dean's playful banter.
"I'm not so sure I'd have used the phrase 'little fuck'" Sam baited.
Connor howled again "He's fuckin' right ya' bastard! Ya' must be going fuckin' insane to think yer bigger 'en him! Sam's a fuckin' giant!" Connor swatted at Sam's arm in a friendly gesture.
Murphy scowled, got his slop, and then proceeded to kick his brother and Sam in the shins as he walked past them. Sam and Connor just laughed. Romeo followed behind the two.
Murphy slowed and the four rejoined to look for a seat. Sam was looking far and wide, trying to spot his brother. Sam was looking to the side and didn't watch where he was going when he banged into a massive man, biker beard and all. Sam's food splattered all over the burly man's clothes. The man did not look happy in the slightest.
Everyone in the lunchroom stilled, watching to see what happened. Sam hands were raised in surrender, spluttering apologies, peacekeeping smile in place. Murphy, Connor and Romeo looked on tensely, ready to jump in and defend Sam at any moment. They knew full well that Sam had just bumped into one of the leaders of a deadly biker gang.
The biker man's face turned beat red with anger "You fucking little fucking shit! How dare you fucking touch me!" he then grabbed Sam by the lapels of his jumpsuit.
Murphy jerked and readied to pounce but Connor held him back "Sam doesn't seem worried yet. Wait a moment, give tha' kid a chance. He may be be'er than ya'" Connor then smirked at his brother in amusement.
"Your going to regret seeing my face, little fish! Your going to be my little bitch from now on!" The biker then pulled Sam's face closer and whispered in his ear "I'm going to fuck ya' so hard you wished that I'd killed ya'!"
Sam paled at those words, staying still in shock as the biker laughed at him. Murphy was yelling obscenities at the biker now, in several different languages, pumping his fist in a threat of violence as Connor held him back, frowning at his brothers hotheadedness. The biker's attention was now on Murphy but he hauled off and punched Sam in the face first.
Sam dropped to the hard floor, his hand snapping up to cover his broken and bleeding nose. The blow snapped him back into reality. He looked up in time to see the biker stalk towards Connor and Murphy. Connor wasn't holding Murphy back anymore and was yelling his own obscenities with threats of violence. Other biker men then started to emerge behind the big guy. Seven in total stepped up for the on-coming brawl. Romeo joined in too.
Sam started to hoist himself up to help when he felt someone grab his arm and help him up. Sam tensed and jerked away before looking to his side. He came face to face with a grinning Dean.
"Told you to make friends, Sammy, not start fights!" Dean taunted.
"Shut up, Dean" Sam said half-heartedly, smiling despite the situation because he was happy to see Dean.
Sam then nodded over to the saints and Romeo as the fist started to fly, indicating that he wanted to help his new friends. Dean nodded and jumped willingly into the fray, stupid smile plastered on his face the whole time.
The big boss biker took the first swing, aiming for Murphy's face. Murphy ducked and came up with an uppercut to the guys chin. The big guy stumbled backwards a bit as two of his lackey's stepped up and tried to double team Murphy. One had a long ponytail with a bandana and the other simply had short grey hair. They each grabbed Murphy by one of his arms, hoisting him into the air then slamming him onto the table behind him. Murphy kicked out and hollered "Téigh trasna ort féin." (Go fuck yourself)
Connor went to go help Murphy when the two lackeys joined, but soon found himself facing off with a rather large mother fucker himself, along with a little lanky sidekick. The large one threw a right-hook while Connor was distracted and connected with his left cheek. Connor stumbled to the side a bit before he caught his balance. The big guy was about to throw a second hook but Connor dodged to the side, grabbing hold of the arm and using the momentum to launch the man to the ground. Connor added a swift kick to the backside with a huff of laughter and his own insult "pog mo hon." (kiss my ass)
Romeo had one man down quickly with a knockout blow to the temple. A second biker stepped up and tried to grab Romeo in a bear hug. Romeo thrashed a bit then decided to head butt the man. Both men stumble away from each other holding their head in brief pain.
Sam noticed the Boss guy was pulling out a hidden knife and heading towards Murphy who was still grappling with the two lackeys holding him on the table. Murphy managed to kick one in the face and head butt the others nose, blood dripping everywhere. Sam headed towards Murphy and the other bikers.
While Connor was facing the man he just knocked down, the other smaller lackey decided to try and sneak attack Connor with a blunt object he pulled from god knows where. The small guy was mid-swing when Dean elbowed him in the face, pushing the offending object off in a safe direction. Connor turned around abruptly fist flying straight for Dean's face, assuming his close proximity as a threat rather than aide. Dean dodged the blow and put his hands up saying 'woah woah' indicating his harmlessness to the McManus brother. Connor redirected his attention to the small man with the bludgeon.
Dean smirked at Connor "Shall we?" Connor laughed in response and the two winded back and punched the scared looking lackey in the face.
The man with the ponytails grip loosened on Murphy and he aimed his foot at the bikers head, he missed on the way up but as the man smiled in triumph he brought the limb down with full force, heal slamming down on the man's soft spot of the skull. The ponytail man was out. The grey haired one elbowed Murphy across the face. Murphy used the movement to roll off the table and away from the man. Unknown to Murphy, the big boss was behind Murphy, knife ready to stab. Murphy noticed him too late and the man was already thrusting the blade towards Murphy's side. The hit never came and Murphy used that moment to turn and distance himself from the bigger threat.
Sam had the big boss in a chokehold and had proceeded to kick his knees out. The boss had other plans and twisted around, breaking loose from the hold and swinging the blade in the direction of Sam's midsection. Sam jumped back to dodge and used his arms to follow the mans movements threw, grabbing the bosses wrist and twisting. The knife clattered to the floor and the boss scowled.
Once Murphy was sure Sam could handle himself he turned his attention back to the greying man, tackling him and pinning him to the ground. Murphy pummelled his face in until the man was unconscious. Romeo was doing a similar tactic with his enemy.
Sam was about to deliver a final blow when the guards rushed in, shouting for everyone to stop all attacks immediately. Sam, Dean, Romeo, and Connor raised their arms in surrender. The boss biker tried to use that moment to tackle Sam but was tazered by a guard. Murphy was still pummelling away at the man's face and earned himself a swift blow to the face by the guard with a baton.
Connor jerked in his brother's direction yelling "Das Arschloch" (asshole) Dean put his arm out to hold him back.
Murphy stood up straight and spat blood out on the floor. He put his arms out a surrender gesture as well. He looked over at Connor as a goofy smirk spread across his face, Connor rolled his eyes.
"Ye' fuckin prick, tryin' ta' give me a heat attack," Connor muttered and Dean laughed at it.
The guards let the Winchester and McManus crew off with a warning and the five of them settled down at a table Dean was previously occupying. Murphy's face was already starting to turn black and blue and Sam's nose was currently being fussed over by Dean. The rest had a couple of bruises, but seemed perfectly ok.
Murphy took a sharp intake of breath upon noticing the contents of Dean's table. There was a large pile of cigarettes. Dean grinned and marched over to sit in front of his stash.
"Well I'll be damned! I'd have thought these sonuvabitches would have taken my winnings while I was fighting. Guess it was too good a' show to ignore, eh?" Dean pondered out loud as he proudly displayed his winnings from his poker games.
"Aye, it was a damn good show, ye' two are pretty good a' browlin'" Connor agreed.
"Yer' not so bad yourself, blondy" Dean said with a wink and a smirk.
Connor spluttered at the blonde comment while Murphy just howled, nudging Connor in the side with amusement.
"Can ye' spare me a smoke ther?" asked Murphy as he reached for one.
Dean mock gasped and put on a horrified face "I cannot!"
Murphy's hand stopped mid reach and he gazed into Dean's face, trying to gauge his response.
"Dean, you don't even smoke! Why the hell do you even need them?" Sam sighed bitchface starting to resurface along with a throbbing vein in his head.
Dean scoffed "I earned these babies fair and square! Beside, like I told you before, this is prison currency, Sammy!" Dean then proceeded to shovel his winnings closer to himself.
Murphy eyed the smokes with a longing look, scowl permanently in place. Sam rolled his eyes then sat down beside Dean. Connor sat next to the already sitting Murphy and Romeo followed suit.
Romeo started "So your Sam's infamous trouble making brother, eh?"
Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam and replied "yup, that's little ol' me! Dragging poor Sammy all over the states causing one bar fight after another!"
"So thas it? Bar fights? Me an Murph been in many o' them an' ne'er got thrown in prison fer it." Connor said narrowing his eyes "Ye' sure thas' ol' ther' is to it?"
Sam started to add "like I said, wrong place, wrong time" when Dean chirped in "There's more, lucky charms. But if I told you I'd have to kill you!"
Connor and Murphy stared at Dean in the eye trying to make a decision. Sam was tensing and shooting his brother daggers. Dean just slouched with his grin ever present on his features. Murphy and Connor then broke out into laughter. Sam sighed a breath of relief.
Connor eyes were still laughing and he looked at Sam with mirth "I like your brotha'. He's pretty funny!"
Sam rolled his eyes again and muttered, "Yeah, he thinks he is too."
Dean just smiled at Sam and patted him on the back "oh relax Sam. Hey what are your guys names by the way?"
"Connor" he blurted out through laughter.
"Murphy" copied Murphy.
"Names Romeo, amigo" he said as he offered his hand and Dean shook it.
Sam moved a little closer to Dean and whispered into his ear "You do know they're the McManus brothers…" Dean just stared dumbly at Sam "you know, the Boston saints?"
Realization hit Dean and a surprised expressed washed over him, but was quickly replaced with his jester mask "Shit! Really? Well freakin' eh!"
While Dean and Sam silently conversed Murphy snuck his hand forward and confiscated two cigarettes from Dean's massive hoard. Murphy handed one to Connor and lit the both with his last match. Murphy sighed in ecstasy as he exhaled his precious smoke, blowing a smoke ring in the process.
"Hey, you little weasel! That's mine!" Dean shouted as he realized the mutiny, grabbing for HIS object.
Murphy just grinned and pulled the cigarette away from Dean's reach. The two began to banter, Dean not even caring that they were two of the most deadly assassins in the States. After all, the Winchesters were the best hunters.
Connor and Sam both looked on at their brothers with fond smiles before looking at each other and rolling their eyes, a twinkle of amusement on their faces. Looks like Sam did manage to make friends with some people in prison. Friends he could share with Dean too.
~Fin
A/N: All right… thas it for this … I'm not sure if I'll continue this or not… we'll see! :D! Oh yeah the first two comments in other languages are Gaelic and then German. I don't know any other language than Engish and French so… I used a random google search! ! Hope it's right XD Oh if you didn't notice the name of the Fic is a name of a Led Z song! Yeah for using SPN way of thinking of titles! hope you enjoyed! Please Review and let me know!