Footsteps reverberated off of the cold walls as Dean Winchester was led to his cell. This prison, his new home, was the biggest in Kansas. It housed some of the biggest and meanest criminals in the country. Dean now joined these ranks.
Police departments and various federal governments had been on the hunt for him for years. He had eluded them in many creative ways, including a smoke bomb and identity theft. Even when he had been caught, he always escaped. No handcuffs could hold him. Perhaps that is why he was in iron bars, specifically placed so that he had little movement.
Dean hummed contentedly as they stomped closer to his cell. He couldn't help but wonder in what way he should escape this time. This wouldn't be the first time he had already gone through the entire process of prison. He just never stayed for bedtime - always dinner, though.
When they reached his cell, Dean saw another prisoner already there. How interesting… he'd never had a cellmate before. They always kept him by himself. This man was big, but far from mean-looking. The guy was taller than Dean, probably 6'4", and had shaggy brown hair that hung down in his eyes, which were a bright hazel.
The prison guard unlocked Dean from his cuffs and shoved him inside the cell. "No funny stuff, Winchester. We'll be back for you two at supper time." And the guard left. No goodbyes, how rude, Dean thought before turning to his new friend.
"Hello." The kid said, giving Dean a smile. Strange, no one had addressed him like that since he had become one of the top most wanted. Does this kid even know who he is? "I'm Sam – Sam Campbell." He stuck his hand out politely. Dean just stared at him.
"Dean Winchester." He replied, not bothering to shake Sam's hand. He looked out through the bars to the other cells. Where were the other prisoners?
"Everyone else is out in the courtyard." Sam told him. His voice was quiet, but held a force behind it that beckoned attention. How is this kid expected to survive prison when he was so gentle?
"Why are you locked inside, then?" Dean asked, deciding to tread carefully. Sam could be a mass murderer for all he knew. After all, who was he to judge someone's appearance? Maybe Sam kills with kindness. Dean almost chuckled at that, but instead turned back to Sam solemnly.
Sam was looking down at his feet. "I got in a fight." He looked like a freaking school kid; a giant one, of course. "One of the other guys came over and started pushing me. I pushed back, and a guard saw."
Dean studied Sam. He could tell the boy was uncomfortable. Geez, how long could he have been in here? Surely not long, he was far too timid to have survived too long in this joint. Dean almost asked him how long he'd been in the joint, but Sam asked a question himself.
"Why are you in here, Mr. Winchester?" Now Sam really looked like a freaking kid. Gosh, those puppy-dog eyes would kill anyone. This kid has to have some dark, badass secret, right?
"You really don't know who I am? I've been all over the news for the last year!" Dean asked, surprised that anyone would not know him. If you were to walk up to someone in the middle of the street and ask if they knew who Dean Winchester was, they'd tell you that they damn right do.
Sam sat on the edge of the bottom bunk and stared at his hands. "I've heard the others talk about you, just a few times, but we don't have access to a television.
Dean couldn't believe it - the kid didn't know who he was! He sighed deeply; it doesn't matter. He won't have to deal with this kid for too long. Who cares if there is one person out there who doesn't know who he is and what he's done?
"You know what?" Dean said, walking over to clap his cellmate on the back, surprising Sam. "It doesn't matter. All I want and need is a nice beer and a slice of pie." Ah, pie, Dean's favorite thing in the world.
Sam looked as though he was about to say something, but was interrupted by one of the guards. This guard was not the same one who had brought Dean in. This guard was a female.
"Time for supper, you two." She said, giving Sam a smile, which he returned. Dean followed Sam as he stepped out of the cell. The woman stopped him with a slim hand to his chest. She then took handcuffs out from behind her.
"What?" Dean snapped, mockingly, "You're going to cuff me, but not him?" That didn't seem very fair to Dean.
The guard shrugged, giving a smirk. "I know Sam, Winchester. I trust him to not escape." She knows him? That means either they've had history or Sam has been in here longer than Dean had originally thought.
The cafeteria was huge compared to the prisons Dean had occupied before. Tables lined the walls and the center of the room, but left plenty of space for the prisoners to wander about. The food lines were long and growing by the time Dean and Sam had made it from their cell.
"Wow, this is pretty nice, I might actually want to stay the night this time." Dean remarked, looking about and giving smirks to wandering eyes. Some people knew who he was, and for that he was glad.
"Sammy!" A chipper voice rang out from behind the two. Dean turned to find a blond-haired, golden eyed man who was shorter than he was waltzing up to them. He wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulder, smiling widely. "I see you're still doing well, even after your incident with Luci."
Sam chuckled, blushing. "Yeah, I'm fine, Gabe." He motioned an arm towards Dean. "This is Dean Winchester, my new cellmate."
The man's smile faltered some as he studied Dean. "I know who he is." He stated, releasing Sam and walking right up to Dean. "If you cause my buddy Sammy here any trouble, it'll be your head on a platter."
Dean raised an eyebrow at the short man. Was he supposed to be intimidating? Dean didn't know whether he should laugh or not, so he shrugged it off, and gave the man his most charming smile.
"And who do I have the pleasure of being threatened by?" Dean asked.
Shorty returned Dean's smile, but warning shone in his eyes. "Gabriel Milton."
Dean nodded in recognition. Even he had to give credit where it was due; this man was a big deal. "You're the one who committed the Old Tale murders. Man, I gotta admit, the whole Gator in the Sewers trick was hilarious."
Gabriel's smile widened at the praise. "That's everyone's favorite."
Sam hummed from next to Gabriel, catching the man's attention. "Well, everyone's favorite but Sammy's." Gabriel winked at the taller man. "Sammy doesn't really like the bloodshed - even though every person I killed deserved it."
This was interesting, Dean thought. Sam doesn't like bloodshed? There weren't many in this prison convicted for less than murder, so why was this boy in here? Maybe he was framed or an accident that the police chose to cover up? Many different possibilities ran through the Winchester's mind, all focused on Sam.
Sam rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. He looked around, as if the people were staring at him. Gabriel then wrapped an arm around Sam's waist, and Sam wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Dean raised an eyebrow to this. They were together? That didn't bother Dean, of course. He wasn't judgmental, especially to people who found themselves in prison.
"Why don't we, uh, find a place to sit, huh?" Sam asked, motioning to the closest empty table with his head. His eyes kept darting around nervously, Dean noticed. Something made him skittish real quickly. Dean tried to see what, but Gabriel's voice broke his thoughts.
"Great idea, kiddo. You go on ahead, Dean-o and I will meet you over there." Sam gave him a questioning look, but slowly made his way over. Gabriel gave his arm a gentle pat. "Don't worry, I got my eyes open."
Dean looked between the two, trying to decipher what exactly was going on. Gabriel then turned to Dean and said, "Let's step over here and chat for a mo, eh?" Dean followed, not saying a word.
They went to stand over by the doors that Dean and Sam entered to get in here, Gabriel's eyes constantly darting everywhere. "Okay, I'm going to tell you the full deal with this place - that is, first, if you are staying." Gabriel focused his eyes on Dean, asking a question.
Dean had to admit, though this place would not be impossible to escape, it would be difficult. He was also quite curious to the back-story of Sam Campbell. Perhaps it wouldn't wreck his rep too much to stay at least a night or two. "Yeah, I'll stick around for a bit. Something tells me this place is more than just big walls and pro-killers."
Gabriel chuckled, removing his bright eyes from Dean's. It was strange. Just standing around and talking to this man, who one would never assume to be a murderer. With Dean, everyone was always edgy and suspicious, but Gabriel was the friendly sort, with a big smile and enticing, golden eyes. He was all smiles, laughs, and a brain full of creative ways to kill.
"You could say that," Gabriel said, still looking around. He then turned to Dean, smile flattened, his face serious. "But we need to talk first. This place is a web of secrets and sides. Your best chance at survival is to keep your secrets, choose your side wisely, and don't get caught with the enemy."
Dean scoffed. "This is just a prison. I know prisons have their gangs or whatever, but this is starting to sound -"
"This is the way you last in here." Gabriel looked at him, complete and utterly serious. A darkness shone in his eyes - Dean's first sighting of the murderer. "Even if you were to try to escape, you would never make it. This ain't no ordinary prison, Winchester. If you're willing to listen, I have a plan, but this means you're on my side."
Dean thought carefully, looked around at all the other faces, wondering what their "side" was. He then saw Sam, and knew he must be on Gabriel's side. He sighed, and gave Gabriel a smile. "Let's hear it, Trickster."