Dinner was over now, and Chuck made tiny pacing circles in a less noticeable corner by the front desk's window. He figured maybe the inmates would leave him alone if he stood near the prying eyes of the guards, and staff of the prison. Chuck glanced around nervously past his hair, and chewed on his nails anxiously. He kept circling back around to peek at the door next to the bullet proof office window. He was trying to see if Castiel was coming out yet. He didn't like how they had to cuff him and place two guards on him as they brought him into the Prison Managers office. The manager was a gruff, tough looking guy, he looked like he ran a tight ship and Chuck was worried that even Castiel couldn't get his room switched... Chuck leaned against a metal post and sighed... It was taking longer than he thought for Cas to come back out... He hoped he hadn't gotten Cas in trouble for asking for the switch...
Cas had to talk to the prison manager for a good twenty minutes before finally getting the answer he wanted. He was lead out with the guards holding his arms and grinned over at Chuck. "It's all good now. You've been switched to my cell with me, and we will now be cell mates..." He was uncuffed by the guards and lead back with Chuck next to him. "It took a hell of a lot of convincing but I finally got him to crack. Now I can keep watch of you constantly..." He gave him a reassuring smile as they were lead through corridors, and past other cell mate's cell blocks. They finally arrived at the cell block where the two of them would be staying. The guards shoved them in there, and locked the cell door before walking away.
Chuck smiled at the good news and followed behind Cas silently as they were led by the guards to their cell block. Chuck felt much calmer now that he was going to be sharing a cell with someone he trusted. But, as he glanced around at the other cells in their block he saw all sorts of smirks and obscene gestures flaunted in his direction, hoots and hollers and unflattering remarks from the lips and wagging tongues of sexually frustrated beefy men tattooed and scarred from God know what... Chuck tried not to pay attention but he grew pale and afraid, his posture curled in. He hastened his steps to walk a wee bit closer to Cas; Cas made him feel safe.
He stepped into the cell and as he heard the clank of hard iron bars clang shut he cringed and sighed all at the same time. He was relieved as much as he was afraid... that clank made the whole ordeal seem real. Like, that moment in the films where the character is locked shut in the cell and all his fears become real... his situation becomes painfully apparent, and he feels trapped. Chuck may be sharing a cell with Cas... but, his struggle was far from over. He would have to stay alert if he was going to make it out of here all in one piece.
"Th-thank you Cas." Chuck said and walked across the room looking at their dreary surroundings. He caught a glimpse of himself in a small plastic mirror in the corner. He grimaced at the horror of his jail jumper and looked away quickly, trying to refocus on something else. He looked over at the bunk bed. "Which one do you want? Top or bottom?" Chuck asked and looked meekly at Cas.
"I'm always the top." Cas said with a smirk and hopped up on the top bunk. "Hey, don't worry about it. It wasn't that hard and hey, I rather I have you in here than anyone else. At least here I can look after you and make sure you're okay..." Cas leaned back against the wall and let out a sigh. "Most men in this prison take one look at you, and want to jump you since your pretty much considered the 'fresh meat' here. But I won't let that happen, you're safe with me and the guys that listen to me..." He gave Chuck a reassuring smile. "Anything you need, anything at all I want you to come straight to me and tell me okay?" He said and raised a brow. "I know this is a prison and all but hey, we have each other to make the best of our time here..."
"I'm really lucky that you are in here too." Chuck said and stared at the floor a moment, realizing that Cas was risking a lot by helping him. Then Chuck looked back at Cas "I'm kind of surprised though, I thought Sam and Dean sent you to get me. But you've been here for awhile? What happened Cas? Didn't really figure an angel would break any laws, or let alone get caught and taken in by the police. Why didn't you just zap out of here?" Chuck paused, and his brow furrowed. "Wait, fresh meat? But, not all the guys get beat up or ... um... raped... so why did they zone in on me? I know I'm not a big guy, but no one knows what I did. I could be a murderer. They wouldn't know the risk of attacking me... would they? Am I that transparent as a target to them?" Chuck walked up to the bunk and stepped up on his mattress to get at a better height to continue talking with Cas. He held onto the metal frame and looked up at Cas sitting in the top bunk. Chuck kept his voice low, so the cement walls wouldn't echo his voice.
Cas looked over at Chuck. "Chuck, guys take one look at you and they can tell whether they have a shot or not just by how you show your body language alone... That's kind of how prison works. Believe me, everyone here can tell a virgin from a non virgin..." Cas sighed softly. "I would zap out of here but my grace is weak right now and there's a case here at the jail. Demons of some sort and I'm just here to keep an eye on them for Sam and Dean until they make a move or I'm strong enough to take them out myself. That's more the reason I want to protect you."
Chuck suddenly looked mortified and clamored up the bunk to crouch in front of Cas, his whisper strained and panicked "Are you freaking kidding me?! So on top of criminals here wanting to fuck me or kill me every chance they get I have a fricken DEMON to look out for?!" Chuck was now gripping Cas' prison jumper tightly his full attention on Cas. Chuck was totally freaked out. He just wanted to go home. This was WAY out of his element. The riskiest things he had ever done before all this stuff was go to the grocery store on a storewide sale day and battle coupon clipping house wives for his dinner. This was PRISON. He wasn't made for this! And he knew that even some of the toughest criminals DIED in prison. How did he even stand a chance at getting out alive, even WITH Cas here with him. "Oh for the love of God, how could this get any worse?! Cas, I don't have a CHANCE. You're better off just looking after yourself. I don't want you to die trying to protect me... especially if there is a demon around that needs taking care of..." Chucks grip loosened and he slumped back, his eyes looking sad, terrified and kind of hopeless.
Cas hated seeing Chuck like this, it hurt him to see him so scared. He pulled Chuck close to him, practically so that Chuck was leaning into his lap. "Chuck, I'm gonna keep looking out for you, I won't stop protecting you. I can look out for both of us just fine. I'm not just going to leave you to die or get raped. Right now you're on my top priority list..." Cas ran a soothing hand through chucks hair trying to calm him down some. He could feel how bad Chuck was trembling against him. His other hand rubbed his back lightly holding him close to his chest. "Don't you worry about anything, you're perfectly safe with me Chuck, I promise. I would die to protect one of God's chosen Prophets..."
Chuck was shocked by the hug, but he assumed that Cas wasn't really the same awkward angel he had started out as on earth. Knowing the Winchesters had really changed Cas, and it had changed Chuck too. He certainly has done things by now, that he never would have expected of himself. But he still always reverted back to his shy, awkward self. Which is probably why, he let out a shaky sigh and then pried himself from Cas' arms and replied shakily, "Um... th-thanks Cas, but..." Chuck glanced out of the cell seeing an inmate across the way smirking at them. "But, uh, don't you think us hugging like this will only make me a BIGGER target?" Chuck slid back and sat a little ways away from Cas glancing nervously out of the cell and then back at Cas. Chuck curled his legs up hugging them to his chest. "I don't want … that, to happen again." Chuck said softly, the memory of earlier coming back to him in alarming clarity.
"Sorry, no, you're right. That may indeed make things worse… but…" Cas said looking at Chuck. "Claiming an inmate is also another way of keeping other inmates from making a move. It's like when animals claim territory, or a mate. The others leave them the fuck alone if they know what's good for them." Cas clenched his jaw and stared at Chuck. "Sorry I know that's probably not the best thing to hear right now… after what you've been through."
"I'm fine. I've been through this sort of thing before. Just not as… intense. If faking things with you keep the other inmates away, I'm willing to do it if you are. I just don't want that to endanger you, Cas." Chuck said and looked at Cas nervously.
"We wouldn't be able to just 'fake' it, Chuck. It's not as easy as high school where rumors will do most of the work. We'd have to actually, DO some things. There's literally no privacy here. To get them to believe it, we have to put on a show with it. Where people will see, and know that you're 'mine', so to speak. I just want you to know the facts, Chuck. This isn't going to be easy, but it may be your best shot at getting out of here alive." Cas said so sadly, wishing he could do more. But he couldn't until he got his grace back to full power.
"Okay, I understand. It won't be as bad if it's you. I trust you. I know you don't mean it in a rapey way. Let's do it that way. If it's my best shot, I may as well take my chances with it." Chuck said and nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "Just…. tell me before you do it. Okay, like. Plan it out and tell me before hand, okay? I'll need to mentally prepare myself." Chuck said and slightly cringed.
"Of course, Chuck. Of course, I'll even try to make most of the interactions so that we won't have to do it, but rather just make it believable. Okay? I'm going to protect you. Even though all of this is pretty fucked up, I promise, I'll make this as easy on you as I can." Cas gave Chuck a slow nod, and gave him a faint sympathetic smile, to show that he was genuinely sorry about all this. But at least they were both in here together.
"Okay." Chuck said and then hugged Cas briefly, before climbing down to sit in his bunk and try to calm himself down a bit. He knew this was going to be hard, and he needed to try and take it one day at a time the best he could. So, Chuck, with his mind all wrapped up in worry, decided to take a nap. Because there was an awful lot of time left doing nothing when you're in prison, and thinking was exactly what Chuck needed to avoid doing right now. He only hoped the nightmares would stay away.
Chuck jerked up in the middle of the night screaming and clutching his blanket to his chest kicking at the cot and pressed himself up against the wall hyperventilating until Cas jumped down and crawled onto Chucks cot. "Chuck, Chuck are you alright? It's me Cas, Shhh, it was just a nightmare, you're okay. Calm down, please be quiet, we don't want the guards to come. Shhhh, it's okay…." Cas said and pulled Chuck to him, holding him in his lap, soothing him, and stroking his hair.
Chuck tried to slow his breathing as he stared at the wall of the cell, thinking his heart was going to explode. He didn't want to think about the horrible things in his past that the memories of his current situation had brought to the surface. He didn't want to think anything. To a point, right now, Chuck wanted to be dead. He hated being a prophet, he hated being so weak, and useless, and he hated everything about his life. "Why is this happening to me, Cas?" Chuck said nearly coughing on the tears and saliva in his mouth.
"Shhhh, it's okay Chuck, you're here with me. I promise I'm not going anywhere, and I'm going to get us out as soon as I can. All right?" Cas said comforting Chuck best he could. Cas was heartbroken seeing Chuck like this. He knew that the prophets had it bad already, but this was just like rubbing salt in the wound. He silently sent a prayer to heaven asking his father to help Chuck, to help him see peace, to help him have hope. And he asked that he grant Cas the strength to get them both out of this place. But it seemed to Cas that this felt awfully like a test. Like Chuck was put in here with him to teach Cas a lesson about something. What that was, Cas didn't know, but he was totally dedicated to protecting Chuck. They would get out of here together, or in the very least, Cas would make sure CHUCK would get out of here. He would even die trying.