Castiel Ingram was just lounging in the break room, eating the honey glazed doughnuts that were offered to prison staff members daily when his walkie talkie crackled to life. "Ingram!" the voice on the other end barked. Quickly stuffing the rest of the doughnut into his mouth, Cas pressed a button on it to reply. "Yes, this is Castiel Ingram. What's going on?" he asked, wiping the crumbs on his mouth and hands with a napkin. "Riot in the cafeteria! Get your ass down here now!" the voice yelled, trying to be heard above the screaming and noises in the background. Castiel's eyes went wide. A riot? There has never been a single riot in the Green River County Detention Center.

Running through the halls, it was eerily quiet and there was no other sound than his footsteps and the distant sound of fighting and yelling. As Cas was running through a dimly lit corridor, he thought he saw a flash of orange speed past him. He suddenly stopped and turned to see a convict running the other way, towards the break room which led to the exit of the detention center. Immediately forgetting about the chaos in the cafeteria, Castiel chased after the convict.

Cas was certain that the man would never make it to the exit since he didn't know the way out nearly as well as Castiel. But strangely enough, the man seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Castiel had only been hired for a few months and letting this convict outrun him would probably end his career as a guard. Determined, Cas sped up and began to draw closer to the running man.


Dean Winchester was sitting alone in the cafeteria, before exchanging glances with Benny Lafitte, another convict. He nodded once and Benny knew it was go time. He suddenly punched the burly man next to him hard on the jaw. Before Dean knew it, there was a full blown riot in the cafeteria and the guards were hurriedly calling for backup. Dean had to get out before more guards came. But before he could, a thin man with a bleeding nose approached Dean from behind. He was about to wrap his hands around Dean's neck when Dean suddenly lashed out with a back kick and the man collapsed. "Maybe next time, Alastair." Dean winked cheekily before darting out of the cafeteria.

He was running through the halls when another guard suddenly blurred past him. Dean turned around once to look if the guard had noticed him and he saw a figure stopping and turning towards him in the dark corridor. Dean turned his head back so quickly it could have given him whiplash. He heard light but quick footsteps sounding from behind him and knew the guard was chasing him. He started to panic a little. Trying his best to remember the blueprint of the prison, Dean turned a corner and ran down a left corridor. Or was it right? He couldn't afford to hesitate or make a single mistake otherwise he would be put in a cell with maximum security. Making it even harder to escape. But not impossible. Dean smirked to himself when he saw a brightly lit room that smelled of coffee straight ahead of him. The break room. He remembered this from the map. After this would be. Freedom. He was going to make it. He was going back home. Back to his brother Sam and mother, Mary. He was going to make it.

And that's when everything went dark.


Hi, I hoped you all enjoyed this first chapter! This story was based off a Tumblr prompt and I have been wanting to write this for a long time! I will update regularly, maybe thrice a week or so.