A/N: Sorry it takes me so long to update, but I have school which requires a lot of work (and extra homework because someone's parents decided the students weren't exhausted enough.) Also, I tend to do this thing where I will work a little on a story, get writer's block, switch to another story, get writer's block, begin another story, get writer's block, get bored, start drawing, artist's boredom, watch tv, get bored, go back to story, get writer's block, and the whole process just starts over again. Yeah, I pretty much have the attention span of a squirrel on crack.

My teachers also like to do this thing where they go, "Why, yes! I see that you have a mountain of homework and tests to study for, which means that you must really like them...So here's some more :D !

**ALSO: If you read this before I changed the first chapter and you haven't read the knew version yet, then you probably should. The story will make more sense if you do.**


Life's a Bitch, and so are You

Dean shifted awkwardly in his spot as he tried to adjust the jumpsuit he was forced to wear. The damn thing felt like an anaconda covered in bark.

Sam elbowed him in the ribs and whispered, "Stop squirming, you're gonna get us in trouble."

"Oh, shut up," Dean elbowed his brother back. He felt a pair of eyes on him and turned to the left to see a giant of a man, easily twice as wide and a few inches taller than Sam, scowling down at him.

The smaller man gave an uneasy smile and said, "Sup, Squirt. How's it going?"

Squirt growled at the Winchester then turned his head to stare down the hallway. Wonderful, Dean had been here for less than an hour and he already made a friend.

Suddenly, the guards yelled something and all the prisoners straightened before a small group of well-dressed officials came marching down the hall. Dean strained his neck to see past the other inmates, and when his eyes landed on the woman in lead he could have sworn his jaw crashed to the ground.

She was probably the very definition of Busty Asian Beauty, what with perfectly placed curves and a chest the size of melons. Dark brown hair was tucked into a cap with one large lock hanging to the right and framing her cold grey eyes as she stared at every man with scrutiny. Every step her heeled boots took was done with absolute precision, and Dean certainly didn't miss the dangerous looking sword strapped to her hip.

Ms. Sexy, as Dean dubbed her, walked back and forth in front of the row of inmates as she rattled off what he assumed were rules. After a few minutes of that, she paused in front of the Winchesters and gave them a stone look. "Did either of you get that?" She asked in perfect english.

"Well..umm.." Dean so eloquently said. He was certainly not expecting her to do that.

Sam cleared his throat before elbowing his brother once again, "I'm sorry. We really didn't catch much of it."

"Then maybe you should pay more attention," she gave a pointed look to the older brother. "There is an english translation in the rule book. I suggest reading it," the woman turned around and headed down the hall.

This seemed to snap Dean out of his trance and back into reality. He blinked a few times before calling out to the rather intimidating woman, "Hey, wait!"

She turned back around with a hint of irritation gracing her face, "What do you want?"

Dean gave one of his prize winning grins as he spoke smoothly, "I just wanted to know your name."

"Dammit, Dean. No," Sam grumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Leave it to his brother to be a complete idiot.

The woman seemed to think the same as she scowled at the elder hunter, "I'm Chief Makina and the warden of this prison. I shall expect to receive your utmost respect." The 'or else' didn't have to be said to get the message across. To Sam, anyway.

Dean raised his hands in surrender but the grin never left his face, "Hey, hey. No problem here, sweetheart. I'm always happy to listen to a pretty, yo- umph!"

He was cut off by the floor catching his fall and a heeled boot pressing into his chest before he could even blink. The hunter's green eyes followed the length of the sword pointed at his throat and up to the sharp glare of a rather irritated warden.

"Listen here, Stud," the Chief spoke with warning, "I will not tolerate any disrespect from scum like you. Nor will I hesitate to make your pathetic life a living hell. Do I make myself clear?"

Dean cleared his throat then looked back at the Chief, "Y-yes. Crystal."

"Good." She removed her foot and turned to her subordinates. She said a few words to them then, as a group, they stalked off towards the end of the hall.

After they were gone, a few inmates couldn't help but to snicker at the grounded man. They were quickly silenced by the guards snapping at them, but a few couldn't hide the smirks on their faces.

Dean, not caring about anyone else, turned to his brother with a cheeky grin spread ear to ear, "Sammy?"

"Yeah, Dean?"

"I think I'm in love."

Sam rolled his eyes and scoffed, "You're such a dumbass."


"What do you think it is?" Dean asked as he gazed with confusion at the weird block-thingy they were given for lunch.

Sam picked up the small block from his own tray and gave it a scrutinizing look, "I honestly have no idea."

The elder sniffed the block then dropped it on the table. It bounced several times before landing on the page Sam was reading of the rule book. The younger hunter picked the mystery thing up and placed it on his brother's tray before saying, "Alright, so get this."

Dean drew his attention away from the plastic tofu thingy and stared at Sam, "What is it?"

"Okay, do you see those cards everyone is using?" He gestured to the food line register where it appeared people were buying actual decent food that looked like food.

"Yeah, what about them?" Dean asked.

"Well, according to this, those cards are kind of like credit cards for cast points. You earn cast points by working a job here or competing in games."

The older seemed interested in that last part, "What kind of games."

Sam flipped through a few pages before finding the one he wanted, "All kinds. There are game shows, races, even obstacle courses."

Dean nodded, "Alright. So what do these cast points buy?"

"Anything you want. Clothes, food, books, accessories, furniture, even something called 'candy' but it's pretty expensive, " Dean perked up at the last item. "No, Dean. It's not candy with an 'i', " Sam said with exasperation as his brother deflated.

"Alright, so what is this 'candy'?" The elder hunter asked.

Sam flipped to another page and scanned through it, "Apparently it's only useful to death row inmates. Their collars pump a poison in the blood stream that will kill 'em if they don't eat the antidote, which is the candy, every three days."

"Ouch," Dean said as he played with his own collar. "Glad we only robbed a museum."

"Tried to."

"Shut up." The shorter man gave his lunch a thoughtful look before an idea popped in his head, "Hey, Sammy? Are there any games coming up soon?"

Sam knit his brows then searched the rule book once again, "Actually the Dog Race is on Friday afternoons. Today is Friday, right?"

Dean enthusiastically nodded his head, "Yeah. Well, I was thinking that maybe one of us could sign up for it and get a little doe."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked

Dean smirked at his brother, "That, or I could just sell you. I'm sure you'd make a great prison bitch."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Or we could just get a job."

The elder hunter scoffed, "Yeah, you go ahead with that. But I'm not interested in being a bus boy and I want some moolah now. Hell, I'm starving, " the last bit was said as he shot a glare aimed at his pathetic lunch.

"Okay, I guess you're right. When you're doing the race, I can try and dig up some info about what's going on. But if you wanna sign up then you should probably hurry."

Dean nodded as he and Sam stood up, grabbed their plates, and dumped them in the trash. The shorter scanned the many entrances of the crowded mess hall before turning to his brother with a sheepish grin, "So, uh, where do I go, anyway?"

Sam placed a hand on Dean's shoulder before pushing him towards the far right entrance, "This way, Spike. Don't want you to be late for the party."


Not my proudest, but I'm just trying to move the plot along. Again, I'm very sorry for the wait, but I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. Also, this was updated a little late in the night when I was drunk on exhaustion but couldn't sleep and just wanted something to do, so I apologize for any mistakes. And I don't know why but this one was actually a bit tricky to write and I'm not really sure I like it.

Please review and tell me what you think, I'll give you a virtual cookie if you do!