A/N: Thanks to Pippin1984 for her review. Glad you love the angst. Prepare for even more. Only eight chapters to go!
Disclaimer: Much thanx to Eric Kripke for bringing us Sam and Dean to play with when we are bored...and even when we aren't!!
The outer guard shack was empty. An odd thing for this time of day. Morales pressed the button on the pole once more, but no one answered. He looked back at Sam in the passenger seat, and shrugged. Slamming his fist on the button, Morales cursed aloud. He hated the run around he had been getting lately. For the last five days, since Dean had been beaten, things had been hush-hush at the prison. Finally a voice came over the intercom.
"I hear ya, stop with the incessant beeping!" It was Richards. He was agitated. Sam could also hear something else in his voice. Almost a smarmy tone, like he was enjoying his job just a bit to much. Sam did not like it.
Morales glared at the pole, as if that would make a difference.
"Well where the fuck have you been?! I have been pressing this damned button for the last 10 minutes. If anything happened to Dean Winchester while..." Morales was cut off.
"Okay, listen jefe. That little shit is in the hole, and will be for the next 2 days." He spit at the mere mention of Dean's name.
"I will be pulling the switch myself, and will relish in doing so, and lose no sleep over it. Thank you very much!" He laughed, not caring in the least. Sam gnashed his teeth, but said nothing.
Morales let go of the button. If he hadn't, he would have screamed right into Richard's ear.
"Ese dios maldecido, hijo de la perra!" He punched the steering wheel hard, then took a deep breath. Sam eyed him, but still said nothing.
"You listen, pendaho, you let me in now, or I drive my SUV through your barrier, and right into the prison. ¿Comprende?" Morales had pressed the button again, and Sam could tell that he was upset. The fact that he was spitting out Spanish left and right was a sure sign.
There was silence on the other end, then a beep, and the gate in front of them slid open slowly. Morales slapped the side of the wheel in revelry. Once the gate had fully slipped into its enclosure, Morales slid the car into drive and drove up the short stretch of road to the prison. As they reached the front doors, Richards and Humphry were already there. Richards was leaning against a wooden post, smoking a cigarette, smoke billowing around him. When he caught sight of Morales and Sammy, he tossed his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under foot.
Morales shut off the car and opened his door. Sam followed suit, but stood beside the vehicle. He knew what these two had done, and did not want to be any closer. Richards looked at Sam, and smiled slyly, making Sam want to dive at him and knock him into next Thursday.
"So, you're the killer's brother?" Humphry glanced at Sam. He lifted his belt, but his stomach just fell back over it.
"Hey, did your mommy really die in a fire like they say, or did daddy do it?" He started to laugh, but Sam was on him before he could get a sound out. Sam's hands were around his thick throat, making Humphry's face turn cherry red. Morales's eyes went wide, and he rushed at Sam, pulling at his arms. Sam struggled for a few seconds, then let go. He was breathing hard, hot tears in his eyes.
"You son of a bitch, how dare you!" So many thoughts and emotions were rolling around in Sam's head that he just could not think straight. He wanted so much to believe in Dean's innocence, but at the same time he was sure he had killed Angela and Terry. He was terrified of himself and of Dean, and it made him insane.
Richards stepped in front of Sammy. He had a heated look on his face. He was less than pleased that Sam had attacked his friend. He placed a heavy hand on Sam's shoulder, and squeezed.
"Kid, your brother killed two people." He leaned in, almost touching his face to Sam's. "You are lucky that you are not in there with him, and being electrocuted right next to him!" Richards squeezed once more, then let go, turning back to the prison. Sam let the words slip right off him.
"Yeah well, I still need to get in there and see Dean. And you are going to see to it, right now!"
Richards turned back to the men. He was not happy about that. Sam had just attacked Humphry, and he still wanted Richards to let him in? The balls of this kid. Richards sighed heavily, knowing that he had no choice, for Sam was not going to let up easily. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, then slipped one into the front door.
"Just so you know," Richards stepped away from the door. Sam walked toward the door, Morales right behind him.
"You pull any shit today, and I will have you locked up right alongside your brother. Mark my words boy!" Sam nodded, then walked into the prison, not sure what to expect.
