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The next weeks passed quickly for Dean and they really couldn't pass quickly enough. He managed to stay out of trouble and pretty much ignored Zachariah. Getting involved with his problems would just mean trouble, which Dean really couldn't use. So he left the man to his own devices, Lucifer had almost immediately broken him anyway, so there wasn't much Dean could do, even if he wanted to.

He had received another letter from Cas and he had written one to Cas, too. But after he had told him about Zachariah there wasn't really much to talk about anymore. His life just was pretty much the same every day. But he had written a letter to Bobby as soon as he had learned his exact release date. He didn't want the man to pick him up or anything. He just wanted him to know what was going on and he hoped that maybe Bobby would tell Sam the good news. Secretly he hoped Sam would come and meet him when he got out.

On his last day he was called away from work early because he had a visitor. When he entered the room there was a black woman waiting for him. His first impression was that she was someone he didn't want to cross. He sat down at the table across from her and had to resist the urge to squirm under her obvious scrutiny.

"Dean Winchester," she said sternly and he felt ready to confess anything at her tone, even though he hadn't done anything. It was like being five years old again and unsuccessfully trying to hide the fact that he had kicked the ball that had broken the window. If he did anything this woman would see right through him.

"My name is Missouri Moseley and I'll be your parole officer for the next seven months," she introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Dean answered politely and slightly intimidated by the woman.

"Don't 'ma'am' me. I'm Missouri. We'll be seeing a lot of each other for the next months and I don't want to be called ma'am all the time."

"Yes, ma'am. Missouri," Dean answered, quickly correcting himself and she smiled warmly at him.

"As long as you do what I say, meet me once a week, go to work and stay out of trouble, we'll get along just fine. Step out of line and you find yourself back in here faster than you can say 'I'm sorry ma'am'. Are we clear?"

"Crystal clear. I won't cause you any trouble," Dean assured her.

"Great. Okay, here I have all the information for you about housing and your job. I'll give you a few days to settle in and you'll come and see me next week. If you have any pressing questions or problems before that don't hesitate to call me. My number is on the paper with my office's address and the time for your first appointment with me," she told him and gave him a few sheets of paper which he looked over quickly.

It was nothing new really, just all the information about his new life in written form. Dean thanked her and Missouri got up to leave. When she reached the door she looked back at him.

"You seem like a good man. Don't disappoint me and especially yourself," she said and then left the room.

"I won't," Dean muttered into the empty room and then got up when the guard opened the door for him, so he could go to his cell and start gathering his belongings. He would leave right after breakfast the next morning.

He hardly slept that night and that was only partly due to the pitiful whimpering from the bottom bunk. He had gotten used to those kinds of nightly sounds in prison. But he was so excited about finally leaving this place that he couldn't fall asleep. His mind kept making plans about what to do first once he was a free man.

A cheeseburger was first, he decided. He would find a diner that served decent cheeseburgers, hopefully with bacon on them, too. Burgers were rare in prison and not what Dean thought a burger should taste like. And he needed pie. He hadn't had pie in one year so he didn't even care what kind it was, as long as it was pie.

Yes, he'd definitely get some good food as soon as he was out. And second would be finding out what happened to his car. The car his Dad thankfully hadn't taken when he'd disappeared and which he loved as if it was a person. The '67 Chevy Impala in which he and Sam had learned how to drive. He didn't know if Sam had taken the car or if he had left it with Bobby. Sam had never felt for the Impala like Dean had. He would call Bobby soon and find out what happened to it.

Oh, and there was TV of course. He had never watched much TV in prison. It had always been a strange atmosphere with the other inmates around and he could never watch his favorite show without risking being mocked or worse. Dr. Sexy M.D. wasn't something you'd suggest watching in a prison but maybe he could catch up now. He just liked the show for some reason. He didn't know if the room he had been assigned even had a TV but if it did, he would watch that show again.

With these plans for the next few days he finally fell asleep and when he woke up in the morning breakfast couldn't be over soon enough. Finally he was allowed to change into regular clothes, take his few belongings and leave. The director and a few guards even said goodbye personally and wished him good luck. He had gotten along well with most of the staff but he still wouldn't miss them and they felt the same.

"Goodbye. I hope we'll never see you again," the director told him with a smile as he shook his hand and then the door opened and Dean went out the front door of the prison for the first time in a year.

He stopped for a moment, lifted his face up towards the sky and took a deep breath. Then he laughed happily and walked down towards the street that ran along the prison grounds. There he stopped and looked around. He hadn't called a cab or anything, holding on to the faint hope that Sam had finally gotten over his anger and had actually come to pick him up on his first day as a free man again.

But there was no one there. He waited for a few more minutes in case Sam was a little late but half an hour later there was still no one to pick him up. He sighed, swallowing his disappointed, and started to walk back up towards the building to ask for a phone.

"Dean!"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around at the shout. Someone had come after all, just not the someone he had waited for. It was Castiel who had parked his car at the curb and gotten out to call after Dean.

"Cas. I didn't expect to see you here," he said and he was almost as happy to see Cas as he would have been to see his brother.

"I…I didn't know if you had someone to pick you up and I thought it would be nice to see a friendly face. Are you expecting someone else?" Cas felt a little bit unsure, now that he was there. It had seemed like a good idea to come here but maybe Dean didn't want to see him.

Dean walked towards Cas and smiled at him. "No, I'm not expecting anyone else. Thanks for coming. You didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did. I owe you a lot and this is just a small thing I can do for you. I would have been here sooner but traffic was crazy today," he explained as they walked to his car.

Dean put his things on the backseat and then the two men got into the car. "So, where do you want to go first?" Cas asked and Dean didn't need to think long.