As Castiel walked down the prison hallway, he smiled to himself and fiddled with the hem of his orange jumpsuit. Men in their cells whistled and growled at him as he walked like starving animals in their cages. That's when he passed Dean's cell. He watched as his lover shot up from his bunk and rattled the bars. "What the hell!"
The two large guards behind him continued to lead him along until he passed Sam's cell, who had the same reaction when he saw Cas walk along in irons. Finally he reached his own cell. It was furbished with the usual, one crummy urinal and a tattered cot. The guards shoved him in, and slammed the cold bars shut behind him. Cas settled himself down calmly before looking across to his neighbor, a tall, hairy man who slipped his arms through the bars and rested them casually against the cell frame. The ugly man nodded over at him before making his sexual desire for Cas clear. God some things you can never un-see.
Dropping an attractive boy into a prison was like dropping a steak into a lions den, accept these lions were horny bastards. Cas laid down on his cot and giggled before spitting the little silver key from his mouth. It was the key he'd jacked from the guard in the front hall a few weeks earlier. Boy was that guard surprised to see him today being led down the room with the line of new arrivals.
It wasn't too had to get himself arrested. He'd decided he'd go back in to work. As a special treat, Balthazar had followed him in once again. Cas chuckled to himself as he remembered the look of surprise when Cas had pulled the gun on him. "Everybody on the floor!" He'd screamed, trying to sound as convincing as possible. He'd shoved a bit of cash into a bag and let the pretty teller of station 3 press the alarm. All he had left to do was wait for the cops to show up. Of course, it wasn't enough to earn him his own 35 year sentence like the boys, but he thought it was good for a first time offender.
The bell finally rang for the second recreational period of the day and Cas was excited. He stashed the key in his sneaker and set out, full of energy and eager to find Dean and Sam. After a few minutes, he spotted them running at him as well.
They of course, they weren't as pleased to see him as he was them.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean cursed.
Sam and Dean had pulled him back into one of the corners of the prison yard where hungry eyes watched. Dean sent sharp and intimidating looks to the people who flashed Cas lustful looks. He didn't like this one bit. Sam took a nervous gulp before taking over the conversation while Dean protected his territory. "What are you doing here Cas?" Sam asked.
"I'm busting you guys out!" Cas exclaimed, proud of himself.
Dean turned to face him angrily, "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"
Castiel grinned, "I'm not going to take it out right here for obvious reasons, but last time I was here I got cuff keys off the front hall security guard."
"Cuff keys?" Sam asked.
"All the cuffs in this place can be unlocked my a master key."
"And how do you know that?" Dean questioned, crossing his arms.
"I have some skills myself you know." Cas smiled, "I'm very good at flirting."
Sam started laughing while Dean just groaned in defeat. He still had a really bad feeling about this whole thing. Castiel's cell neighbor was a well known rapist, an the looks he kept giving them was making Dean's stomach turn. "Damn it Cas." he sighed, "This wasn't a good idea."
"You idiot." Cas punched Dean's arm lightly before winking, "I wasn't gonna just sit around on my thumbs."