After a long night of nausea and nervous doubt, it was finally morning. The prison runs on an automatic system, that means there's a man in a station room controlling the cameras and doors. There are guards stationed throughout the complex as well as patrol men walking the halls. Every two hours there's a rec time scheduled, and every six, there's a meal. Even though rec time would be the more recent time to do it, Lunch would be where everyone's present. See, during rec periods, the cell mates and guards are scattered, where as during a food period, all cell mates eat in the cafeteria and all the guards are stationed around the room and just outside the hallway doors.

They hadn't told Dean what was going to happen, just that they'd be getting out today. Cas had told dean, "Look for the signal."

"What signal?"

"You won't miss it."

Gears were set in motion and the escape plan was under way. Cas tucked his key into his show once more before confidently walking through his cell door. He watched his cell neighbor stare at him as he walked. He made sure he walked in front of the man, making any eye contact would be bad. It was the lunch period, but Cas didn't walk to the lunch room, he turned to the empty rec room. He had about three seconds to see Sam, who nodded back to him.

Gelicero followed him in, grinning with yellow teeth as he rolled up his sleeves. Of course it was a bad situation with the pervert on his tail, but Cas entered the room anyway, he couldn't turn back now, even if the man was stalking him. Gelicero shut the door, thank god the prison didn't have locks from the inside on that door. If he was stuck in the rec room with that man then...

"What's Cas doing?" Dean asked his brother before setting his food tray down on the table.

"Said he needed to stop by the rec room before Lunch." Sam replied.

Dean looked around, his stomach turning when he didn't see the man. The one who constantly made eyes at Cas. His Cas, who was alone in the rec room. Dean stood abruptly, knocking his tray and splashing some soup about. He turned to the hallway door. It was shut. He raced over to it and pushed with all his might. It wouldn't budge. He pounded on the door violently, but it still didn't move.

"Hey gorgeous."

Cas turned, to see the smiling face of Gelicero grinning down at him, a hungry look in his eyes.

"Open this door!" Dean screamed, gaining the attention of a few guards as well as a few prisoners. "Open it up!"

Some of the prisoners smiled in amusement. While others whispered. Finally Dean got fed up of listening to their snickering and turned, "You got a problem?" he barked.

A small group of rough looking guys stood, cracking their knuckles. Dean was just itching to punch someone by now, and these guys were volunteering. The fight started small, with that group of about four and Dean, but eventually more joined in, until the entire cafeteria was filled with fighting prisoners. Oh, and Sam, who stood in the corner of the room by a hallway door, shaking his head and astonishment.

Gelicero smirked as he stalked closer slowly, "You made the mistake of being alone cutie."

Cas chuckled, "You moron. You thought I didn't expect you to follow?"

The prison doesn't have any sharp objects, but a key is sharp enough to puncture skin if you tab the man with enough force. Cas swiftly pulled out the key from his shoe, smiling a little. Oh how the pieces fall into place. "I chatted up the guard before I was put in here, I made sure the cell right across from you was available, I'm sort of choosy about my rooms."

"You planned this?"

"I did my homework. You seemed the best way to start up my riot."

"Riot?" Gelicero choked.

"The cafeteria is probably full of men fighting by now."

"How did you-"

Gelicero never stood a chance, Cas was on him like a blood thirsty predator. He jabbed the key into the man's neck, blood squirting out from the vain. Gelicero had a bit of a spasm before he died, Castiel's feet pinning the man's wrists to the floor. "I was never meant to be an angel."

The automatic system kicked in and all the doors opened, letting the guards flood steadily. Sam grabbed up Dean and they were out the door, headed to the main station room, just like Cas planned. "That kid is a genius Dean."

"What are you talking about?" Dean questioned, wiping traces of blood from his mouth as they ran down the hall.

"Cas planned this whole thing. Pretty impressive."

Dean didn't say anything the rest of the way. Castiel however, was across the building, taking his own hallway to the front entrance. It was abandoned now, the front desk camera and communication however, still on the line. The last bit to take care of would be the man in the main control station, but Sam and Dean should already be on their way up there. Castiel wiped the bloody key on his jumper before slipping it into the keyhole on a big tin box. He grabbed their possessions from it quickly before opening the line to the main room. "Dean? Sam? Are you there?"

"Who-who are you?" a shaky voice asked.

"Are you the guard stationed at the control room?" Cas asked, "If so, there are two men headed your way, if I were you, I'd take a lunch break."