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Locked up
Chapter two
"Hey wait a minute…" Dean stood up and walked over and gripped the bars. "We didn't do anything. You can't hold us unless you have proof that we disobeyed the law."
"Don't you lip off to me sonny. I'll hold you as long as I want to."
Sam walked over and stood next to his brother.
"Then we want to see a lawyer."
"Sorry there aren't any in town." Walker grinned over at his partner, Officer Landis.
"Well then don't we at least get a phone call?"
"I don't know where you boys are from, but down here I'm the law and what I say goes. We don't need none of those fancy talking lawyers and you don't need no phone call. Your description fits the guy that robbed the store, tall, long dark hair…that's good enough for me."
Sam gave a little laugh.
"You got to be kidding! Tall, long dark hair…that fits about half the people in the state."
"Well I saw the video and I say it's you."
Sam shook his head in disbelief.
"Well then what about my brother? He didn't do anything, you can't hold him."
"He resisted arrest."
"Arrest! You weren't going to arrest me! All I did was walk to the other side of my car because that goon was hurting my brother for no reason." Dean spoke up.
"You were going to attack my partner."
"I wasn't going to attack your partner…Look he was going to break my brother's arm, all I wanted to do was stop him."
"You were interfering in an arrest."
"Oh for God's sake!" Dean shook his head and looked away. He knew arguing with these two men was hopeless.
"So what are you going to do to us?" Sam asked.
"We're going to stick you up in the county jail till I'm ready to hear your case."
"Till you're ready to hear our case?" Sam looked at Dean and shook his head. "This gets better and better."
County jail
Dean and Sam were both handcuffed together and put in leg irons for their trip to the county jail.
The jail was an old run down building surrounded by barbed wire. There were two buildings, one that housed the convicts and the other that housed the correctional officers. A small open area between the buildings served as a recreational area with two basketball nets and a set of bleachers. Two towers stood guarding the recreational area, each with a guard holding long rifles watching the activity below.
Dean and Sam were led into the building and their handcuffs were removed. They then were turned over to a man who handed out the prison uniform which was an orange jumpsuit.
"I can't believe this." Dean turned to Sam as he took one of the offered suits then looked over at the man. "Hey don't you have something in green…orange isn't my color, clashes with my eyes."
The man ignored him.
"How do we get out of this one?" Sam whispered to Dean but his attention was more focused on one of the convicts who was mopping the floor nearby. The con was leering at the two brothers and deliberately licked his lips when they were escorted into the shower area. "Oh great, we already have Bubba trying to make a hit on us." Sam whispered to his brother.
Dean had seen the man also. He knew what happened in prison and prayed he and Sam wouldn't be separated.
"Okay, strip down." One of the guards ordered.
"Here?" Sam said as he swallowed hard.
"Yeah here! Strip!"
Sam looked at Dean and he could see the fear in Sam's eyes. He too felt fear but wasn't about to let them see it.
"Um …we already had our shower for the day." Dean joked as he tried to walk away from the shower area. He was slammed against the wall by one of the guards and a club pressed up against his throat.
Dean dropped his uniform as his hands went up trying to keep the club from choking him.
"You do as you're told boy."
Dean knew with his fight training he could easily take the guard down but where would that get him he thought and he had to think of Sam. If he got into trouble with the guards they would probably separate them and that he didn't want. No, he'd wait until the right moment then try to get him and Sam out of there.
Sam leaned down and picked up Dean's uniform but another guard hit his hand with a club causing him to drop it. He winced as he rubbed his sore hand.
"He picks up his own uniform. You'll soon learn in here you don't help another con. You just obey the rules and we'll all get along just fine."
The club was removed from Dean's throat and he picked up his uniform glaring at the guard. He looked over at Sam to see if he was okay. Sam simply nodded.
"Okay now that we got that over with ….Strip!" The guard ordered.
They did as they were told and stood naked holding their uniforms in front of them.
"Now go take a shower."
They were each handed a bar of soap and a towel.
They entered the shower area and each of them felt like they had been kicked in the stomach when they saw eight other convicts standing there watching them.
"Dean…" Sam said, the fear evident in his voice.
"Don't let them see your fear Sam. Just pretend you're in the school locker room." Dean said as he tried to act casual as he walked over and turned on one of the showers. Sam followed his lead. Together they tried to ignore the whistles from the convicts watching them.
TBC
