"Let's have some fun tonight with that pretty mouth"
Castiel shuddered but tried not to show it. He kept proceeding escorted by the guards, one in front and two behind him, as other inmates catcalled and whistled at him. It was a mistake. He shouldn't have been there, that wasn't his place. Sure, he had made some poor choices but his intentions were good and... It didn't matter. He had been declared guilty and had to serve his sentence. "Walk faster, dog!" One of the officers behind ordered, pushing him forward. Castiel stumbled a little and kept following the guard ahead. His hands, pinned behind his back, ached because they had been cuffed too tight and, yet, he kept a lid on it. Actually, he hadn't said a word since he had gone through the main gate. He hoped not to draw attention. He just wanted to mind his own business for as long as he had to stay there. Unfortunately, the other prisoners had noticed him right away. Maybe for his fine features or maybe for his innocent look. "Seems like you will have a lot of fun in here, dog"
"Nice ass"
"Come bunk with me and I'll show you a good time"
Castiel fleetingly lifted his gaze over the other prisoners, making obscene gestures, and felt sick. Those would have been three long months... The guards then led him down a flight of stairs and into the main area. "Come on, in!" The chief officer commanded, pushing a creaky door open. It was the cafeteria. The moment Castiel, hesitantly, stepped inside, everybody turned to him and stopped dead in their tracks. There, he understood what it meant to be in the spotlight. Uncomfortable as never before, he moved behind the guard who continued to get ahead and stared down. Everybody had this threatening or lascivious look as they made comments about him and blew him kisses. Eventually, the officer stopped at a table where some inmates were sitting around, sprawled, and cleared his throat. "Winchester and Co, out of here. C'mon"
"What's the matter, Bobby? You know that this is my table"
"I have no interest in arguing. Out. Of. Here."
There was a sort of fight of power between the guard and the leader of the group, a guy with dark blond hair and green eyes. He held Bobby's stare with a challenging grin before looking away and getting up. "All right, boys. Let's go" Winchester said arrogantly as he walked the officer by and bumped him with his shoulder. Bobby didn't react. Then, he passed by Castiel and checked him from head to toe, with a little wink and a smile. "Watch out, sweetie"
"Bend over the table"
"..."
Castiel still captivated by the green-eyed prisoner didn't even realize that the officer was talking to him. Only when he was pushed against the table vehemently, he snapped out of his thoughts. "Are you deaf or just another disrespectful dog?" Bobby asked as he kept the inmate down. Castiel was startled, in a cold sweat just like the night he had been arrested. He opened his mouth to apologize when he felt rough hands on his body, unfastening his belt and promptly yanking down his pants. He froze as he feared the worst. His boxers were the next to be gone and, at that point, the cold air of the prison hit his bare butt. A general ovation when his pale ass was exposed, much to his terror. He tried to stay calm. Maybe that was just a weird procedure to conduct the body-cavity search. Y-yeah, there was nothing to worry about... Well, not until Bobby groped and fondled with his butt, propping his middle finger right against the prisoner's tight entrance. "Mmmh, what an ass..."
"W-wait! What are you doing!? Stop, I don't-"
"No barking, dog!"
Castiel whimpered at the touch but a strong hand held him still, firmly. All at once, the fingertip pushed in past his tight rim and beached his most intimate part. He wanted to scream, to fight, but his body was paralyzed and nothing came out of his dry mouth. The digit slowly slid deeper and deeper only to be drawn back and added with a second. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes. Was that hell? Castiel raised his head to look around and ask for help but only found the other two officers in front of him with their hard cocks in hand. No, it couldn't be. He would have preferred to die than being... He hyperventilated at the thought. Bobby's grip, however, didn't come loose but tighter if possible. One of the guards grabbed him by his hair, pulling him to his prick, and just beat off a few inches from his face. Castiel wished he could pass out not to witness a thing. His ass hurt, was on fire, as the intrusion split him apart. Plus, the smell of cock mixed with piss and sweat had invaded his nostrils, making him nauseous. Castiel closed his eyes, squeezing them as much as he could as if that was able to prevent anything from happening. And then... Baaam!
The sound of a hard hit echoed off the walls of the facility and every hand over his body disappeared. Castiel's eyelids flew wide open and he turned around frightened like a helpless child. There, the pretty green-eyed guy was standing, fist pulled forward, while Bobby was knocked out on the floor. A moment of silence where everything froze before the prison alarm went off. The rebel inmate dropped to his knees with his hands on his head as a sign of surrender as a dozen guards surrounded him, pointing their guns at him. "I am Dean" He said, introducing himself to the new prisoner. Castiel, still in shock, watched him open-mouthed not realizing what was going on. Did that inmate really punch a jail officer for him? As the guards had handcuffed him to take him away, Dean knocked and nudged them aside to approach Castiel and stole him a kiss. It was fast and sweet. The officers catching and dragging him off right after. "It was so worth it!"
"Dean..."
"Welcome to prison, dog"
A small guard came close and threw Castiel his uniform before leaving in all that chaos. He fell to the ground, exhausted, and strove to catch his breath. What the hell had just happened? Putting his forehead on his palm, Castiel burst out in hysterical laughter. Fuck...
