"Rise and shine, dogs!"
Castiel awoke with a start, the noise of pots and pans hitting together mixed the officer's screams hurting his ears. Not a great way to begin the day... He sat up in his bed, half-asleep, and yawned. What a racket. Was he going to be roused like that every morning? Yeah, he was in jail, but he expected some sort of- "Morning, princess" A familiar voice said from below. Castiel turned to see his cellmate standing up with nothing on and his eyes went onto his semi-hard cock hanging freely between his thighs. All of a sudden he felt hot, his face blushing completely. He remembered the night before, his arousal when Dean had jerked off and looked the other way pretty embarrassed. The other prisoner smirked. "What? You don't like what you see?"
"C-cut it out. I've already told you, I'm not-"
"In love with me? We don't have to get married, just get laid"
Castiel pretended not to listen and huffily climbed down the ladder of the bunk to the toilet. However, the moment he walked past his cellmate, Dean grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Castiel was taken off guard as the other inmate's tongue flicked into his mouth and prodded his. He strove to push him off, but the more he tried, the more Dean clung to him. Uncomfortable in that position, he did the first thing that came into his mind: he bit his cellmate's tongue. Dean let go of him right away, actually, he pushed him away. "I-I'm sorry, but I warned you. I'm not interested in you" Castiel uttered as the green-eyed prisoner brought his fist to his lips. He knew he had crossed the line, there would have been consequences for his actions. Dean was clearly upset, scowling at him with frustration. He didn't let it bother him, though. "You can beat me, but it won't change the fact that I'll resist you with all my strength"
"Oh, don't worry. I won't hurt you but, just so you know, it's a real hell out there"
"I can look after myself"
Dean burst out laughing, making him second-guessing his own words. "You'll be crawling at my feet tonight to have my protection" Dean explained, confident, looking him straight in the eye. Castiel held his gaze, struggling to keep his composure despite his twitching eyebrow. Their staring contest was interrupted by the sound of steps and turning keys. "You'll be my bitch"
"I don't think so"
"Shower time, dogs"
The guard on duty slid their door open and moved to the next cell, ending their conversation. Dean turned and just walked to his bunk to grab a towel and wrap it around his waist. Castiel, instead, stood there for a while, doubts creeping into his mind. Was he able to fend for himself... wasn't he?
"Thought any more about my offer?"
Castiel ignored Dean's question and went ahead as he stepped into the exercise yard for the first time. He had survived the shower and now felt invincible. All he had had to do was keep his head down and the soap very tight in his hand. Nobody had annoyed him. "Nope. I'm doing really great here" Castiel replied with a bit of superiority. Dean rolled his eyes, shaking his head, and wandered away to leave him alone. The yard was pretty wide. Armed officers patrolled the corner of the area, monitoring everything inmates did. There wasn't much. Some dumbbell racks, two punch begs and a few benches here and there. Castiel approached one, near a group of prisoners, and sat down. But once he had, the other inmate scattered away from him. "Rude..."
"Well, well, well. Who dared to sit on my bench?"
"Uhm?"
Castiel tilted his head and found another bunch of prisoners around him, one of whom stormed forward and seized him by the neck. "No one told you that when I show up, everybody must leave my bench?" The brutal inmate inquired, lifting him a couple of inches off the ground. Castiel tried to speak, to apologize, but the firm hand around his throat didn't let him. Soon, he was short on air and choking. "What? Cat got your tongue?"
"Nick, that's Dean's new cellmate. It's probably best to let him off this time. You know Winchester"
"Oh, then you're his little slut?"
That man, eventually, dropped Castiel who curled up on the ground, panting and gasping. He was in shock. It took him a whole minute to pull himself together from the attempted strangulation. "I-I'm not" Castiel stuttered, red in the face and with tears rolling down his cheeks. The group of prisoners that had just turned around to go looked down on him as he rose up to one knee. "I'm nobody's slut"
"All right, so you can be mine..."
"Fuck you"
There was a moment when everything froze, the calm before the storm, then a kick knocked Castiel to the ground in a haze. He tried to stand up, he wanted to fight, but the bunch of inmates jumped him mercilessly. He just remembered being punched and kicked over and over again. The blood. The pain. Then the guards whistling and firing a warning shot. He passed out.
"Keep you out of trouble, dog"
Castiel didn't move as the guard removed his handcuffs and locked him up in his cell. It was almost time for lights out and he had spent the entire day in the prison infirmary. He had gotten away with a shiner, a split lip and some bruises all over his body but at least he was alive. Doctors had said that he had been lucky. If Dean hadn't lunged at Nick when he went down, well, he would be probably dead by now. Dean... He had saved his ass one more time. Castiel looked up and saw him sprawled on his bed, feigning indifference. He felt helpless. There was only one thing he could do if he wanted to live. "Y-You won" Castiel whispered as he limped forward in small steps. Even though on morphine, every single movement hurt him so bad. Automatically, Dean jumped out of his bunk and rushed over to support him. Castiel broke down crying. "I thought I would die"
"Sssh..."
"I-I'll be your bitch"
With shaky hands, Castiel reached down and fumbled with the other prisoner's trousers to unbutton 'em when he abruptly was stopped. "No" Dean ordered, his voice so firm but sweet. Castiel glanced up like a poor, defenseless animal only to be gently kissed on the forehead. "I only wanna lie with you right now. You need to rest"
"But-"
"I won't let anybody lay a hand on you ever again, got it?"
Castiel nodded, overwhelmed by everything. It had been a long few days. Dean slowly helped him onto the bottom bunk before lying down next to him. That was, without a doubt, the nicest thing somebody had done for him since he had been put away. In spite of all the pain on his face and body, he felt a tiny bit better. Dean's breath on his neck didn't even bother him, on the contrary. He snuggled closer to the arms wrapped around him and fell asleep.
