"You're here for the job, aren't you?"

Castiel span around, amidst large stacks of dusty books, to the voice that had just spoken. There, a man with a pile of boxes covering his face placed them onto the desk in front of him and an angelic-looking guy revealed himself. He zoned out for a second, enchanted by those blue eyes. "Yeah, I-I'm here for the job" Castiel said, eventually, stretching his hand out. The other prisoner hesitated for a moment, checking him out, before shaking his hand. "I'm Castiel, nice to meet you"

"Jack. I work here too"

"Good, a friendly face then. I hope you can help me adjust"

Jack answered with a kind smile and beckoned him to step over behind the table. The library wasn't that big, a few shelves of books and a little less, but Castiel was more surprised that such a place existed. He would have never believed that there could be a library in jail. Even Dean, detained who knows how long before him, had no idea about it. What a stroke of luck, they had a vacant position. He loved reading and books in general plus Dean thought that was a great place to stay out of trouble. "The days are pretty peaceful. Prisoners aren't much into the culture, many only come to read the newspaper and that's the end of it. In a month, two or three borrow a book, tops" Jack explained as Castiel reached him behind the desk. It was so messy. Sheets and notes all over the place. On the spur of the moment, he began to organize the table as Jack watched him, amused. "You are Dean Winchester's new cellmate, aren't you? I heard you have gotten into a fight a couple of days ago..."

"Let's say that I've been better. I'm still getting used to all this situation"

"Sure, it must not have been easy for you. Just know that you found a new friend"

Jack touched him on the shoulder and it stopped Castiel dead in his tracks. He was a bit uneasy but couldn't understand why. The other prisoner was only making nice but he had a bad feeling and... no. He shook his thoughts away, convincing himself that it was his own imagination, and forced his lips into a smile before going back to cataloging things.


"Look, the bookworm had come out of his cave!"

Castiel rolled his eyes as he was locked in his cell with Dean. The latter didn't even give him time to say hi that was throwing himself onto him to seal their lips together. It was still weird for Castiel to kiss another guy. The way Dean controlled the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip. Gradually he melted into it and reciprocated, their tongues pressing and rolling in some sort of slick dance when a hand slipped into his trousers and made him jump back. "Dean..." Castiel scolded, his breathing labored, as his cellmate put out a grin. Incredible. They had jerked off together that morning but still, he didn't seem to have had enough. "We've already talked about it. Don't push me"

"But I want you"

"Well, get over it!"

A tense silence fell in the room. Castiel kicked off his shoes and, walking up to the ladder, climbed onto his bunk, huffy. After a muffled cry to let off steam, Dean joined him on the upper bed. That man... Damn, he really knew how to drive him crazy. Castiel just lay there, rubbing his finger over the peeling wall and... he couldn't stay mad any longer. "I-I'm sorry" Dean said, swallowing all his pride. He had hardly ever apologized in his life. Castiel looked at him with the corner of his eye and shoved up to make some room for Dean that settled down next to him. "How was your first day? Busy? Has anyone set foot in that place beside you at least?"

"A couple of prisoners and some guards but Jack dealt with them since he knew what they read so-"

"Jack?"

Dean's face turned immediately into a frown, something the other inmate noticed and got him to thinking. Could it be that...? No way, Dean was jealous about Jack!? It was so totally him. Castiel smiled smugly. A small part of him was amused by that kind of attention, it made him feel desirable and important. So he decided to mess around with that story. "Yeah, Jack is the other prisoner who works at the library. You should see him, blue eyes and an angelic face... What? You're not jealous, right?" Castiel asked, watching his cellmate get heated. He struggled not to burst out laughing, having the best time right now, and overstated the situation. "I'm pretty sure he has even flirted with me, you know? A caught some winks, and at one point he brushed my-"

"I want you to stay away from that guy"

"Dean, I think you're overreacting, we-"

Castiel couldn't finish his sentence that Dean had pulled him over, just a few inches from his face, and was staring at him. He gulped down. Yeah, he was aware of the other prisoner's possessiveness but this was a whole new level. It almost frightened him. "You won't come back to that place, ever. Understood?" Dean ordered, his voice so low and yet so confident. Castiel only nodded his head, intimidated. By now, he had learned that you couldn't reason with him in that state. Perhaps once he had calmed down. Unfortunately, it wouldn't have been very soon as Dean flipped him over, face down to the mattress, and straddled him. "Guess you need a little reminder on who you belong to"

"W-what do you mean?"

"I'm just taking what's mine"

With those words, Dean grabbed a hold of his pants and tore them open along with his underwear. Castiel shuddered at the ripping sound as his bare butt was exposed. His cellmate seemed a bit out of his mind, maybe drunk on jealousy, hands fondling and spreading his ass cheeks to reveal his puckered hole. "Dean, wh-" Castiel inquired, interrupting himself as a glob of saliva landed onto his opening. No. Was he really going to...? His heart started to race. The noises of fumbling rang in his ears and made him even more nervous as he realized what that was. He tried to move but the other prisoner's weight held him still. Soon, Dean's cock sprang free, perking up and demanding attention. He gave his 8 inches tool some quick strokes, smearing the gluey precum oozing out from the tip all over the shaft. Then, he playfully slapped it onto the fat butt and propped the purple head against the small opening. Castiel closed his eyes shut. "D-don't, please"

"I'm not fucking you. I could, but I'm not. Now shut up"

"O-okay..."

Castiel slowly reopened his eyes, tranquilized. Nothing would have happened. They were probably going to frot or something like that and it was fine. He breathed a deep sigh of relief only to stiffen again as Dean's cock nuzzled at the cleft of his ass. He felt it slide up and down between his round buttocks, eventually grazing at the rim of his hole but never in. There he got what the other inmate was up to, just rutting against him. Phew. Dean built up a steady rhythm, enjoying the sound of his balls hitting the back of Castiel's thighs. It was nearly as good as fucking him... A soft growl escaped his throat as he pressed the firm cheeks together to squeeze his shaft and create perfect friction. "Come here" Dean gritted out, pulling him to his chest and breathing heavily on his neck. Castiel couldn't understand why that situation aroused him so much. His own prick straining at what was left of his trousers as his cellmate's rubbed along his crack and over his hole. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he grossed out? Every scrap of guilt stepped aside once Dean stuck one hand under his shirt and pinched his nipple between his fingers. "You like it?"

"Y-yes"

"Then show me"

Castiel wavered but Dean's torture on his nipple didn't stop. The way he pulled and rolled the hard bud, digging his fingernail in it... Shit, how could it be so good? Off the cuff, his hips began to rock back against the other prisoner with muffled moans coming from his lips whenever the big head caught on the tight ring of muscle of his. Dean smirked as he paced up his thrusts to match Castiel's and kept teasing his nipple. Fuck Jack! He kissed his cellmate's neck greedily, both their erratic breathings indicating it wouldn't have been long. "I-I'm close... Aaah" Castiel warned, almost at the edge. He hadn't even touched himself when pressure grew and he had the most powerful orgasm of his life. Grunting, he spilled eight ropes of warm, sticky spunk all over his underwear with a wet spot spreading across the front. His whole body spasmed and his ass clenched, clutching around Dean's cock and making him buck up another couple of times before erupting. Nine ribbons of white, thick cum gushed and coated Castiel's ass. Their panting filled the room as they both came down and Dean crushed down on the other prisoner's back. "Y-you're heavy"

"I don't care. You're mine, understood?"

"Y-yes, sir"