"Wake up, dogs!"
Castiel sat up on his bunk at those shouting, dark rings under his eyes. He hadn't slept much that night. Not at all, actually. He continued to think about the previous day and... he could feel tears about to well up again. No, he shook 'em off. Slowly he moved to the ladder and hissed at the soreness of his ass. Another reminder he wanted to forget... With a little effort, he climbed down his bed and found his cellmate still lying on his. "Morning. How is it going?" Dean asked, yawning, still half-asleep. Castiel didn't reply, unsure if he was able to not cry. Dean took the hint and got out of bed, rubbing his eyes. "What about we talk about last night, uhm?"
"I'd prefer not"
"Cas-"
Castiel backed off as the other inmate reached out to him. There was this strange light in his eyes, his voice sounding so angry. Dean was kind of bummed and withdrew his arm. "I don't want you to touch me now, please" Castiel said, bluntly. There was a moment of silence where you could only hear the guard's steps and the noise of a turning key. Castiel could tell that his cellmate was rather disappointed but he couldn't even look him in the face right now. He was processing all of that and it took time. "I need some space, Dean. I gotta clear up my mind"
"But, I..."
"Shower time!"
"Cas..."
Dean's voice kept echoing in Castiel's ears as he stood under the water. He had been in the shower room for the past fifteen minutes, nobody else was there anymore. His mind raced and raced while tepid water ran over every inch and muscle of his body. How did he end up in that situation? He... he could only blame himself. His tears mixed with the shower spray and flowed down his face. All of a sudden, a soft clink snapped him out of his thoughts. Castiel turned around to see an officer on the other side of the room with his belt undone and his hard cock out. Except... it was just an officer. What was his name again? Oh, yeah. Bobby.
Castiel felt uncomfortable and stopped dead in his track. "Please, don't mind me. Go ahead and keep showering. I'm really enjoying the show" Bobby stated, gently stroking his length. Castiel felt sick. It took him some time but eventually, he turned his head forward and tried to ignore him. It wasn't easy. He still remembered the guard's touch on him and... He had to get out of that place. Hastily he grabbed what was left of soap on the rope and scrubbed himself, washing his arms and chest with care. Low groans came from behind him and Castiel's stomach turned for what was happening. He quickly washed the last of the soap from his body and shut the water. Despite the shower, he felt much dirtier now. He turned to get his towel from the bench where he had left it but couldn't see it. Then, Bobby waved it in front of him with a smirk. "Looking for this?"
"G-give it back"
"Sure. Come and get it"
Castiel hesitated for a second but then worked up his courage. He walked up to the officer who just stood there, hanging the rag on his erect cock. The inmate didn't let that bother him, though. He stretched out his hand and took his towel to wrap it around his waist. Bobby grinned. With a slick movement, he grasped Castiel by one of his wrists and, pinning it behind his back, shoved him into the wall. "Ouch" Castiel screamed, taken by surprise. He tried to wiggle out of from the grip but that only made his towel drop onto the floor in the process. Then the guard crushed him against the wall and pressed his hard cock at the prisoner's lower back. "L-let me of go, you psycho!"
"Save for screams for when I start, honey"
"Woh, what the hell is going on here?"
Struggling, Castiel turned his head to the familiar voice and saw his cellmate's brother in his birthday suit at the entrance of the showers. The was a rapid exchange of glances between the two prisoners after which Sam lunged at the officer pushing him off of Castiel and onto the wet floor. "Damn Winchester" Bobby cursed as he got to his feet with some difficulty. He considered fighting for a minute but due to Winchester's athletic build, he opted not to risk. Sooner or later he would have gotten what he wanted but, for now, it was better to flee. "You will pay for this, remember!"
"Cas, you okay?"
"Y-yeah, it's all right. Thank you. I-I gotta go now"
Castiel just picked up his rag in a hurry and left the room as well, without looking back. That was too much. He... he couldn't take it anymore. He needed a moment, needed to take a breath where nobody would have found him. But where in a high-security prison? Well, maybe there was a place...
"Oh, look who is back!"
Castiel lifted his head from the book he was reading and saw Jack appearing from the storage room with another prisoner who walked away, zipping up his pants. Well, couldn't be better. He had sought shelter in the library to avoid his problems and had just bumped into another. "Jack, hi" Castiel uttered, trying to dismiss him with a forced smile. The blond inmate didn't seem to think so as he pulled out a chair to sit down at his table. Castiel sighed "I don't feel like small-talking now"
"Is something wrong?"
"No. Just a hard day. And night"
Jack snickered, nodding his head, and that look made his skin crawl. Although his beauty and his angelic features, Castiel had always gotten a weird vibe from him. "I see. Jail can be an awful place... You know, I hated it when you had to leave your job here so abruptly" Jack said as he reached for the other prisoner's hand. Castiel pulled it away, though, trying to make it look natural. Still, Jack stood up at the rejection. "Okay. Let me get you something. A coffee?"
"You don't have to..."
"I insist. The only benefit of working here is the key for the coffee vending machine"
Jack stepped away and Castiel huffed. Nope, he couldn't get some peace even there today. Not in the shower. Not in his cell. Not in the library. Jack soon was back with a cup of coffee which handed to his guest before taking a seat. "Thank you" Castiel replied, taking a long sip. Blah. That coffee sucked. Such a bitter aftertaste. Well, what could he expect in prison? He went back to his book, hoping Jack would have understood the message but he wouldn't. He kept staring at him with that grimace on his face. Castiel gave up and put down his book. In the end, there was something he wanted to ask Jack... "I-I heard you had a thing with my cellmate, Dean"
"You heard right. We were a thing and soon will be again..."
"What do you mean?"
The blond inmate giggled. "All I have to do is get ride of you and then it will be a breeze" Jack explained, his voice deeper and colder. Castiel flinched but not just for those words. His head... He felt dizzy and his vision was blurry too. W-what was happening to him? Entertained, Jack pointed out the coffee and Castiel realized. The cup fell from his hand and its contents spilled all over the table. H-his hands were numb. His whole body was. "A friend of mine gave me some drugs to knock you out in case you had come around. Guess that makes you a little predictable"
"J-Ja..."
"Don't strain yourself, dear. No one is gonna hear you. Bye-bye"
Castiel opened his mouth. He tried to scream for help but no sound came out. His head was heavy, he could hardly keep his eyes open. What was Jack's plan? What would become of him? His last thought was for Dean, he had always saved him in situations like these. He wondered whether- Castiel passed out, collapsing onto the table in a comatose state.
