I think the title says it all for this chapter but there is a little twist at the end too as we move into this story further and further...trouble is brewing!

LHisawesome4ever, He probably does have a dark side, but luckily this chapter mostly releases his nauseous side instead...or, well, not luckily for Dean I guess. Cute but sorrowful. I like that explanation. I think he mostly tries to sound super blase about things but totally fails (awww!)

Cheryl24, Oh wow, interesting theory about them both being cops, but sadly my brain never thought that intensely so in this one Dean is actually simply Dean who made a few mistakes and landed in prison. But you may or may not be right about Bray…

KyanaM, But Dean was happy hurt in the last chapter, I mean, he had his boy and some (horrible) booze so that was a good thing right? But yeah, he might be feeling it in this one! Aww, so glad you like their slow burn bromance, their friendship is simply the cutest thing in real/TV life.

Mandy, Agreed, 2014-2015 was peak Roman and Dean time where it felt like it was the two of them against the world. That is totally what inspired this story so I'm totally glad it took you back to that! Plus thank you a second time for your wishes for my mum *hugs*

SkittlezLvr79, Buzzards huh? Now what would give you that idea *wink*. I think the thought of Dean trying to throw a party anywhere is an interesting one, so in prison was simply too good to pass up and yep, nice to give them a moment before things turn…

Stingerette1975, Dean is kind of feeling a little rough in this one (see the chapter title for a hint on that) but I may or may not throw a little something added his way too besides the spells of nausea because I'm totally mean. All will be clear by the end but not in a good way!

Skovko, Dean likes to pretend that he doesn't need anyone and he doesn't care about his past but I totally agree he is super lonely and needs to latch onto someone, yay for the big dog! Thanks for your happy dance for my mum by the way, we're totally relieved and dancing too!

Hayley1001, Aww, I thought it was you (in a totally non weird way you just get used to how people respond I guess). Thank you for the compliments, sometimes I panic so much about my stories when I'm writing them so it's always lovely to hear they're being enjoyed!

Ohana1337, *Flaps hand in embarrassment* oh stop, but no seriously, thank you so much for the compliment, writing can sometimes be super frustrating for me but I love it regardless! Still, it's always so lovely to hear how much people like my work, makes the hard work totally worth it!

Cherry619, Well the good news is that all (well, in one respect) will become clear at the end of this chapter but with regards to Bray Wyatt I loved both times when he feuded with Dean in both the shield and on the singles side of things, they always had this weird chemistry.

Daisysakura, Well, there will be more fluff and worried Roman as we move into things, but you're totally right that Dean has no one outside that will miss him. Makes him even more of a sad little island (poor baby) but Roman is there now and will be in fully brother mode shortly!

Minnie1015, I think it's safe to say that the two of them have warmed up to each other pretty nicely at this point, which means (and I know you will be happy about this) that any minute now I can move onto the drama, all I need to do is set it up first…

Hungover Dean coming your way...


Hungover In Prison

Dean wakes up with the kind of hangover that had once been a feature of his outside prison life and the realization that not having had one for some nearly thirteen months has been a rare bonus of being inside.

The worst thing about it is that he has to suffer through it because he needs the prison dollars so therefore has to get to work and the unenviable task of doling out oatmeal that he knows he will have to fight the urge to hurl his guts up into.

Back when he had been free and living a normal life, he would have probably wiled a hangover away in his bed, beside whichever woman he had picked up the night earlier and who would usually still be there, snoring heavily in some drug infused slumber and making him question what in the hell had gone on.

Being hungover in prison is no picnic –

But at least it saves him the accompanying walk of shame.

Roman is still drawing deep heavy breaths in when the prison doors unlock and open up for the day, totally lost to world like always because man can the big guy sleep like the dead. Callihan had been a light sleeper in comparison and had usually been plagued by nightmares as well, meaning that often Dean had woken to screaming or his smaller friend rolling right out of the bed, covered in sweat and tangled up in the covers like a tiny little child.

He hopes Sami is okay.

Flexing out his limbs he lets loose a little grumble and tries to ignore the fierce pounding in his head, taking a piss and splashing water at his features in the half assed way he usually does and then feeling hugely proud that he doesn't hurl too loudly when the nausea sweeps over him a minute after that. Roman doesn't even stir for a second and nor does he move when his cellmate stumbles out, blinking unhappily into the brightness of the overheads as he traipses the empty mezzanine and then down the vacant stairs.

If he is honest then the best thing about being on breakfast is the fact that he gets the place mostly to himself and only has to contend with the other twelve inmates who have been given the same first light kitchen shift as him. Luckily there aren't any crazies among them and nor is their crew an especially talkative one, which means that he can simply slip in looking pretty ghostly and not draw any questions as he starts doing his thing.

It isn't the most taxing job in his long history of weird and wonderful ways to earn dough –

Including the time he had spent six months as a stripper during the period of his life when he was usually high on drugs and had for some reason decided to dye his hair pink and then wear it in long in a fucking ponytail as well before looking at himself in a rare sober moment and quickly kicking the drugs and the long locks into touch.

He likes to call that his learning phase mostly –

Learning not to be a total dickwad that was.

Fortunately he manages to make it through the prep work without throwing up onto any of the food, including the potatoes he is forced into peeling because the weekend means hash browns and heavily fried stuffs, including bright eggs which honestly make his guts churn and so he silently installs himself beside the oatmeal spoon.

Nice plain oatmeal –

He can cope with its pallor and probably doesn't look too dissimilar himself in tone, which is why he stays there until the main doors open and the first inmates wander in looking for their grub, clutching the ladle in clammy hungover fingers like his actual life might depends on the hold. He is no damn mood for being conversational. Not that he ever particularly is but especially not with agony drilling hard behind his eyeballs and his stomach lodged high at a point in his throat. He just wants to make it through the next two hours then stumble back to curl up into his bed.

Easy right?

Like the world is that simple –

Because when he looks up not five minutes later it is to two large figures looming over the sneeze guard and giving him dual and expressionless looking death glares which instantly make his temper flare.

"What?"

His entire face crumples as he fires the word out and he spits it with all of the distaste that he has and in response to the missive, the bearded apes both snort back at him and fix their intensity a little bit more.

Luke fucking Harper and Erick fucking Rowan –

Proverbial flies in his proverbial soup and probably the two people in the whole of the prison with whom he would gladly choose to take on in a fight if it meant wiping off the two smug ass expressions that they always turned so willingly at him and the knowing little eyes that seem to readily sweep him over like they know a ton of things that the copper blonde never will.

Unlikely.

Dean's fist closes in around the ladle,

"You want somethin' here? Or are you two swamp men just lookin' at a person with regular human hair growth an' tryin' to work out what it must be like not to have to comb out your face?"

Harper grins in a type of amusement but it certainly isn't the standard human kind and instead looks a lot like a recently landed alien trying to master the base emotions of earthling life in a hopeless attempt to blend into the population that he is steadily but surely completely fucking up.

The whites of his eyes flash bright against his skin tone and it makes the other man snarl,

"Fuck off man – both you overgrown bayou monsters, m' not playin' here."

Dean is as close to using fists as he has ever been and it takes all his composure not to throw himself at the sneeze guards and possibly batter the asshole duo with his ladle or try to drown them in the hot oatmeal vat. Luckily however the breakfast line is building with more exponentially bigger and far more hazardous men who begin to shift and shout about the hold up and force the hair bear bunch into reluctantly moving on, which still doesn't stop the pair continuing to fucking stare at him but does at least move them out of his face.

Dean blows a breath out.

Fucking prison.

He can't wait to finish his sentence and then take himself away, to his long dreamed of log cabin in the woods someplace where no one bothers him and he can be on his own with the exception of maybe a totally kickass hound dog.

Kujo –

No, maybe Yeller.

That would totally be its name.

Roman shuffles slowly into his line of vision perhaps three minutes later with his deep brows tugged in, meaning that he has seen the swamp brothers confrontation and more than that, is pretty unimpressed,

"Uce, you okay?"

"Yeah, nothin' I can't handle."

"You sure about that?"

"C' mon – I mean – look at me man."

Dean makes a show of flexing his muscles but he's also grinning inanely as well, because it is honestly so good having someone asking after him and who he knows without a shred of a doubt truly cares. Having a new cellmate is always a tense thing and in his year long stint he has already had three, but in the bigger man he finally has an actual buddy who is chilled out and protective and totally gets him.

Roman snorts wryly,

"How are you feeling?"

He clearly means after their session last night and in response the younger man shakes his head hastily and then lets out a groan as he slams shut his eyes,

"Ugh – ,"

"That good, huh?"

"Don't let me drink that shit again."

"Does that mean you want me to pour the rest away? Because – I don't know uce – I'm kinda thinking we should hold onto some in case they need to make an antidote at some stage."

Brown eyes flicker across the sneeze guard in merriment which then promptly doubles as the copper blonde curls up a lip and then throws his own blue orbs to the ceiling which fixate on the halogens and really fucking hurt,

"Haha – ow."

Roman chuckles softly then holds the tray out to him in a silent request for a helping of gruel, which Dean knows the bigger man hated on his first taste but has seemingly grudgingly warmed to since then. Not that it will stop him from snagging up some bacon and possibly a hash brown or egg on top but then Roman does have a big day ahead of him considering he is going to be starting his job and more than that it's exactly what he wanted.

Evidently at least one of them has a rare bit of luck.

Dean daubs down a tacky splotch of oatmeal and then looks up with a chirpy type of a grin, because he isn't a resentful sort of a person, besides which he only wants good things for his big friend. Including having a relatively easy time of it since prison isn't exactly a fucking cake walk and particularly since the other man shouldn't be there for something as basic as defending himself.

"Hey, good luck man, I'll see you later?"

Roman nods back at him,

"Sure thing uce."

However that is pretty much all they can manage before the press of hungry inmates and risk of brawling ramps up and so they simply exchange a sort of manly nod of parting and then head off their own solitary separate ways, with the bigger man going to try and tame his tacky oatmeal and Dean going off to throw up into the trash and basically ignore the potential hygiene hazard because honestly he feels too rough to give a shit.

"Never again."

By the time his breakfast shift ends he somehow feels worse than he had done before, to the point where perhaps the antidote thing is actually viable and it makes him debate whether or not he's been poisoned right the way back towards the safety of their cell. Shuffling through the door he heads straight for the mattress and face plants down onto it which is a terrible idea, because the motion shakes his tantrum throwing stomach and makes him groan,

"Fuck, c' mon, not again, m' sorry I swear no more 'a that shit ever – ,"

But unfortunately for him straight up begging doesn't work and is the reason he is still hunched over the toilet when he hears the shuffling of feet outside the door and then sees the light in the room flicker slightly as someone big slowly steps into the room.

"Roman?"

It seems like a reasonable assumption since neither of them exactly have hordes of close friends, or at least not to the point where people pay the visits because the bigger man is still a newbie while Dean is not that sort of guy.

Dark tones chuckle back at him,

"'Fraid not boy but be honest now – didn't you miss me?"

Dean feels his body freeze up at once and he fumbles to wipe away the spit from his heaving because it has to be a trick of the mind, or else totally some sort of weird ass side effect from having drunk potentially life-threatening homemade booze and therefore it cannot be real for a second but he has to check and –

Fuck, there he is.

His crazy ass beard seems wilder and longer than when he had unhappily laid eyes on him last, but is totally still set beneath the piercing little eyeballs and that eerie damn smile that makes his heart freeze right up and sends a bolt of panic through his system and sends a red warning bell tolling loudly in his head and he blinks in total and utter astonishment with one thought on repeat.

Bray Wyatt is back.


Hell to the yeah!

Next chapter Roman meets two brand new characters (but not new to us...any calls on who I have possibly camoed this time are welcome) plus he takes the next step in his mission.

Lots a' happenin' then!