Summary: Charles meets Dylan and Alex. He ends up telling them stories about his time in prison and a little bit of family history springs up from Dylan.

"I just noticed that Christmas traditions are like the behavior that I have when I'm drunk." Charles said to Dylan and Alex. The two boys were sitting on a couch as Charles sat on a chair.

"Not really Dad." Dean explained, "You told me stories about your childhood." Charles shushed him. Dean looked at Blake and rolled his eyes. The two of them where standing in the kitchen, where there was a window-like opening in the wall. Dean wouldn't admit it out loud, but he cherished those moments that he shared with his drunken dad.

"I may be old, but I remember hearing my son saying something about you two boys being bi." Charles said and looked at the two boys' reactions. Alex winced as Dylan glared at his friend. Dean ended up face-palming at his dad telling them that. "Let's clear the air. I'm racist, not homophobic. I don't care who people date because it doesn't concern me."

"Okay." Alex replied, confused.

"Some of my gang members were 'gay' in prison because they had to settle with what they had," Charles explained. Blake and Dean looked at each other confused. "After we got out, they went back to being 'straight.'" Charles was using air-quotes.

"Good to know," Dylan replied.

"Most of them would deny it because you know reasons." Charles explained, "Do you two get bullied?"

"Yes," Alex said. "Even Blake gets bullied too. Although it's because he's suicidal."

Charles stared at the two boys. "That makes complete sense. Bully a kid that's known for attempting suicide. It's not like it'll make them want to die even more."

Dylan and Alex looked uncomfortable.

"Uh, Charles…" Alex trailed off.

"Call me Uncle Charles," He said.

"Uncle Charles, can we change topics?" Alex asked, looking uncomfortable.

"Sure thing," Charles said. "Have either of you been to be prison?"

"No." The two boys said at the same time.

"Juvie then?" Charles asked.

"No." The two said again.

"Arrested?" Charles replied.

"No." The two boys repeated.

"Don't get arrested. It'll change you," Charles said.

"I wasn't…planning on it," Dylan replied.

Alex looked at Dylan and Charles. "I'm going to assume that it will change you."

Charles nodded, "Have any of your parents, grandparents, or great-grandparents been a part of the KKK?"

"No." Alex said, although he wasn't sure now. He didn't know his family's history, maybe they could've been part of the KKK, or maybe they helped Harriet Tubman for all he knew.

"My ancestors were involved in the birth control movement." Dylan said and everyone stared at him confused. "My family is big with 'knowing you're roots' and 'know where you came from' type of family."

"Nice to know," Alex said.

"Supposedly one of my ancestors fired the first shot that kick started the American Revolution, but we're not sure because that may be a lie or the fact was twisted around." Dylan said, "Moving on, Uncle Charles, before I end up bringing up my ancestor's past crimes."

"Jesus Christ, Dylan. What did your ancestors do?" Dean asked, wondering what Dylan's ancestors could've done. Blake wasn't sure what to think about that.

Dylan winced, "Really horrible stuff. Let's move on, please."

Charles nodded, "Okay. Well, anyway, I grew up with members that were in the KKK."

"Even the women?" Alex asked, shocked.

"Yes," Charles nodded. "Let's change topics to prison again." Dylan and Alex looked at each other. Charles had this lost in memories look on his face. "I told you that some of my gang members where 'gay' in prison. No offense to you two. It's not liked in prison, much like people who harmed a kid or teenager. We beat those people up so badly, that they have to be placed in protective custody."

Dean fondly remembered his dad having that look on his face when he talked about the 'good ole days' when he was drunk.

"Good to know," Alex said.

"Remember your friend Amy?" Charles asked.

"Yes," Dean deadpanned. How can he forget? She was one of his friends.

"Her rapist got beaten up in prison," Charles said. The others stared at him. "Also, that one bitch, Mrs. Harrison, remember her?"

Dean cringed, "I try not to."

"Yeah, Robin told me all about her," Charles replied.

"I assumed that she did," Dean replied.

"So, I guess she told some of my member's wives that happened to be in the women's prison where that bitch was at," Charles replied. "They told others and those women didn't like that."

Blake shrugged, "People in prison love kids. That's why people hurt people that hurt kids. That's also why people that hurt kids are put in protective custody."

"Sometimes the police hits people that hurt kids too. I've seen it happen before," Charles said.

Blake wasn't surprised, "Really?"

"Yes, when they think that people aren't looking," Charles said.

Alex blinked, "Good to know."

Charles grinned, "I know." He stopped smiling. "I remembered what we were talking about. I remember of my gang members got slashed in the face because he was 'with' another guy in prison."

"What's the point of this?" Alex asked.

Dylan elbowed him. "Quiet Alex, Uncle Charles is telling us stories." He was sitting cross-legged and was looking interested in the stories.

Charles grinned and then frowned. "It was all bad. He now has a scar on his face. He claims that he got cut in a bar fight."

Dean was offended. "He told me that he got that in a fight with a bear."

Charles nodded. "He tells different stories, but that's how he really got that scar."

Blake stared, "He told me that he got that in a three on one fight and he won." Now that made complete sense.

"Like I said dear nephew, he tells different stories." Charles replied and Blake shrugged.

Dean looked at his dad. "Why does he tell different stories?"

Charles looked at his son, nephew, and the other two kids. "Well, most people hate it in prison. They don't talk about their 'escapades' when they were in prison, mostly due to the hatred of it. I don't understand why, to be honest. I know it's against religion, but I know a bunch of religious people that don't give a fuck about it."

"I know. It's not like it's contagious. It's not like if you sneeze, you can catch it," Blake said. "It's not like you can catch my depression."

Dean patted Blake on the shoulder and placed his hand on Blake's head. "Shh. Try not to think about it."

"Prison is where sagging was invented," Charles replied. "That was also due to the weight loss and pants sagging down. Sagging was meant that you wanted ass-sex. No offense. That's where prison rape was invented too."

"So when guys sags their pants on purpose…" Dylan trailed off.

"It makes them think they're 'gangsta' and 'bad-ass.' When in truth, it makes them look ignorant," Charles said. "Never believe those idiots who 'smoke' and 'drink.'"

A/N: I'm leaving this as complete and there might be some updates whenever I get ideas.

I also don't know how prison works, because it might be different for different states. But I do know that in-mates love kids and beat up people that hurt kids. The people that hurt kids end up in protective custody too.

My mom told me that there might be some police officers that hurt the convicts that hurts kids.