Chapter 4 – respectable upbringing
Arriving by 'a very expensive cab' (bloody New York) John made his way up towards the tall Grey building. Flights and Car journeys were doing his creaky body no good, as he walked his heart hammered in his chest, he may be feeling old now but the moment he stood into the building it was game time. There was no way in hell he was leaving without his boy.
John walked up to the reception counter where a young lady was playing on her cell phone, he waited, cleared his throat…nothing. "Excuse me" she huffed and gave him a questioning look. "My names John Winchester, I'm here to collect my son Dean" "right – Percy this guy wants to collect his son" Percy was a big guy who nodded at John, turned around swiped his pass and opened a big metal door – John took this as his queue to follow – but why was it, he felt something wrong about this place.
As john walked past several holding cells, he saw a manner of all 'creatures' thank god Mary didn't come with him was all that John could think. All the 'convicts' were wearing the usual prison attire. 5 cells down one poor bastard didn't have any attire at all just his underwear by the looks of things. Either he wasn't given any or the 4 burly guys he was sharing a cell with decided he didn't need them anymore.
At least 3 cells contained some people passed out, presumable drunk and disorderly; and were snoring on their beds. Other cells had people that seemed quite at home and John would have been presumed that they did make this a regular visit, other cells contained kids gone wrong and were clearly in there as a scare tactic, and John would have laughed in any other situation.
There was something about the boy in cell 5 that kept his attention. He was lying in a ball on the floor with his back to John, so all john could see were the scratches and black and blue bruises covering his back, some resemble boot prints. The boy was trembling as the 4 other men made cat calls and 'we don't like your sort in here' - John presumed the poor guy was gay, couldn't they keep him on a cell of his own and away from these idiots. But he couldn't think of that right now he had to save his own boy, cell 5 boy's family can help him.
In the rows and rows of cells that John had walked past he hadn't seen his son. As he turned right to go into the offices, there were further cells to the left – John only hoped he was down there. John walked into the office to a man that looked like he was sucking on a lemon, John straight away didn't like this man, however he wound play nice and by this mans' rules if it meant he got a hold his son.
"Mr Winchester please sit down, I do not understand why you have travelled all this way"
"Thank you, Sir; I am here to discuss my son Dean Sir"
"Sir? I see where the young Dean Winchester gets his manors from too – very polite young man"
"Yes Sir, he is. Brought up in a respectable family" so it sounds like Dean was playing the game too, well done son.
"Hmmm. Respectable family upbringing, polite, teacher – it's shocking what people become isn't it?"
"Excuse me"
"Well Mr Winchester, I am sorry you wasted your time flying all this way. As I am sure you know why your son is in here, he ha.."
"Has he been convicted, if so that was very fast?"
"Besides the point Mr Winchester"
"what is the point? Mr…"
"Jackson. Dean is here as there has been an allegation set against him and as he is a teacher, we take this allegation very seriously. We cannot have a pedophile working with our children Mr Winchester. I am sure you understand"
"I understand that my son would not do this, he has said so himself!"
"well he wouldn't exactly admit such a crime to you would he Mr Winchester" with that Mr Jackson leaned back in his leather chair, and clamped his hand over his chest observing John. Eyebrow raised waiting for his response. John knew he was waiting for him to blow up, so he kept quiet. "Mr Winchester it must be hard to hear such things about your son, especially your eldest."
There's a reason they want me to get angry John thought, talk calmly and just get yourself and Dean out of here.
"Mr Jackson, I am sure there is going to be a trial set against Dean sometime in the future and I believe police officers took items from my son's house when he was arrested. Therefore evidence is still be gathered"
"And"
"I am enquiring what the next steps are? He cannot stay here until his trial can he? Especially if there is a possibility that he is innocent"
"Mr Winchest.."
"Please, Mr Jackson, hes my boy!"
"This is a very serious allegation; we cannot just release him because he is 'your boy'"
"I understand, I do. But it's not like he will be going to work, school is out at the moment for summer. I do have a proposal"
"what might that be" Jackson smirked
Come on Winchester you can do this "I wish to take Dean home with me, back to Kansas" Jackson Laughed and looked round at the prison guards who were stood in the background giggled. Keep your cool Winchester, you promised Mary you would get her baby home.
"What hoops would I have to jump through? I will a pay a bail, have rules and regulations for him, take his passport so he can't leave the country, even have member of your prison team come with us if you wish. Please, Mr Jackson – I am not a man to beg but I will if that's what it takes"
John was taken back when Jackson stood up, hands slamming into the table "You want me to let that piece of filth walk the streets where he can attack another child"
John growled under his breath, hands turned into fists, breathing heavily "he…hasn't…been…convicted"
The silence in the air was thick…until a young black prison guard stepped forward, couldn't have been in the job in more than a few months. "Mr Jackson doesn't have the authority to release your son Mr Winchester"
"Brian what are you doing"
Brian ignored this "but his superior does, Mr Jackson you could call your superior and see what he thinks on the matter" at this Jackson grabs Brian to one side and against the wall "Mr Jackson, we cannot leave him in them cells you've seen what they are already doing to him in there…what if he hasn't done anything wrong"
"Are you contradicting me boy" "No, I just don't think you need another investigation taking place for another incident" All this is whispered but John hears it all, what is this place, and why the hell couldn't Dean have been taken to a half decent facility.
"I will be back Mr Winchester, I will call my superior. I would recommend you find a motel somewhere Mr Winchester"
"I'll stay here, thanks"
With that Mr Jackson leaves.
….
John had waited 4 hours before Mr Jackson walked back through the door, looking rather annoyed. John watched as he walked towards his desk and he began writing, not feeling confident John kept quiet and there he sat for another hour. Brian walked in with a smile on his face carrying a pile of documents, when Mr Jackson looked at him and smile was removed and Brian but the documents onto Mr Jackson's desk.
"Mr Winchester, you will find 8 documents for you to sign, 4 are copies for you 4 are for us, please read fully and if you agree please sign"
"what are they?"
As Jackson separated them he detailed "this is a letter detailing Deans release, you will have to put your address as his permanent location, this is terms and conditions detailing all the rules and regulations, this is the bail letter details of amount and payment details and finally details on deans leg tag he will wear at all times whilst he stays with you."
This was unbelievable they are releasing Dean to him. A smile appeared on Johns Face and he reached for the pen which Jackson moved from his reach. "Mr Winchester before you sign, do you agree to Dean wearing a tag" "of course" John reply's reaching for the pen again, "and bail has to be paid…now" John gulped, took a breath and responded "how much is it" he was a simple mechanic but he needed his boy home, this is how he will have to return home without him and destroy is family. Jackson smirked "$35,000" "fuck" john whispered, in the corner Brian whimpered at his response. "well Mr Winchester, what will it be" they didn't have that kind of money especially not today, he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, not entirely sure what his was looking for, he flicked his credit card and behind he saw a his possible ticket out, but...
"could I make a phone call first"
"of course"
He walked out of the office and turned on his phone and was immediately greeted with a mountain of missed calls and text messages,17 missed calls were from the man he needed to call…Bobby Singer.