It was quiet in prison, wing C. Most inmates were asleep. Some of them were awake, lying in their uncomfortable beds.
The door to wing C opened and a correctional officer entered. He was there for the nightly checkup. They wouldn’t want any convicts get funny ideas.
“Wake up, bitches!” he barked.
Slowly, plus to piss off the co than anything else, the inmates stepped out of their beds and walked to the front side of their cell.
The co walked par each and every cell, giving each inmate a disgusted look.
He stopped at Dean’s cell.
“Get your cul, ass out of bed, Winchester” he snapped. Dean lay still. “Come on, beauty sleep’s over. Get up now” Still no movement. The co brought his walkie-talkie to his mouth. “Open cell 15”
The cell opened and the co walked inside. Using his baton he removed the sheets and pressed hard on Dean’s shoulder.
When Dean still gave no sign of life, the co leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and put a finger on his neck.
“Damn it” he cursed. He turned back to the walkie-talkie. “I’ve got a dead one in cell 15”
The door to wing C opened and a correctional officer entered. He was there for the nightly checkup. They wouldn’t want any convicts get funny ideas.
“Wake up, bitches!” he barked.
Slowly, plus to piss off the co than anything else, the inmates stepped out of their beds and walked to the front side of their cell.
The co walked par each and every cell, giving each inmate a disgusted look.
He stopped at Dean’s cell.
“Get your cul, ass out of bed, Winchester” he snapped. Dean lay still. “Come on, beauty sleep’s over. Get up now” Still no movement. The co brought his walkie-talkie to his mouth. “Open cell 15”
The cell opened and the co walked inside. Using his baton he removed the sheets and pressed hard on Dean’s shoulder.
When Dean still gave no sign of life, the co leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and put a finger on his neck.
“Damn it” he cursed. He turned back to the walkie-talkie. “I’ve got a dead one in cell 15”
The door of Meg’s motel room opened and Meg stared at the door way. She was still stuck under the Key of Solomon.
“Anna told me toi were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could toi get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a sûr, sans danger distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless toi do something. Personally, I don’t care if toi killed that man ou not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If toi do the right thing, then I guarantee toi Dean and I will never try to kill toi again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do toi want me to do?” she asked.
“Anna told me toi were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could toi get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a sûr, sans danger distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless toi do something. Personally, I don’t care if toi killed that man ou not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If toi do the right thing, then I guarantee toi Dean and I will never try to kill toi again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do toi want me to do?” she asked.