Saturday, April 9, 2011

Here Without You (7/10)

Title: Here Without You
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Jo Sam/Madison
Spoilers: All of Seasons 1-2. This goes AU after ‘Born Under a Bad Sign’
Disclaimer: I own nothing; Kripke is the keeper of all…although if I were him I would have taken better care of Jo and Ellen. *Sigh*
Category: Romance, Supernatural, Humor,
Summary: Sequel to Everything I Need It’s been two weeks since the boys got back from California and when their called away on another job…the unknown dangers their leaving behind could cost them more than they are willing to lose. Jo’s well into her second trimester, Madison’s dealing with the revelation that she’ll always be a Werewolf, and Bobby and Ellen are trying to find Ash as Sam and Dean head into the big house.

Chapter 7
Green River County Detention Center

Sam was beyond pissed at Dean. This was their second day in jail and he had no clue what was going on with their plan to get out. He hadn’t been able to talk to Deacon and he hadn’t seen Dean since he was sent to solitary yesterday afternoon. He sighed as continued mopping the bathroom floor. He glanced at the guy across from him and cleared his throat.

“How you doing?”

“I’m 54 years old, mopping the floor of a crapper with bars on the windows. How do you think I’m doing?”

Sam nodded. Obviously that was the wrong thing to say.

“All right. Bad icebreaker. I’m Sam.”


“Nice to meet…Randall?”

Why did that name sound familiar to Sam? That’s when it hit him. Sam stopped what he was doing and looked at Randall.

“Hey, weren’t you there the night that guard died?”


Sam waited for Randall to say something else, but when he didn’t Sam prodded a little more.

“Well, what happened?”

Randall shrugged.

“They say the stress of the job got him.”

“Yeah? What do you say?”

Randall stopped what he was doing briefly to give Sam a weird look before going back to mopping the floor.

“Why are you inside, kid?”

Sam sighed and started mopping again as he grumbled.

“Because I’ve got an idiot for a brother.”
Randall chuckled lightly.

“That’ll do it.”

Sam snorted.


“Aw, this place ain’t so bad. Compared to the old cell block, this is damn Hilton.”

Sam froze. Maybe it was his lucky day after all. If they could get this hunt solved by today, then they could get the hell out of there that much sooner.

“You spent time in the old block?”

“Oh, yeah, I was a regular customer.”

“Didn’t they have Mark Moody over there for a while?”

Randall’s body tensed slightly, but he nodded.

“He was there. You know, I was there, too, the night that lunatic bought it.”

“Yeah? Heart attack, right?”

“Sure, his heart stopped right after the guard stopped using his head for batting practice. Next morning, I was in his cell, mopping up the blood. What a mess.”

Sam’s eyes widened. If his blood was in the cell then that must be what’s keeping him here, thought Sam. He stopped moping again and turned his whole body to face Randall.

“Wait, so he was beaten and nobody reported it?”

“Hey, you kept your mouth shut unless you wanted to die from the same heart attack, you know?”

“Randall…exactly how much blood was there?”


Dean grinned as he glanced at his hand. The bulky guy in front of him was going down. This was gonna be the fourth game of poker he won in a row. He knew Jo beating him a poker a week or so back was just a fluke. His poker prowess was unparalleled.


The inmate grinned and showed Dean his cards.

“Three aces.”

Dean’s face fell and the inmate went to grab the dozen or so cigarettes between them when Dean smirked

“That’s a bad beat. That is a bad beat. But, see, I’m full.”

He turned his cards around and the guys face went red.

“Threes over aces.”

Dean laughed as the guy stood and pounded the table hard. He shrugged.

“Hey, I’m sorry. It’s a cruel game, my friend. Sorry, guys.”

People were moving away from him as he looked up and found Sam watching him, hands in pocket, with a reproachful look on his face. Dean grinned as Sam sat down noticing the cigarettes.

“It’s like picking low-hanging fruit.”

“You don’t even smoke.”

“Are you kidding me? This is the currency of the realm.”

Sam shook his head and tried to get Dean’s mind back on the hunt.

“Look, I got a good lead on Moody.”

“Yeah. Me, too. His spirit paid a little visit last night.”

Sam’s eyes widened.


Dean nodded.

“Clock stopped, flickering lights, cold spot. I mean he did everything but yell, “Boo!”

“Well, what happened?”

“He walked right by me. Lucas wasn’t so lucky. I mean, the way he was screaming…the guy was a jerk, but he didn’t deserve to go like that. What’d you find out on Moody?”

Sam sighed.

“Yeah, so, I think I know where we might find his remains: blood in his old cell.”

Dean gave Sam a look of confusion.

“Blood? I thought it was a heart attack.”

“It was, after the guards worked him over. I mean, apparently, there was so much blood in there, they had trouble mopping it up.”

“How’re we gonna get in?”

Sam smiled.

“I’ve got a plan.”

Dean patted Sam on the back.

“That’s the Sammy I know. Come on, man, you’re like Clint Eastwood from Escape from Alcatraz.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s ability to reference every life situation to a movie.

“The problem is, even if we do find something, how are we gonna burn it? We don’t have any accelerant.”

Dean stood up and glanced around the yard.

“It’s a good thing I’m like James Garner from The Great Escape.”

He motioned for Sam to watch as he called out to the other inmates and held up the cigarettes.

“Hey, fellas! Who’s ready to deal?”

Sam sighed. His brother was way too comfortable in jail for him liking. After a few rounds of poker, they had everything they needed to get the show on the road. On the way to the cafeteria Sam told Dean his plan. While they stood in line to get there food Dean eyed his brother before speaking.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Pretty sure.”

Dean glared at Sam.

“Yeah, well, considering our circumstances, I’d like a little better than pretty sure.”

Oh so now his brother was worried. Serves him right for being such an ass earlier when he asked about how they were gonna get out of here.

“Okay, really pretty sure.”

Sam got him food, gave Dean a sarcastic smile, and walked away to find a table. Dean glanced at the lunch lady, and looked at the spaghetti in the large bowl.

“I’d like mine al dente.”

She looks at him while no emotion before plopping a gross-looking serving of spaghetti on his tray. He grinned.


Dean took a deep breath, walked over to Tiny’s table, and sat across from him. He glanced at the other guy’s plate before speaking.

“Save room for dessert, Tiny. Hey, I wanted to ask you, ‘cause I couldn’t help but notice that you are two tons of fun: just curious, is that a thyroid problem, or is that some deep-seated self-esteem issue? ‘Cause, you know, they’re just donuts. They’re not love.”

Tiny glared at Dean, and he braced himself for what he knew was coming. He leaned over and punched Dean dead in the jaw. They stood and started trading punches in the middle of the cafeteria, drawing attention to themselves.

The security guards made their way over and to say Dean was grateful would be an understatement. At least that was until Tiny beat the security guard up too. Dean groaned. Another guard and Deacon rushed over and as soon as Sam saw everyone’s attention was on Dean and Tiny, he slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a salt shaker.

The guards finally managed to pull Tiny off of Dean who was looking pretty worse for the ware. Deacon glared at the two inmates, playing his part perfectly.

“We’d waited any longer, you’d be dead.”

Dean glared at him and it wasn’t entirely forced.

“Well, you waited long enough.”

Deacon took his nightstick and slammed it into Dean’s stomach making sure he didn’t do it too hard, but hard enough that it was real and knocked the wind out of him.

“Do yourself a favor: don’t talk.”

Deacon turned to the guard standing there watching him and he motioned to Dean and Tiny.

“Take them both up to the infirmary.”

Dean glanced around as they were leading him out and didn’t see Sam. He better have gotten out and if this didn’t work Dean was gonna kill his brother for making him a human punching bag for no reason.

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