INMATES (Destiel Prison AU)

Chapter One

PART ONE

(April, 2014)

"Castiel Novak, I hereby sentence you to fifteen years in prison".

Those were the words that changed my life. Sure, it's a horrible feeling to get caught doing something wrong and facing the consequences. But do you know what's an even worse feeling? Being falsely accused of something you didn't do and facing the consequences.

They think I killed a man. My one and only brother, Balthazar, convinced me to join him in stealing a cashiers money just after midnight. Simply borrowing, he called it. We were poor and all he wanted to do was keep us alive and healthy. It was only $50, nothing large enough to keep us going for too long.

During the process of "simply borrowing" the money, the store clerk returned and caught us in the act and immediately called the police. In a sudden panic, Balthazar brought out a steel knife from his pocket that I never even knew he had before lunging it deep into the man's throat. Balthazar turned to me and urged me to follow him back home but I couldn't move. I knelt down beside the dying man and consoled him, staring up at my brother with disgust and horror.

When Balthazar heard the police sirens, he looked at me one last time with light tears in his eyes before running away and abandoning me. Aggressively, I was handcuffed and shoved into a police car and suddenly my whole life had been taken away from me.

I'm thirty two years old and I was sentenced to fifteen years in prison. That would mean I would be forty seven by the time I walked out.

I was thinking everything over, still in shock, as I stared out of the dusty window in the old van that transported new men to this nightmare of a place called Wayward Prison. It was that kind of place that you drove by and stared at for a second too long, thankful that you had nothing to do with it.

Metal gates heaved open, creating a haunting squeal which sounded like forks being scratched against brand new china. Even from all these yards away, I could here the faint sound of cheering coming from the inmates and clanking against the barbed walls. It felt like a parade, being in this battered van. Everybody watched us, some laughing pitifully and some shouting insults at us.

When the van door was pulled open by an uptight officer, everyone was forced out to walk through the gates. I wearily avoided eye contact from some horny old men who were wolf-whistling at me suggestively. My eyes were practically glued to my feet as I shuffled in my chains along the path.

Once we were inside the prison, everything was thrown at me before I could even blink. I was shoved into another room, joining a short line of men waiting to go through. Eventually, an officer grabbed me by the arm and lead me into a private room before pushing me down onto a chair. He glared at me from over his clipboard before he threw a load of quick-fire questions at me, mostly medically related.

When he had finished, I hid a sigh of relief and stood up but he pushed me back down into the chair. I stared up at him with confusion.

"Now's for the unpleasant part", the officer prepared me, "It's precaution to check if you are hiding anything".

"What do you-" I stopped myself when I realised what he meant, my eyes growing wide.

The next five minutes or so were the most uncomfortable and awkward moments of my life. Without going into detail, let's just say that it required me stripping off all of my clothes and just allowing him to...take precaution.