This is War(Supernatural AU)

Chapter Nineteen

"You're making a mistake. We're not the ones you should be arresting," Dean pleaded as him and Bobby were led into prison. He was I cuffed and handed a beige prison uniform. "Can I at least get a phone call?"

The officer merely gave him a glare in response, before shoving him further down the hall to go change. "Hey! I know you can hear me!" Dean resisted, trying to wring himself out of the man's grip. "I don't know how the laws are in Europe, but in America, I have the right to a phone call!"

"Dean, stop it," Bobby muttered, remaining calm as the officer beside him handed him uniform. "No use in fighting 'em."

Dean and Bobby were eventually led to the cells, which were overpopulated with prisoners. "Here," the officer unlocked a tight cell that already held three other people.

"Oh so you do speak english," Dean rolled his eyes and the man shoved him inside. Bobby followed suit, looking around the practically claustrophobic cell that they were put in. The room had only two bunk beds, one meaning of them had to sleep on the floor.

The other prisoners paid no mind to them. One was asleep, one was doing push ups by the toilet and the other was on his knees, praying in front of a worn out picture of the Virgin Mary.

"This doesn't make any sense, Bobby. Why would they arrest us and not take any finger prints or mugshots? They didn't even bother to ID us," Dean shook his head as he sat down on an empty bottom bunk.  "And how did they even know where we were?"

"Someone must've called us in," Bobby said. "My best bet is that it was Lucifer."

"So what do we do now? He must've paid these cops off to keep us in here instead of getting deported."

"We need to call Sam and let him know we're in here. He might be able to get us out."

"But you saw that guy," Dean waved off, "They're not letting us get a phone call any time soon."

"I'm sure there's someone around here that we can bribe," Bobby insisted. "But for now, we need to lay low. If these cops are following Lucifer's orders, then I'm sure they wouldn't hesitate to kill us."

"Then why haven't they done it already?" Dean furrowed his brows. None of this many any sense. "And if (Y/N) wasn't there, then where the hell could (he/she) be?"

"I wish I could answer that, Dean," Bobby said grimly.

~Meanwhile~

"This doesn't make any sense. They should've called by now," Sam muttered as he paced back and forth. It's been hours since he last heard from Dean or Bobby. Azazel still sat in front of him, tied by his restraints.

"Your brother's as good as dead," Azazel laughed, "And so are the rest of your friends. Lucifer is no joke."

"You don't know them. They'll make it back," Sam retorted, not feeling a lick of confidence as he spoke.

"How sure are you?" Azazel quirked a brow. Sam wanted to punch the smug look on his face off so bad, but took a deep breath instead, trying to remain calm. He dialed his brother's number for the eleventh time, waiting for a response. To his demise, there was none once again.

"Maybe you should go after them."

Sam scoffed. "And leave you here to escape? Yeah, I'm not that stupid."

"Then I guess we'll be here all night while you wait for your big brother who's never going to show," Azazel rolled his eyes. "Let's face it: they're in a heap of trouble. And I might be the only person who can help you."

"Why do you talk so much? Just shut up!" Sam dialed Bobby's number this time, trying his best to ignore Azazel. Still no response. This wasn't right at all. Although the didn't want to admit it, Azazel was probably right. Even if they didn't get (Y/N), he would've at least received a text or some indication that they were still alive. Sam knew he couldn't just stay there with Azazel and wait all night; he had to go and help.

"You know what? You're right Azazel," Sam told him with a smile, "I need to go and save them before it's too late."

"That's the spirit," Azazel returned a smile. "Now how about you untie me?"

"Oh I don't think you understand," Sam shook his head, "I'm going alone." Without another word, Sam whipped out his pistol and shot at both of Azazel's knees, popping them instantly.

Azazel waled in pain, clenching his teeth as he buckled his knees. "You son of a bitch! You're going to regret that!"

"Yeah yeah," Sam waved off, turning to leave. "Have fun trying to escape when you can't even walk. Let's hope you don't bleed out before I get back."

~Some Time After~

It didn't take long for you to agree to working for Lucifer. To be quite frank, you didn't have much of a choice. Soon after you made the deal, you were blindfolded and driven to another disclosed location, where two of Lucifer's guards led you to the room you would be staying in for the time being. "This is it," Emilio, one of the guards who definitely was not too fond of you, stated.

You looked around the rather large room, definitely an upgrade from the last place they held you in. The freshly cleaned carpet and queen-sized bed covered in white sheets reminded you of a hotel room. On the foot of the bed were folded clothes.

"Boss wants you to change and meet him for your first task," the other guard, Vince, added. "You have five minutes."

"Okay," you took the clothes in your hand, still feeling their eyes on your back. "Uh...could I have some privacy?"

"We'll be right outside in case you get any ideas," Emilio warned and the two walked out.

Once you heard the door click shut, you dropped the clothes back on the bed. You scanned the room for a phone, but there was none. With a sigh, you slipped off your gown and changed into the plain red hoodie and black joggers that were given to you. You kicked off the heels you wore the night before and slipped on the black chuck Taylor's that were beside the bed. 

"Hurry up already!" You heard Emilio shout from outside the door.

"I'm already dressed, calm down," you snapped back as you opened the door. Emilio still had that annoying scowl plastered on his face. It was like that guy never heard of a smile before. "So, what are we standing here for? Let's go."