Innocent Or Guilty? - Spn Au

Dean is in deep shit

Almost immediately a voice from the intercom entered the room. Sam suspected it came from wherever the inspectors and supervisors where watching.
"Samuel Smith, do you know this man?" The voice entered through the speakers. Dean raised his eyebrow, probably at the last name Sam had chosen.

"Um... yeah." Sam ran his hand through his hair nervously. Could they stop him from working this case if he had 'family relations' to the suspect? "He's my cousin."

Dean again raised his eyebrow but continued to say nothing. He looked the same since since Sam had last seen him, as if the years hadn't weathered his face.
Sam had changed however, his hair becoming longer but he still kept his fresh faced look.

"Sam step out of the room." Replied the intecom voice. Sam gulped and walked out of the room, guards rushing in behind him incase Dean tried to make a run out of there. Which he didnt. Sam knew he wasn't stupid enough to attempt it.

The intercom room's door squeaked a bit when Sam pulled it open. Everyone was staring at him as he anxiously went to the main detective, who was the one who had been speaking on the intercom.

"This man is your cousin?" the detective asked after standing up and running a hand through his short hair.
Sam nodded. Tbe detective scoured him over, looking for any signs of lying but Sam didnt do anything. He was trained in lying.

"Can i still work the case?" Sam asked after about 1 minute had passed, everyone still staring at him.
The detective sighed again and stood up straighter.

"I dont see why not." He proclaimed. A few people in the room blinked at the detective or showed some sign of being shocked, but no one said anything. "You are one of our best lawyers and you seem to know a lot about this man already. I'll allow it."

(I dont know much about being a lawyer, especially an American one welp)

Sam walked out the room without another word being spoken and went straight back to the interview with Dean.
The guards slipped back out as Sam settled back in the metal chair. Dean still smirked at him, one eyebrow raised.

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Sam started asking him questions, which Dean only responded to with no enthusiasm. His mind was elsewhere like, for example, on Sam.

The last time Dean had seen Sam was when he stormed out the house well over 5 years ago to become a lawyer. It looked like he had made his dreams a reality.
Sam was nervous though, Dean could tell. The way his eyes flickered to the small cameras in the room every so often and the way he had changed his last name to a really common one. Definately not as obvious as Winchester.

"Dean...? Dean!?" Sam snapped his fingers infront of Dean's face, snapping him back to reality. The reality where he'd got caught and now the had cuffs around his hands and feet.
Dean sighed, not so discretely and Sam silently ground his teeth in frustration.

Then Sam stood up.
"We'll continue this tommorow." He said in a voice so monotone and devoid of emotion it made Dean wonder if his brother was actually talking.
Sam held his hand out to Dean as a handshake. Dean took it and felt a folded up piece of paper against his hand. He took it and expertly slid it up his sleeve.

Sam stood aside as the guards came back into the room, shoving Dean out with a little more force then necessary.
He gave a mock salute to Sam with both handcuffed hands.

"See ya Sammy."

The door shut with a slam behind him and Dean was shoved back into the hellhole he'd been in for a few weeks now.

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Dean shuffled back into the grey, forbidding building. He was shoved straight back into his cell, the door slammed shut behind him. It seemed everyone else was allowed up and around today, but Dean was to be locked away. Typical.

Dean rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath about when he got out he would come back here and thank them for their kindness. With a knife.

The cell was actually quite big, 2 beds fit inside the room with space to walk around. There was a small window directly in the middle of the cell but that was barred in every way possible. Dean had tried to get it to budge but it wouldn't at all.

There was no roommate for Dean, yet anyway. He occupied one small, uncomfortable, metal bed and the other lay bare. As he tried to get comfortable, the chains on his feet and hands now gone, the piece of paper that Sam had slipped him rustled.

Dean made sure he was facing away from the door before smoothing out the paper to read what Sam had written.

Dean what the hell are you doing? How did you even get caught? I'll get you out soon dont worry.

Dean chuckled a bit at the note before ripping it up into the smallest pieces and then scattering it everywhere. Even if someone found out about the note, it would be impossible to ever read it.

He settled back onto the bed, awaiting his boring hours of solitude when suddenly the cell door swung open. Dean's head snapped forward and the guards shuffled in, pulling a prisoner who had been trussed up in chains the same way Dean had been. Dean knew that they only used 2 chains on the people they considered really dangerous.

The guards chucked his basic prison stuff onto the empty bed, unlocked his chains and left, banging the door.

Dean turned to properly look at the man and was instantly speechless. The first thing he noticed was the mans eyes. They were a crystal blue, deep and bright. Then there was his hair, it was jet black and stuck up at random. Dean wanted to run hus hand through it.
He had various holes in his ears and lip from piercings that had been taken out.

The man smirked at Dean when he saw him looking and sat down on the bed. Dean quickly looked at the floor before realising he was a hunter, not a teenager with a crush. The ice around Deans heart froze up again and Dean sat back against the wall, still not saying a word.

The stranger broke the silence before Dean did,
"My names Castiel." he said, in a voice that sounded too deep for his body.

"Mines Dean." Dean replied, still staring at the wall. Staring at anything except for the beautiful man who was now his cell mate. Stop dean! This mans probably a mass murderer! (Hehe like you arent one dean) This is a prison for the worst and most slimiest people after all.

While Dean was having this internal battle with himself, Castiel spoke again,
"So what are you in here for?"

Dean cringed on the inside. Thats the one thing you never ask in a prison.

""Don t ever ask anyone that." Dean got up and walked to the cell door, " It dosent matter anyway. I'll be gone within the month."

"I know you will be."

Dean turned to look at Cas, questioning what he had meant but the man was looking the other way, no signs he had ever spoken.

Dean could of swore Castiels eyes light up like blue torches and was almost about to dismiss it as a trick of the light. Then Dean realised all matter of things would be out for revenge now he was a sitting duck in this place.

Maybe he would ask Sam about the name 'Castiel'