Supernatural: Season Two

Folsom Prison Blues (5)

Folsom Prison Blues (5)

A/N I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I did my best and read it over about a hundred times.

Dean's POV

The metal door shut loudly as the guard left. The loud bang still echoed through the room when I turned to face the warden just as he took one menacingly step closer to me.

He put his hand on the side of my neck, his calloused hands squeezing slightly before a big smile formed on his face.

"Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me, man." I breathed, relieved to know that we were one step closer to getting out of here.

Deacon had me turn around, unlocking me the cups that held me prisoner. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"Sorry Dean. I thought I was going easy on you." This time I was the one laughing. "Just, uh, trying to make it look real."

"Yeah. Well, mission accomplished." I huffed, my sore body yelling at me for the sudden movement.

During the past couple of days that we had been locked up, I had my ass kicked so many times that just a sudden movement or harsh breath would cause my body to ache.

Deacon moved to take Sam's handcuffs off swiftly.

"Thanks." Sam breathed rubbing at his sore wrists.

"So," Deacon looked between us curiously, "is it over?"

"No." Sam shook his head. "Turns out, it wasn't Moody."

A look of surprise crossed the warden's face. "What?"

"Yeah."

"Then who?" Deacon asked worriedly.

"Uh," Sam started, "we think it's some nurse who used to work here, but we're still shy on all the intel we need."

"Which is why we should stick around until we find it." I glared at Sam.

The job wasn't done, and there was nothing more I wanted to do than finish it for Deacon.

"Oh, hey guys." Deacon spoke but Sam's harsh look was distracting me.

"You want to have this fight for real, Dean?" He snapped. "We gotta go."

"I'm just say-"

"We gotta go now!" Sam growled anxiously, cutting me off.

"Guys."

"We're leaving, Dean. Otherwise, we'll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee, with Henriksen as company." Sam ranted.

"Oh, come on." I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Guys!"

Sam and I snapped our attention to Deacon.

"What?" We yelled simultaneously.

Deacon blinked a few times, surprised by our actions. He pulled out a yellow envelope waving it in our face, tauntingly.

"Your lawyer left this for you." He smirked.

I snatched the envelope from his hands, hoping it was our golden ticket.

I let out a chuckle, a proud smirk forming on my lips. "Would you look at that. Man, I am freaking velvety smooth."

"You want to, maybe, open it up after, you know, you're done patting yourself on the back?" Sam snipped.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I waved him off as I read what was inside. My eyes widened with shock. "Wow."

"What?" Sam snapped, annoyed with my silence. "You want to share with the class, Dean?"