Episode: Season 2 Episode 19

Part: 3?

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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~Green River County Detetnion Center~

The three were in line for food.

"You sure about this?" The boy asked the young Winchester.

"Pretty sure."

"Yeah, well, considering our circumstances, I'd like a little better then pretty sure."

"Okay, really pretty sure." The demon just glared at Sam.

"I'd like mine al dente." Dean said. The server plonks spaghetti noodles and sauce on his tray. "Perfect."

When they got to their table, (M/n) scooted his tray to Dean and walked over to the table where the very large prisoner was sitting.

"Save some for dessert, Tiny." He chuckled and sat across from Tiny. "Hey, I wanted to ask you, 'cause I couldn't help but notice that you are two tons of fun. Just curious, is it like a thyroid problem, or is it some deep seated self-esteem issue?"

Sam was walking where the guards were.

"Cause, you know, they're just doughnuts. They're not love." Tiny smiled, then suddenly shoves his tray at (M/n) and punches him in the face, sending him into the ground. The warden walks around the corner near the two gaurds. (M/n) got up and hit Tiny three times, making the man hold his stomach, then kneed him in the face. The man got up and grabbed the front of (M/n)'s prison jumpsuit and (M/n) headbutt the man. A guard put his baton around Tiny's neck from behind. Tiny picked up the guard and threw him down on the table.

"Guys, give me a hand." The warden said. He and the two guards who were standing near Sam hurried over as Tiny punched the boy again and grabbed him from behind. During the tussle, Sam slipped into the kitchen.

The guards finally succeed at pulling Tiny away from the boy, who fell on the ground. Aother guard helped (M/n) get up and the warden grabbed his face.

"If we'd wait any longer, you'd be dead."

"Bet." (M/n) couldn't help but laugh. The warden shoved the baton in the boy's stomach, who fell on the ground. The warden grabs the back of his head.

"Do yourself a favor. Don't. Talk. Take them both to the infirmary." He ordered the gaurds to do.

~Later in the infirmary~

(M/n) and Tiny were in adjacent cells with wire fecing walls and a curtain between them.

"Hey, Tiny."

"Yeah?"

"Hey, sorry about the things I was saying earlier. I can't really tell you why, but I had to get you angry. So, sorry."

"It's okay. Truth is, I have low self-esteem issues.((Same Tiny....Same)) My old man treated me and my brother like crap, right up till the day he died."

"How'd he die?"

"My brother shot him."

"Uh, alrgihty then." (M/n) saw a ghost of a woman standing on the other side of the fenced off area of the infirmary. The clock on the wall reads 8:45 and the second hand is at 12.

"Shit...."

"What is it?"

(M/n) got off his bed and looked for something to use against the ghost and rattles the door of his cell. The ghost walked through the fence she was standing behind.

"What's going on?" Tiny asked.

The ghost was now stanidn over the boy. She put a hand on his chest and he groaned in pain.

"Demons belong in hell." It hissed. It continued to hurt the boy. The boy screamed as a black smoke rose out of his mouth and into the air, before going into a vent.

The ghost then looked at man in the other cell. She let go of the now lifeless body, it fell over onto the ground. Soon, Tiny started screaming. Once it all went quiet, the smoke came back and went back into its vessel.

(M/n) jerked up, taking a deep breath and huddled up in a ball.

~Rec yard~

Sam, Dean, and (M/n) were walking across the yard. (M/n) in the middle of the two.

"Wait. So you're telling me it wasn't Moody?" Sam asked.

"Not unless he liked going around dressed like a nurse. Poor Tiny. Poor giant Tiny."

"Wait, so this is...this is, like the ghost of some nurse who worked here or something?"

"I don't know. I guess."

"You know what, (M/n), at this point 'I don't know' isn't working for me." Sam said.

"Well, I'm fukcing spry that it tried to put me back in hell and it killed a man. What else do you want from me Sam!?" The boy stomped off.

"Give him some slack, Sammy."

"I thought we were done. I called Deacon. It's happening. We're getting out tonight."

"I guess we got to do some quick research, then."

"How? I mean, maybe you haven't noticed....we're in jil."

~Timeskip~

The boys were talking to Randall.

"So you want to know about some nurse?" The man asked, Sam nodded.

"Why you want to know?"

"Well, we got our reasons. But, uh....we'll make it worth your while." Dean showed Randall a pack of cigarettes, which he takes.

"So, this nurse, she would have had white hair, one screwed up eye, is this ringing a bell?" (M/n) asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I remember her."

"You remember her name?"

"No, that's still kind of fuzzy." Sam was slightly amused. Dean could feel the demons anger rise.

"Give it to him."

"I earned these."

"Dean." The Winchester sighed and handed him another pack.

"Glockner. Nurse Glockner. Nasty old bitch worked here in the '70s."

"You knew her?"

"I met her once. Had to get a tetanus shot. She damn near jabbed the needle through the other side of my arm. At least I got out of there alive."

"What do you mena?"

"I've heard thses stories. I don't know if they were true. Cons love to talk, but we're all lairs."

(M/n) scoffed.

"What kind of stories?"

"Guys would go up to the infirmary with a cold. Next thing you know, they're in a body bag. A whole rash of heart attacks, young guys, old guys."

~Later~

The boys were at a small table in the dining area.

"Okay, so lets say those stories on Glockner were true."

"It's a thought. You know, in life, she's a vigilante. In death, same thing."

"Right. But then hows she tied in with the old cellblock? And if she's going after cons, why kill that one guard?"

"I did hear in the yard that that guard wasn't exactly squeaky clean, so, maybe she's going after anybody that breaks the law." Dean said.

"You 'heard in the yard'?"

"Yeah."

"Dean, does it....bother you at all, how easily you seem to fit in here?"

"No, not really."

"All right. Well, listen, either way, we need more info on Glockner. If, if she's buried. If so, where? And we got five hours to get it. No, no. Don't give me that look."

"I just don't eant to let Deacon down, that's all. We do owe him." Dean said.

"Yeah, but we don't owe him our lives, Dean."

Dean got up suddenly.

"Where you going?"

"I'm gonna talk to our lawyer."

Sam sighed.

~Later~

Sam was walking across the yard. (M/n) following close behind. He saw Dean enter the yard.

"She go for it?"

"No. No, not so much. But, uh, maybe she'll still come around."

"Well, we can't wait around to find out."

"We could give it another day."

"No, no,no. We're leaving tonight, and that's it."

"So we're not gonna finish the job, we're just gonna let these people die?" Dean asked his brother.

"Don't give us that, all right? This was your stupid plan. We went along with it, but we're sticking to the plan."

"Okay. You can leave Sam. Me and Dean will stay." (M/n) and Dean tuned around and walk away.

"Hey, don't turn away. Don't turn away from me!"

"Your not my mother." The demon growled.

"Last time I checked demons don't have a mother." Sam got picked up by the front of his shirt.

"Wanna say that without a tongue?"

A guard suddenly grabbed Sam and the warden grabbed (M/n) and another guard rushed in.

"All right, hard case. I see the usual methods aint gonna work with you." He turned to Sam. "You too, sweetheart."

A guard takes ahold of (M/n)'s arms from behind and the warden grabs the back of Sam's jacket. They take the two inside. Dean silently followed them.

~Timeskip~

The guard marches (M/n) and Sam into a large room, the warden following.

"Take off. I want to handle this alone."

The guard nods and leave. Sam looked wary. The warden stepped menacingly close to (M/n), then smiles and puts a hand on the side of his neck.

"So, you're the famous (M/n) (L/n)."

"And you must be Deacon."

The man smiled and chuckled, taking off the two's handcuffs. Dean came in.

"Thanks."

"So, is it over?"

"No. Turns out, it wasn't Moody." Dean said.

"What? Then who?"

"We think it's some nurse who used to work here, but we're still shy on all the intel we need." (M/n) said.

"Which is why we should stick around until we find it."

"Ih, hey guys." Deacon took an envelope out of his jacket pocket.

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

"I'm just say-"

"We gotta go now!"

"Guys."

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

"Oh, come on."

"Guys!"

"What?!" The brothers said at the same time.

"Your lawyer left this for you." Dean took the envelope. and read it.

"Wow."

"What? You want to share with the class, Dean?"

"Glockner died in the old cellblock after Moody bit it. Seems they had a little inmate uprising. She got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell and gave her a severe cerebral edema."

"Someone bashed her head in."

"Yeah."

"Does it say where she's buried?"

"Yep."

"All right, then, let's get you the hell out of here." Deacon removed the vent cover on a wall.

"Don't worry, Deacon. We'll get rid of this thing." (M/n) said.

"Good, cause I want it out of my prison." The man walked back to the three. "Boys, uh...I can't thank you enough for this. I know it was asking a lot but you still came through. Your daddy...raised you right....And you (M/n), your a good fighter, keep that up."

"Well, we owed you."

"Yeah." Deacon pulled Sam into a hug, then Dean, then (M/n).

"Hope to see you again, huh? Just....not in here, okay?"

"No promises." The demon said.

Sam and Dean headed for the vent, then (M/n) followed, but Deacon put a hand on his shoulder.

"All right, son, give me what you got. Make sure to make it look real."

"Yeah, make it look real." The demon punched the man in the cheek, knocking him out.

~Later, night~

Dean, Sam, and (M/n) climb over the railings outside the prison to the car.

"Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes." Dean said to his car, running a hand along the Impala. The three went into the car and took off their prison jackets.

"You know, I almost wish I could see Henriksen's face."

"Really? Cause I'd be happy if I never saw him again. I mean, we're not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know?" Sam said tightly.

"Yeah." Dean looked at (M/n), who was looking down, playing with his hands. "What's wrong?"

"Their going to find out....Their going to find out about my vessel." Dean and Sam looked at each other, worried.

They forgot about the boys vessel's past.