Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 30, 2015 11:51:54 GMT -5
It was time. Whether Dean was ready or not, it was time to put the escape plan into motion. They'd been over it with Deacon when he'd called to ask the favor in the first place so he knew his part. As Dean joined Sam in the rec yard, he asked, "she go for it?" Dean made a face. "No. No, not so much. But, uh, maybe she'll still come around." "Well, we can't wait around to find out" Sam informed him, which was his clue for Dean that this escape plan was happening NOW. "We could give it another day" Dean threw out, a subtle flash in his eyes the only way Sam knew he'd caught on and was playing along. Sam put his foot down. "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 accused. "Don't give me that, all right? This was your stupid plan. I went along with it, but we're sticking to the plan, Dean" Sam snapped in agitation. "Okay." Dean nodded with narrowed eyed. "You leave. I'm gonna stay." He pivoted on one heel and began to walk in the opposite direction. "Hey, don't turn away from me!" Sam reached out to grab Dean's shoulder. Dean brushed him off with a jerk of his arm. "Screw you." Sam's jaw unhinged. "What?! Screw you!" He grabbed at Dean's shoulder again, this time managing to spin him around so they were facing each other.
Dean shoved Sam hard in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards a few steps. Before Sam could retaliate, a guard was grabbing his arms, pinning them behind his back, and a second was doing the same to Dean. They were both handcuffed as Deacon arrived on the scene. "All right, hard case. I see the usual methods ain't gonna work with you" he barked at Dean, gesturing for the guard to take him away. "You too sweetheart" he added, gripping the back of Sam's jacket and marching him along in Dean's wake.
Once inside, Deacon put on a very menacing face as he addressed the two extra guards. "Take off. I want to handle this alone." His tone implied he was going to be inflicting the boys with punishment that wasn't entirely constitutional, legal or sanctioned for prison wardens to use on their prisoners so the guards exited. There was a beat of tense silence and then Deacon's face split into a grin as he clapped Dean on the shoulder. Both boys exhaled in relief. "Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me man" Dean complained good-naturedly as they turned around so Deacon could free their hands. Sam rolled out his wrists once the cuffs were removed. "Sorry Dean" Deacon chuckled. "Just trying to make it look real." "Yeah, well mission accomplished there" Dean confirmed. Deacon clipped their handcuffs to his belt. "So is it over?" Sam shook his head apologetically. "No. Turns out it wasn't Moody."
Deacon blinked in confusion. "What? Then who is it?" "Uh, we think it's some nurse who used to work here, but we're still shy on all the intel we need" Sam explained. "Which is why we should stick around until we find it" Dean added, causing Sam to scoff, "you want to have this fight for real, Dean? We gotta go." "Oh hey guys" Deacon tried to interrupt, but the boys were practically nose to nose, ignoring everything but each other. "I'm just say-" Dean began heatedly as Sam spoke over him. "We're leaving, Dean. Now. Otherwise, we'll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee, with Henriksen as company." "Guys" Deacon tried again just as Dean gave a derisive snort of, "Oh, come on." Deacon raised his voice. "GUYS!" The boys looked at Deacon with mirrored amounts of exasperation.
"What?!"
"So we're not gonna finish the job, we're just gonna let these people die" Dean accused. "Don't give me that, all right? This was your stupid plan. I went along with it, but we're sticking to the plan, Dean" Sam snapped in agitation. "Okay." Dean nodded with narrowed eyed. "You leave. I'm gonna stay." He pivoted on one heel and began to walk in the opposite direction. "Hey, don't turn away from me!" Sam reached out to grab Dean's shoulder. Dean brushed him off with a jerk of his arm. "Screw you." Sam's jaw unhinged. "What?! Screw you!" He grabbed at Dean's shoulder again, this time managing to spin him around so they were facing each other.
Dean shoved Sam hard in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards a few steps. Before Sam could retaliate, a guard was grabbing his arms, pinning them behind his back, and a second was doing the same to Dean. They were both handcuffed as Deacon arrived on the scene. "All right, hard case. I see the usual methods ain't gonna work with you" he barked at Dean, gesturing for the guard to take him away. "You too sweetheart" he added, gripping the back of Sam's jacket and marching him along in Dean's wake.
Once inside, Deacon put on a very menacing face as he addressed the two extra guards. "Take off. I want to handle this alone." His tone implied he was going to be inflicting the boys with punishment that wasn't entirely constitutional, legal or sanctioned for prison wardens to use on their prisoners so the guards exited. There was a beat of tense silence and then Deacon's face split into a grin as he clapped Dean on the shoulder. Both boys exhaled in relief. "Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me man" Dean complained good-naturedly as they turned around so Deacon could free their hands. Sam rolled out his wrists once the cuffs were removed. "Sorry Dean" Deacon chuckled. "Just trying to make it look real." "Yeah, well mission accomplished there" Dean confirmed. Deacon clipped their handcuffs to his belt. "So is it over?" Sam shook his head apologetically. "No. Turns out it wasn't Moody."
Deacon blinked in confusion. "What? Then who is it?" "Uh, we think it's some nurse who used to work here, but we're still shy on all the intel we need" Sam explained. "Which is why we should stick around until we find it" Dean added, causing Sam to scoff, "you want to have this fight for real, Dean? We gotta go." "Oh hey guys" Deacon tried to interrupt, but the boys were practically nose to nose, ignoring everything but each other. "I'm just say-" Dean began heatedly as Sam spoke over him. "We're leaving, Dean. Now. Otherwise, we'll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee, with Henriksen as company." "Guys" Deacon tried again just as Dean gave a derisive snort of, "Oh, come on." Deacon raised his voice. "GUYS!" The boys looked at Deacon with mirrored amounts of exasperation.
"What?!"
