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ꜰᴏʟꜱᴏᴍ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ ʙʟᴜᴇꜱ (ᴘᴛ 2)

Dean is sitting in a cell block, leaning against a wall.

"I wish I had a baseball," Lucas looks through the small window-slit in the door of his cell, across the hallway from Dean's cell.

"What? What'd you say?"

"I said, I wish I had a baseball," Dean moves so he can look through his own window-slit. "You know, like Steven McQueen."

"Yeah? Well, I wish I had a bat -- so I can bash your frickin' head in."

"Okay," Dean goes back to leaning against the wall. "Well, so much for the bonding in solitary moment." The lights flicker, and Dean's breath becomes visible. "Oh. crap." Dean looks through the cell room slit and sees a clock in the hallway, which reads 8:30. The second hand is just past the 4 and is not moving. The lights are flickering with a static-y sound. "Lucas, listen to me. Stay very still." Lucas looks through his window-slit. There is a whooshing sound, and two narrowed eyes look back at him, framed in the slit. Lucas gasps and backs up in alarm. A hand grabs him from behind and turns his face around. We see a close-up of the narrowed eyes. Lucas grimaces, then screams, as dark veins pop out on and spread across his face. Dean is looking though his own narrow slit, though he probably can't see what is happening in Lucas's cell.

==

Sam and a prisoner are mopping floors.

"How you doing?" Sam asks.

"I'm 54 years old, mopping the floor of a crapper with bars on the window. How you think I'm doing?"

"All right. Bad icebreaker. I'm Sam."

"Randall."

"Nice to meet y- Randall. Hey, weren't you there the night that guard died?"

"Yeah."

"Well, what happened?"

"They say the stress of the job got him," Randall says.

"Yeah? What do you say?" Randall ignores his question.

"Why are you inside, kid?"

"'Cause I got an idiot for a brother and a sister who they can't find?"

"That'll do it."

"Yeah."

"Well, this place ain't so bad. Compared to the old cellblock, this is the damn Hilton."

"You spent time in the old block?"

"Oh, yeah, I was a regular customer."

"Didn't they have Mark Moody over there for a while?"

"He was there. Yeah, I was there, too, the night that lunatic bought it."

"Yeah? It was a heart attack, right?"

"Sure, his heart stopped right after the guard stopped using his head for batting practice. The next morning, I was in his cell, mopping up the blood. What a mess."

"Wait. So, he - he was beaten and - and nobody reported it?" Sam says.

"You kept your mouth shut, unless you wanted to die from the same heart attack, you know?"

"Randall, exactly how much blood was there?"

==

Dean is playing cards with a Prisoner at an outdoor table.

"Call," Dean says.

"Three aces."

"That's a bad beat. This is a bad bea...t." The Prisoner picks up the cigarettes that are on the table between them. Dean had a large pile of cigarettes next to him. Sam is standing nearby watching the game. Y/N is talking to another prisoner nearby.