Outside These Walls [Destiel]

Chapter 10

The long day ended with the guards allowing him to return to the cabin instead of the prison cell, the chains still attached to his wrists as he was carelessly kicked up the stairs and through the doorway where he stumbled into Shadson. The man gripped him tightly, keeping him on his feet, and the moment the guards left, he pulled back, straightening Dean's collar almost as an afterthought before Dean was turning to Mills.

"I need to get to Cas' cabin," Dean whispered, the desperation in his voice pulling out a sad look from her. Nevertheless, she nodded, turning to Shadson and giving him a hesitant smile. The man rolled his eyes at the obvious question and held his finger up for them to give him a moment before he glanced over to the guard, sitting on the bed as they waited to be called out for dinner.

"Night time," He promised softly, and Dean's throat clenched as he nodded, waiting for the inevitable sinking of the sun.

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The night felt strange as he watched Shadson disappear underneath one of the beds, just a wriggling form against the darkness before all movement ceased and he seemed to vanish. They had placed the sheets strategically to look like someone was sleeping there, a small lump around the size of Mills that sufficed when the guards glanced in, then continued onto their business as if nothing was wrong.

Shadson appeared around five minutes later, a layer of dust all over him and his eyes glowing with a bit of cleverness, "I loosened the plank underneath the cabin. Stay in the shadows, and you'll find a plank that is sticking out. It'll get you in under one of the beds," He offered quietly, his eyes narrowed with thought as he recounted the details. Dean arched one eyebrow, impressed with the man, but said nothing else as he nodded, crouching down and sliding underneath the bed.

There wasn't a lot of room under the beds, maybe enough for a man to sit and fold in on himself, but it didn't take him long to find the plank that had been pulled up, revealing the dark dirt underneath. He slid in, wrinkling his nose at the cold, almost damp feeling of the soft earth before crawling his way to the back of the cabin, where there was a missing wood piece that blocked the underneath from the outside world.

The air felt thick with tension when he finally got out, raising his head and glancing this way and that before slipping towards the cabin where Castiel stayed. The guards stood at each cabin, but none noticed the small shadow that slipped across the sliver of open area between each one, his body kept low to blend in easier with the shadows.

The building felt much darker and more sinister than Dean had remembered, a tingle in his spine that warned him to run as he crept closer. A warning that he blatantly ignored as he found the loose plank that the man had been talking about, carefully getting his fingers around one edge and wriggling it off before slipping underneath the building and putting it back the best he could so it seemed inconspicuous to any glancing eyes.

The wood flooring was easy to find the loose piece, half of it already hanging down and exposing the barely visible metal of the bed frame above it. He tugged a bit harder than he did with the wood plank, only a slight creak escaping the wood before it fell to the ground almost silently in the soft dirt. 

Once inside, he could hear the whispers of Winters and Letts, and the soft cries of a voice he knew very well. It sent with a sense of panic, and he found himself wriggling out from under the bed, ignoring the shocked looks in the other soldiers' eyes as he turned, looking for Castiel.