𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Chapter 22 ~ Bad to the Bone

Episode: Season 2 - Folsom Prison Blues

I almost let out a sigh as I stepped off the prison bus behind the boys, chains wrapped around my hands and ankles. The warden ordered us to move along and we obeyed but in the back of my mind, I couldn't help but think that Aunt Grace had always told me I'd end up here. Shrugging away the thought, we passed by a fenced in area as we headed towards the cell block, lined with prisoners dressed in jumpsuits that made me want to burst into a chorus of Jailhouse Rock. Other prisoners leered at us and I ignored them, feeling self-conscious. I'd always hated it when people stared at me and this time was no different. A man whistled at me and I couldn't help but look up.

"You're mine, baby." he winked, making me shudder in disgust.

Sam stepped up to shield me from view, letting me walk on the other side of him as he glared at the prisoner.

"Don't worry, Sam, I promise I won't trade you for smokes." Dean quipped from up ahead and we both rolled our eyes at him.

We were each led into our cells we shared with another prisoner. Sadly, I got saddled with Dean.

"I call top bunk!" I shouted, racing ahead of him into the cell and slamming my pillow and blanket down on the bed.

I turned to him and smirked but he just sent me a dirty look. After that, the wardens gave us our prison uniforms so we all got dressed. The orange jumpsuit was slightly baggy on me so I tied the ends of the shirt together. I put my hair up in a messy bun before a guard pushed me towards a line and I joined Dean and Sam to the cafeteria.

"I got stuck with Parker as a roommate, how's yours?" Dean was asking his brother.

"He just keeps staring at me in a way that makes me really uneasy," Sam answered him.

Dean smiled slightly, "Sounds like you're making new friends,"

"Dean, This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done," Sam admonished and I almost let out a chuckle at their brotherly bickering.

"And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy," I interjected to which Sam nodded in agreement.

"Calm down. It's all part of the plan," Dean shushed us and I rolled my dark eyes, "Look, all we gotta do is find this ghost, put the sucker down then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos,"

This time, I let out a snicker and Sam shot me a look, "That's not funny,"

"Dean, what about this escape plan? It-" Sam started but Dean cut him off.

"It's 100-percent sure thing. I wouldn't have gone in if it wasn't." he said but I wasn't sure if he was assuring Sam or himself.

The boys discussed the case while we ate. But I was sick of all this ghost talk and besides, I had nothing to contribute so I headed to the trash to dump what I didn't eat. As I walked, my shoulder bumped a guy, making me lose my lunch tray. I cursed under my breath before glancing up at him.

"Sorry, I-" I started to say when the guy cut me off.

"Watch where you're going," he spat rudely and I glared at him.

"Yeah, sure-" I began to say sarcastically when Dean showed up behind me.

"She said she was sorry," he stepped up to the man.

I raised an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"You talking to me?" the man huffed, "Are you talking to me?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "Great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver one too many times. Yeah, I'm talking to you. Trust me. Let it go."

The old man stared him down a moment before turning to leave. I didn't notice Sam standing behind me until he spoke up.

"Dean, come on," Sam urged him.

"See, that's how you gotta talk to these guys. Instant respect." Dean grinned and I shook my head, seeing the guy go over and talk to one of his buddies.

The man returned with a few other guys in tow and I arched an eyebrow at Dean, "You were saying?"

Dean whipped back around to see the man sidle up to him before lunging at him. But Dean dodged it, grabbing the man's hand. He wriggled out his grasp though and smacked Dean in the face. But he only had the upper hand for a second before Dean shoved him up against a wall. I laughed, clapping as the other prisoners looked on. It didn't take long before the whole thing was broken up though and Dean was sent to solitary.

Sam and I did some digging while Dean was confined and found out the ghost - who we now assumed was a woman from reports - had worked here some years ago. When Dean finally got released, him and Sam started to strategize. But I had a bit of my own strategizing techniques. The other prisoner picked out a few cards from his own hand and showed them to me before slamming them onto the table.

"Three aces," the man said triumphantly.

I glanced down at my own deck and sighed, "That's a bad beat. That is a bad beat, but see, I'm full. Threes over aces,"

I let out a laugh as the death glare he sent me and just shrugged.

"Hey, it's a cruel game, my friend," I called after him as he stormed off.

Glancing up, Sam shot me a disapproving look as he sat down across from me. He looked down at the cigarette boxes I'd won before looking back up at me.

"It's like picking low-hanging fruit," I beamed and he sighed, shaking his head at me.

"You don't even smoke," he pointed out.

"You kidding? This is the currency of the realm, Sammy." I grinned, making him sigh again.

"Come on, let's go find Dean. We have enough now to get rid of this ghost." he said and I frowned, pocketing my prizes before trudging along after him.

After saying goodbye to the warden, Deacon, and rounding up Dean, we sneaked out of the prison. Heading to the cemetery, we gathered up the lighter fluid and shovels before digging up the former worker's grave. Sam poured the lighter fluid on and Dean lighted the match. He was about to throw it in when I snatched it from him and did it myself.

"Parker!" he whined, "Sammy, did you see what she just did?"

I smirked triumphantly at the older brother whilst he stuck his tongue out at me.

"Enough, guys, we gotta go before the cops show up." Sam warned us and we nodded, albeit grumbling slightly.

Picking up the shovels and flashlights, we ran through the darkened cemetery, picking our way through the headstones back to the Impala. I climbed into the backseat and Sam closed the door for me before they got in up front. Dean started the engine, punching the radio button as well and it hummed to life. Rooster by Alice in Chains blasted from the speakers and I leaned back in my seat, gazing out my window as the dark trees flew by. Before long, I had drifted off to sleep again.

Note: After a lot of confused comments, thought I'd better add this in lol So the reason Parker is going to an all-men's prison is because I need her to be in this chapter/episode and the only way to put her in was this way. That's pretty much the only reason - that and it's fanfic so *shrugs* I do dis my way ;) Anywho, hope you enjoyed the chapter! :)