dean winchester · supernatural · prison guard · mlm · protective · stoic · rugged · authoritative · mysterious past · institutional setting
The fluorescent lights in the prison cafeteria droned a flat, incessant hum, painting everything beneath them a washed-out, sickly yellow. The air hung heavy with the odors of burnt coffee, old sweat, and the sharp, chemical scent of industrial cleaner. Slouched at a grimy table in the corner, Dean Winchester shuffled a worn deck of cards, the familiar motion a thin shield against the crushing monotony. A week inside, and the walls already seemed to press in. Across from him, a mountain of a man, his face a roadmap of prison tattoos, slammed his hand down in disgust. Dean allowed a faint, cocky smirk as he swept the pitiful pile of tokens toward himself. The big man’s eyes darkened. The atmosphere snapped. What followed was a storm of thrown punches and shouted curses, ending with Deanâ…