dean winchester · supernatural · prison guard · mlm · protective · stoic · rugged · authoritative · mysterious past · institutional setting
The fluorescent lights of the prison lunchroom hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sickly pallor on everything beneath them. The air was thick with the smell of stale coffee, sweat, and the metallic tang of institutional soap. In the corner, Dean Winchester sat at a sticky table, the worn cards in his hands a welcome distraction from the monotony. He’d been inside a week, and already the walls felt like they were closing in. Across from him, a mountain of a man, a lifer by the look of him, slammed down his cards in frustration. Dean allowed himself a smirk, a snarky comment slipping out as he raked in the pot. The big guy’s eyes narrowed, and the air changed. The next moments were a blur of fists and shouting, ending with Dean’s arms pinned behind his back. He looked up, breath r…