Chapter 6

My name it means nothing
my fortune is less
My future is shrouded in dark wilderness
Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on
Everything I possessed - Now they are gone

The world is a lonely place when you're on your own

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YEAR 2017

JANUARY 24th

00:00 Hs.

PRISON

Dean was sitting on his bed lost in his thoughts, living just another day of his cursed life.

The four claustrophobic walls that surrounded and held Sam and Dean inside prison were everything that both men had had for the past six weeks. Dean had been counting the days trying keep his mind sane, but after the third week, he gave up trying to figure out which day or month was. Time was relative, and even if he could have a pocket watch, he knew that it would just make him feel worse than he already was. Losing the track of time could be the best thing that ever happened to him, actually.

The only thing that made him feel a little better was the so famous and sometimes irritating "Chow Time", that represented the only "contact" with another human being that he had, and if he was really lucky, would receive food that smelled good and not rotten. The flavor was awful with or without the disgusting smell, but after all that he had been through; he could only see eatable food. He was hungry all the time, and be fed twice a day was something that he hated. In the bunker he'd eat at any hour, and not only because of his busy agenda while hunting. Even when the elder hunter had free days, he still liked to wake up after drinking some beers, and eat greasy food every day. Sam of course, being the control bitch that he was, kept telling him that he was going to have a heart attack someday if he kept killing himself slowly with those things. Usually, he just said "Okay, mom" as an answer, seeing his brother's bitch face every time. It sounded weird, but he liked to see those bitch faces. It was almost gratifying to bother his brother, because if he could make him be frustrated, it meant that they were fine with each other, and not breaking their brotherly bond again.

Since their first day and once a week, a man with a very mad face and white hair paid them a visit, saying that the loneliness were going to drive them crazy, making them in a future, scream and beg to talk about the supposed "attack" to the president of the United States.

He never said a word and neither did his brother, or so he supposed. Even if they'd talk, they were going to considered them crazy, which would end with both of them in an asylum for the rest of their days. He could imagine being under the effect of strong meds and a straitjacket, incapacitating them from doing their job and taking them away from what was real.

After many days alone, the words of the man started to resonate inside his head, and the silence started to depress him. His hope to get out had already started to fade away, so there was nothing left but agony and desperation. Being honest, he hadn't asked how his brother was, because knowing from head to toe his kid brother, already knew how he was. He hadn't talked out loud or called his name, which was terrifying.

God… he thought that he would never think about this ever again, but he missed his pain in the ass little brother more than he could admit. He had never been good with the feelings and… all the tears or hugs that came with them, but one of the many nights being there, the elder Winchester let the barrier go down, and a single man tear slid down his face.

When he was not thinking about his brother, other things came to his mind, and they weren't good either…

When was the last time that he had seen the sun, or even smell the characteristic aroma of rain and wet soil? He'd give everything he had to be one minute out of there, and he knew how screwed he was saying that.

He and his brother were in jail because they saved the whole freaking world from the Devil itself! And how did people said thank them?... Sending them to prison! They didn't deserve that, but no one would help them this time. Castiel's radio was off, and their mother was absent again. She had been since she left the bunker for the first time, and being honest, Dean was still holding onto the hope that someday everything would change and Mary could be the mother that he and Sammy needed.

The rest of the day, the special day that didn't remember, went just like the other ones. Nothing changed… It just another day...

Some cells away, Sam was almost in the same situation as his brother. He had always broken easier than he had, but words would never come out of his mouth anyways. He'd rather kill himself before saying a single word. Nothing could make feel relaxed for a minute, and the nightmares that he had were not helping to the case.

The walls that surrounded him made him remember about his time in the cage, when Lucifer made him be just another toy to have fun with. Sometimes, he would dream that the devil appeared inside his jail, saying "We're finally alone, Sammy. Just like the old good times, right?" using mind control to pin him to the walls and the ceiling, making him burn slowly. . He usually woke up breathing fast, feeling like he was going to die, but after few minutes, recovered his normal path of breathing, making exercise to distract his mind for a little while. That was life in prison, and the hope that he had had to make a "prison break" move to escape was gone by now. He had been four weeks… or maybe even more. Being honest, he didn't know and didn't want to care either. He couldn't see when the sun was up, or when the moon claimed the main position, so he just closed his eyes and tried to avoid the feeling that nothing would change. Maybe he would become crazy someday. That thought made sense, actually. Being held there for the rest of his miserable life was not something that him or anybody else would wish.

Needless to say, he never remembered his brother's birthday, but if he would have been free, let me tell you that he would have done some sort of party with Cass and even Mary in the bunker. Without meaning to, Sam fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes, saw the devil carrying a very bloody Dean in his arms, cold and dead

"Now it's your turn, Sammy boy…", said the Devil dropping the body to the ground

Sam screamed and tried to wake up, without successful results. The only thing that he could do then, was take a deep breath and let another torture session begin…

THE END.-

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