Imagine an alternate universe where everyone is in prison. Inspired by the picture above.

A/n - Part Two?

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You huff in irritation as a guard slams you against the wall. Currently convicted on multiple 'homicides', you're being forced into a male prison because there isn't room in the female one, not that you're complaining. You can take anything the world throws at you.

"You won't last a day, I'm betting," he says into your ear before unlocking the door into the common area with his key-card.

Rolling your eyes, you decide against attacking this fool. It's not worth it. . . yet. You're saving your energy for the top dog in here, to prove you aren't easy prey.

"Do I get your money when I last longer?" You question, smirking at his glare.

He shoves you through the door and you quickly scan the area, finding many other orange-suited people milling about.

A few stand out, a tall one with fairly long hair, a short one with green eyes and a smirk to die for, an ethereal blue-eyed one, a shorter one with stubble and a serious expression, one with a huge grin and whiskey eyes, and one with a lazy expression. They all turn to stare at you as you walk down the steps to the cells lining the wall.

"Moose, you got a new roomie."

The tallest one looks shocked, "This is the fish? It's a she!"

Green-eyes gives you a look that could melt the coldest hearts, "I'm not complaining."

"Down, Squirrel," one says in an accent of some sort.

"Nice!" Whiskey-eyes says, "Hey, do you have any candy? I'd give anything for some sugar right now."

You smile in amusement, "They took all my sweets."

"Well, you're sweet enough for me," he adds with a wink.

The last one chuckles, "Smooth, dude."

The guard seems bored out of his mind, nudging you towards the tall one, "Moose, show her the cell. And, no funny business."

He smirks and motions for you to follow him. You observe the guard departing the same way he came in before turning to 'Moose'.

"Moose a nickname or something?" You ask.

He chuckles, "Yeah. Name's Sam Winchester."

"Y/n L/n," you volunteer. "I'm assuming you're 'moose' cause you're tall?"

"Pretty much. I'll introduce you to the others after I show you the cell."

You nod, walking beside him. Soon enough, you find the cell.

"Top or bottom?"

He sputters, "What?"

"Which bunk should I take?" You rephrase, amused.

"Oh, uh, whichever."

"I'll take the bottom," you say, winking at him. His face flushes with color at the action, before he walks out of the room.

You follow, eager to meet the others.

"This is my brother Dean, also known as Squirrel for some unfathomable reason," Sam introduces, pointing to Green-eyes.

"That's his roommate, Cas, or Angel," he points to Blue-eyes.

Whiskey-eyes is next, "His brother Gabriel, or Trickster."

"And that's his other brother Luci, or Devil."

You nod at them all.

"And, this is Crowley, or Hell-King." He finishes and you smile mischievously at them all.

"Guys, this is Y/n L/n."

Waving, you lean against the railing, "Nice to meet you."

"The pleasure's ours," Crowley smiles.

Dean speaks up, "Why're you here? Shouldn't you be in a girl's prison?"

"There wasn't any room," you shrug.

"You're okay with this? Isn't it illegal?" Sam questions.

You raise your eyebrows at him, "I'm okay with it, but what does it matter if it's illegal? You're imprisoned. What'd you do to get here, jaywalk?"

Everyone chuckles at your comment, even his brother. He rolls his shoulders, "No, I didn't jaywalk."

"What'd you guys do to get here?"

"Mainly homicide," Cas informs you, stone-faced.

You purse your lips and nod, "Same."

"I robbed a bunch of candy stores, did a bunch of coke," Gabe grins, "It was worth it."

"You also killed a few people, Trick," Luci reminds him.

"So did you," he retorts.

"Tax evasion," Crowley says idly, "And murder."

"Grand theft auto," Dean chuckles, "And there may have been a few involuntary deaths along the way."

You glance around at their faces, "I never would have guessed you were murders, if not for the orange jumpsuits. Have to say that you pull it off pretty good, though."

"Orange brings out my eyes," Dean sasses. He's not lying, though.

An alarm blares, interrupting the conversation.

"That means cell time, right?"

"Right," Sam says, leading the way to the shared room.

"See you fella's later," you call over your shoulder as you follow the giant.

"See you, fish!"

Prison won't be so bad after all, you grin to yourself.