A jail cell; Alexandria; Tuesday Night

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck should not be smiling right now. He really shouldn't. It was late, he was in jail and his father had lecture material for a month since Chuck made him call his lawyer so late at night

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[psychic_wonder]

Sam was certainly not smiling, and was resting his head against the bars of the cell to let the cool metal sober him up more. Not that the trip to the station hadn't done that well enough already. "He was going to hit you," he said. "I don't know, it seemed like a good idea at the time."

[rocksthescarf]

"Hey, you're not going to hear me complaining," Chuck said, laughing a little.

[psychic_wonder]

"I can't believe people called the cops. I can't believe we got arrested," Sam whined, going over to sit back down on one of the benches. "I always thought Dean would end up in jail long before I ever did."

[rocksthescarf]

"Relax, Winchester. It's not like we're going to get booked," Chuck said. "Your record will remain sparkly clean."

[psychic_wonder]

"Are you sure? Because I'd kind of like to be able to go to college without using a fake name and background." At least, not more fake than he'd have to make it. "I don't know how you can be so relaxed."

[rocksthescarf]

"This is not my first time in a jail cell, Winchester," Chuck said. "And my father's lawyer is already working to get us out. We're not spending the night in here."

[psychic_wonder]

Sam was tempted to comment on Chuck having been in jail before, but he couldn't exactly ride the moral high ground at the moment. "If you're sure..." he said, trailing off and sighing. "Does this mean I won't have to call my dad? Because I'd really prefer not dying tonight after everything else that's already happened."

[rocksthescarf]

"Tell him what you want," Chuck replied. He paused. "You should consider yourself lucky. At least your father would care enough to get mad at you."

[psychic_wonder]

"Oh, yeah, I'll consider myself really lucky when my dad's burying my body in the preserve," Sam said. "And your father has to care, or he wouldn't have his lawyer trying to help us."

[rocksthescarf]

"He'll be mildly annoyed that I made him call this late. But other than that..." Chuck shrugged. "He expects this of me. Always has."

[psychic_wonder]

"Always?" Sam asked, feeling that statement hit a little close to home.

[rocksthescarf]

"Since the day I was born," Chuck said bitterly.

[psychic_wonder]

"I don't know about that. Somehow, I can't imagine you sitting in jail in your diapers," Sam said.

[rocksthescarf]

"I bet if he had his way I would have been," he said, looking down at the floor. "I am responsible for his beloved wife's death after all."

[psychic_wonder]

"You mean your mother?" Sam asked quietly. "What happened?"

[rocksthescarf]

"She died while giving birth to me," Chuck admitted, still keeping his eyes on the floor.