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."