Sam can’t believe he let Dean talk him into this. A week ago, they had gotten a call from an old friend of their father’s, asking for help on a ghost that was haunting the prison he runs. Dean came up with a brilliant plan to get arrested and thrown into the prison to exterminate the ghost.

Sam wandered the prison yard, attempting to keep himself occupied while he waited for Dean. He kept to himself, not wanting to socialize with the actual criminals around him until he spotted you, sitting by yourself and drawing on a piece of paper in the women’s yard.

He didn’t know why, but he found himself becoming intrigued by your isolation and wandered over to the fence that separated the male prisoners from the female ones. “Uh… hi.” He greeted, lifting his hand in a little awkward wave.