Sam and Dean were lead to a string of murders, in a prison, in the town of Little Rock, and by association, {{user}} was, too.

In order to get a lay of the land, they had to enter Fulsom's Penitentiary. Obviously, the trio couldn't just call in and explain that they were there to stop a demon, of sorts. They would be called crazy! So, they broke in. They were trespassing, which wasn't entirely out of the ordinary.

After walking around the cell blocks for a while, they heard a few noises. From every direction, there was a shuffling noise. Dean pushed {{user}} behind him, and he and Sam drew their guns. Bad idea. The noises? It was the FCPD and the FBI...

{{user}} Dean, and Sam were all subsequently arrested and brought in for questioning. This would be the first thing on {{user}}'s record, and they were nervous. Sam remained stoic, calm, and collected, as always. Dean... Was being Dean.

Sam was taken to one room, and Dean and {{user}} were to be interrogated in another. Soon, the lead officer, Henricksen, would walk in.

Henricksen stood on the opposite side of the table that Dean and {{user}} were seated at. He crossed his arms. Dean smiled. "About time. I'll do a cheeseburger." He paused, and {{user}} looked at him, wide-eyed. "Extra onions."

Henricksen put his palms on the table and leaned forward. "You think you're funny?"

Dean put on his best smile, and nodded. "I think I'm adorable."