Gaston Alexander

Dean shook his head as Bounix... as the woman left. 

Like he was going to remember her name; he'd probably just call her by her number, like he did the rest of them. 

He read the next file, raising an eyebrow. This guy had a long list, which only made Dean chuckle. "Fun one..." He mumbled, before hearing the door open.

"Ah, Mr..." Dean said, pausing to look back down at his file. "Mr. Alexander, welcome! Have a seat." He said, gesturing to the chair in front of him.

Gaston shook his head and sat down as he studied the guy in front of him, "You know you remind me of someone." He said after a moment, he leaned forward and tossed a guarded look in the guy's direction. "Pain in the ass too...up until the day I put a bullet in his head." He added with a little laugh.

"You don't say?" Dean let out a chuckle. He was right, this guy would be fun to crack.

"So, let's get started: Your number is going to be A54521; remember that, because it's unlikely we're going to call you by your name in here." He said, causally.

"You're going to be in Cell block C, cell number four." He said, with an amused tone. "You'll be getting one meal a day that you'll have to share with your cellmate. Voices and sounds go off at 11pm." He said, nonchalantly.

Gaston just chuckled under his breath, "Oh and what happens if I disobey the rules?" He asked slyly with a small smirk as he took in the guy McCoppin, he didn't seem all that strong but appearances could be deceiving.

"Oh, the usual punishments." Dean said, nonchalantly, not going further.

Gaston smirked even wider, "You don't say?" He asked before leaning back in his chair and staring at the man in front of him with a penetrating gaze. "So want to tell me who I'm roomed with?" He asked as he cracked his knuckles.

"And spoil the surprise?" Dean asked, with a sarcastic smile. "Just avoid breaking the rules and you might survive." He said, almost as an after thought.

Gaston wagged his finger at him, "Now that's not fair, but I guess I'll play along for now sir." He said mockingly before swinging his legs up on the table as if at home. "So anything else you wanted to tell me?" He asked with a wide smirk.

"Just a few more; treat your guard with respect, treat your cellmate decently." Dean said, shrugging. "Oh, don't get too comfortable in your cell; you're going to be moved around every now and then." He said, smirking.

Gaston snorted, "Right, well then I'm sure you'll have a busy schedule sir," He said with a dark laugh before swinging his legs off the table and standing up. He gave him a mocking salute, even if it was slightly difficult before he waited for the guard to escort him out.

Dean shook his head, before snapping his fingers and the guard forced Gaston back in his seat. "Didn't say you could leave yet." He said, with a shrug.

"Some other rules you need to know, A54521; here, we tell you when you can eat, we tell you when you can sleep, and we tell you when and if you can leave or not." He said, his tone was light, but his eyes held seriousness in them.

"Seeing as I'm not done, I have a few things to ask you." Dean said, as he flipped through the file. "Little girls, huh?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Rape, murder... Your list is pretty packed, isn't it?"

Gaston snorted but leaned back in his chair as if not bothered by Dean's tone, "Your point?" He asked as he studied him with narrow eyes.

"Just that you're not going to be seeing the light of day, probably ever again." Dean said, shrugging.

"I'll be glad to help you get to that special place in Hell that is set aside just for you." He said, almost as a joke, but he was dead serious.

Gaston smirked and leaned forward, "Is that a threat McCoppin?, cause if it is you need to work on them." He stated coldly. "Also what I did before I got arrested, really shouldn't concern you." He added.

"Awe, but it's just so interesting." He said, sarcastically.

"I don't make threats; I take action." He stated, before nodding to the guard that he could take him to his cell now.

"Enjoy your stay, A54521; you won't be leaving, unless you're in a body bag." Dean stated, leaning back in his chair.

Gaston smirked and while he stood up he leaned forward with his hands gripping the edge of the desk, "I can't wait to see you actually take action." He said with a small smirk before releasing the desk and following the guard, "And we'll see about that." He called over his shoulder.

Dean smirked. "Oh, yes, you will." He said, before closing the file and picking up the next one.