A/N: I don't own Supernatural or Disney. If I did I would be lying back on a beach somewhere sun tanning, not serving food to ungrateful little bastards at camp.

This Fic was inspired, but not based off of LJ artmetica Firdaus. Key word is inspired. Link here because I don't know what else to do:

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Castiel ran down the hall, papers falling from his arms with every stride of his legs. He barely registered the falling sheets, the small voice in his head reminding him that Sam would pick them up. Castiel was late, again. It was his third proposal this week and he was sure that the council wasn't going to put up with his "mindless delusions" anymore. Castiel knew that this was probably going to be his last chance to try to sell his "delusions" to the board, and they were going to be very closed minded about it. No one was willing to put his name on the line for some young professor with a mindless fantasy about another world. The only person that had faith in Castiel was following after him, picking up any scrap of paper that fell.

Castiel burst through the wide wooden doors, his glasses askew on his face. Pushing them back on the proper place on his nose Castiel paused, taking a deep breath, and walked briskly to the front to the board, eyes following him the entire time. Sam puttered behind him, laying all the fallen papers down with the ones that had some how managed to remain in Castiel's arms. Giving Sam a nod, Castiel turned to face the men in front of him. The stares were colder than ice, sliding down from their up turned noses. Castiel swallowed, shuffled his notes and then started.

"As many of you know, Plato once spoke of the lost city of Atlantis-" Castiel had barely gotten started when the sound of a throat being cleared interrupted him.

"Castiel, we all know why you are here. And the answer is still no." Zachariah was the head of the board; he had been for the past twenty years. His word was law, and no one tried to argue it.

"If you would, I have some new information that might be of interest-" Castiel tried again but was once again interrupted.

"There is nothing that you might say that will change our minds. Castiel, this university is not going to fund your little escapade to the arctic. Your grandfather tried it and look at how that ended for him. You know how it ended for the university. We have just gotten our reputation back; we are not about to squander it on another fruitless exhibition." Zachariah was smiling by the end of his speech, knowing what his words where doing to Castiel.

"The exhibition would not be to the arctic. If you would listen to me, I was going to say-" Castiel was not going to give up, but Zachariah would hear none of it.

"Castiel, speak one more time and you will not be welcome at this university. Now, go back to your class and take your…" Zachariah sent a look over to Sam, "…helper, back with you." That was his final word, and he nailed the proverbial coffin shut as he rose, picking up his briefcase and walking out of the room, the other members of the board following him out.

Castiel groaned, leaning his head against the podium in front of him, his head hitting with a sickening crack. He felt Sam's hand touch his shoulder, the comfort in the gesture remaining in the hand, not quite reaching to Castiel.

"Don't worry Mr. Novak, we will convince them yet." Sam removed his hand and went to collect the papers, organizing them and setting them straight.

Castiel turned to the boy, his anger finally coming out. "Where you not in the same room as I? The board is not going to hear us again. I will lose my job if I ever bring the subject up again. Go back to your classes Sam, we are done."

Sam put the papers that were in his hands down, turning to Castiel and fixing him with a burning stare. "No Mr. Novak. I will not just give up on your dream. If the board will not hear you, maybe I can convince them."

Castiel shook his head hard, "No Sam. I am not going to let you give up your future for something that is probably not even real. If my grandfather was unable to find the lost city, what makes me think that I would be able to do it?"

Sam left the papers on the table and walked over to Castiel, putting his hands on his shoulders and staring down into his eyes, "You have information that your grandfather never had, you know the true location of Atlantis, your grandfather was looking in the wrong continent. You know where to start, something he never had. If this university will not listen, we can always go to another one. Your reputation hasn't become that tarnished yet."

Castiel sighed, this boy was stubborn to a fault and it was refreshing. "Alright Sam. We shall try another university, but not until this semester is over. Your schooling is far to important for you to throw it away on a foolish whim."

A smile broke across Sam's face, he knew that Castiel would keep every promise that he made, and he would never let him down. Grabbing the papers off of the table Sam left the room with Castiel trailing behind, making a beeline to Castiel's office before he went to his classes.

As the two men left the room a pair of eyes followed them, the green almost glowing in the shadows of the room. This was an interesting turn of events, and the man was not about to let Castiel slip out of his grasp. Turning the eyes disappeared into the shadows, slowly getting pulled into the darkness of the room.