Sam sighed as he looked out the window of the moving train, for the past hour and a half all he was seeing was land and well trees… and wait oh some more trees. Not that it was bad enough he was getting sent off to boarding school, all because he's father couldn't handle him, it wasn't his fault… it wasn't the same after his brother left… And so, what if he got in trouble a few times, and maybe it was this over jail but that was besides the point. The only reason his father is sending him here is because of his dick brother. Dean just so happened to land the job of his dreams as a Myology Professor at an all-boys Boarding school, one of the best schools in the state, and he guessed Dean worked something out with their father seeing as he was going to be stuck here for the next 4 years. He knew Dean was only doing this because he felt bad for leaving him, but Dean was gone, and everything changed after that… their father wasn't the same… It was different… And Sam didn't know… he didn't know if he could ever forgive Dean for that.

Dean never knew how bad it got, only because Sam didn't tell him. Sam already felt like he missed everything up as it is, he didn't want to mess Dean's life up anymore then he had. Their father liked Sam to think he was the reason Dean left, the reason his mom died, that Sam was some kind of monster. If you get told something long enough you start to believe it. Deep down Sam believed he was the monster his father made him out to be.

Shaking his head of his thoughts he let out a sigh of annoyance, it was bad enough being stuck on a train to the middle of no where but for the next three hours all he had to look at were trees and a dead cell phone, he had been texting his best friend Brady when it died, he guessed he should of listen to the asshole hen he told him to charge his back up battery. Not that he expected this trip to last what felt like 12 years… okay maybe he was being a little dramatic but its not like he had anything better to do, that was until the cute nerdy kid who was sitting just a few seats away from him caught his attention.

Sam smirked to himself smoothing out his flannel as he stood up, making his way over to the kid looking no older than 13. Now normally Sam wouldn't waste his time with a kid like him, he would have him peeing his pants by now and giving Sam his lunch money but that's kind of what got Sam into this mess in the first place beside anything was better then looking at trees for the next three hours. "Hey, mind if I sit here?" Sam asked already taking the seat across from the boy. "Well it seems you already have so it wouldn't really matter what I think would it?" Sam raised an eye brow as he mouths the words "wow" to himself, "Okay well on that note, Names Sam. What's yours?" The boy looked over at Sam for the first time with the clearest blue eyes Sam had ever seen. "Castiel." He said with a small smile.

Sam titled his head as he looked at the boy. He had the clearest blue eyes. His eyes speak of innocence yet they also speak of something much deeper and darker then that. Something Sam has seen in himself. "Castiel, that's a weird name." Sam paused as he looked over to the boy, watching as he started to hang his head, Sam couldn't help but to feel bad, he remembers how it feels… The kids at school used to call him Samantha, well that was before they found out what his fist felt like, so he quickly added "What's it mean?"

Castiel let his head slowly start to fall, He was silly to think someone cared. Silly to really think this beautiful guy came over here to talk to him when everyone one this train seemed to want to talk to him. He had been sitting here with nothing better to do then people watch and he had watch every girl and guy try to talk to him, and the guy seemed to rapped up in whoever was on the other end of his phone, that was until it died, that was at least Castiel guess, So with nothing better to do he thought the guy came over to just make fun of him, that was until he heard 'What's it mean?'. Letting his head snap up he couldn't help the smile that took over his face, not many… hell no one had ever asked him that. "It means Shield of God." Castiel was ready for Sam to laugh in his face but when the laugh didn't come he had to ask "You're not going to laugh?"

Sam fault the smirk that almost took over his face fall. Castiel really thought he was going to laugh at him. How could he. The way his eyes light up when Sam asked him about his name, was the same way Sam's eyes used to light up when Dean asked about his day or when Dean asked him anything really. Sam could see a lot of himself in Castiel… At least a lot of the Sam before Dean left…. It was all down hill from there. "Why would I laugh?" Sam asked with a confused looked. Castiel titled his head, "Because everyone does. It's a stupid name." Sam chuckled and shook his head, "No it's not. You're the Shield of God. A protector. Unlike Sam. Sam is just well… Sam. Nothing special about that." Castiel shook his head, he was no protector, he couldn't even protect himself let alone anyone else. "I'm no protector. I can't even protect myself…"

Sam raised and eye brow opening his mouth before closing it before letting any words out. He could tell Castiel didn't want to talk to about it, hell he didn't even talk about his problems, one of the reasons he was always mixed up in something. "Well then I'll be your shield till you can do it yourself?" Castiel smiled as he titled his head, "But why?" Sam smiled over at him, he thought this four year would be easier with at least one person on his side, "Make up for some past demons, besides having one person on your side never hurt." Castiel let his smile grow, as he looked at the browned haired boy, "Your wrong Sam. Sam isn't just Sam. It means 'Name of God', and that means something." Sam shook his head and gave him a small smile, "Thanks, Cass."

Castiel returned the smile as he repeated the nickname in his head, "You're welcome, Sam." Sam titled his head and studied the boy for a moment, he didn't seem like the type to talk about his past, hell he didn't seem like the type to talk about anything really. "So, what's a young kid like you doing all by yourself?" Sam finally asked. Cass chuckled, "I'm15 You only have to be 13 teen to ride on a train alone." Sam raised an eyebrow. "This kid is really 15? He looks no older than 12." Sam thought to himself before saying, "Hell I would have thought you were 12. Well what brings you all the way to the middle of nowhere?" Cass laughed, everyone thought he was way younger then he really was. "Nope 15. Soon to be 16. And well there's an all-boys boarding school and my Uncle is the head master and since one else wants to put up with me here I am." Castiel paused looking over at Sam he asked, "What about you?" Sam smirked, maybe being friends with this kid wouldn't be so bad. "Well it was either this or jail, and since my older brother is one of the top teachers there, he pulled some strings and well here I am." Cass titled his head, he wanted to ask, he wanted to know but something was telling him that wasn't something Sam was going to share. But before he could say anything else the train came to a stop and a mans voice came over the intercom.

Sam rolled his eyes as the man on the intercom started speaking. He was here. In the middle of nowhere. With just his dick brother to turn to, he guess it was better then being back home, hell the only person who would miss him back home would be Brady. "Well…" Sam started to say as he stood up, "If I don't meet my dick brother at the gates, it'll be my ass. See you around school." And with a wave of his hand he grabbed his bag and found his way off the train. Castiel sighed as he gathered his own bags, "this is going to be a long 4 years… but its better then nothing…" He thought as he got off the train to meet his uncle.