Sam felt himself staring blankly at the boy for a second- he was gangly and tall with a big tuft of brown hair and an angular but childish face. "You mean- here?" Sam asked hoarsely, terrified that the boy had meant anything other than an invitation to sit next to him.

"No, over there." Answered the red-haired girl sarcastically, her pretty face cracking into a grin.

Sam glanced back at the boy who offered but he was already shifting his seating position to make more room, but Sam was so small he didn't use most of the room he was given. He clambered onto the bench awkwardly, collapsing onto the seat.

"Call me Doctor." Said the boy with a grin.

"Is that your name?" Sam blurted without thinking.

Doctor smiled and shook his head. "Nah, just a nickname. My real name is rubbish."

"Oh you're called Rubbish now, are you?" The red-haired girl teased.

"You know what I mean." Doctor murmured, studying the boy as Amy introduced herself. The American was very short and thin with floppy brown hair and a potentially handsome face that was, despite its youthfulness, lined and darkened under the eyes.

"This is Rory," Amy was saying. "Don't mind him- he's not the most talkative parrot on the pirate ship, are you?" Rory was fumbling with his sleeve, looking uncomfortable. "So what's your name, then?"

"Sam Winchester." He replied, with a small smile. He glanced at Rory and met his eye. This time, Rory didn't retreat, instead he gave Sam an assuring nod and straightened up.

"Where in America are you from?" Rory asked.

"Kansas." Sam replied.

"Lovely there, I'd say." Said Doctor, sitting back and stretching his legs thoughtfully as he reached for a waffle from his plate. "I was in America once. Funny area though- Meridian, Idaho; I can't imagine you've ever been there."

"I was." Sam said quietly. "We moved around a lot. I've been pretty much everywhere."

If said in any other way, Sam's words would have been near to boastful-sounding, but there was something in his voice that made him sound humble and almost sad. Doctor frowned at him, taking in the darkness under his eyes. He couldn't stop staring- Sam's eyes were darker than most adults he knew, it was as if he hadn't slept in months.

"So who was the guy you came in with?" Amy asked, craning her neck to see the end of the table.

"My brother." Sam muttered glumly.

"He's cute." She grinned, finally finding where he was sitting- amongst some of the most popular girls in the school. Her face fell. "But he's got terrible taste. Tell him to steer clear of Bela Talbot, I hear she's a manipulative bitch."

"Dean doesn't really go for personality." He muttered, glancing down at Dean, who appeared to be chatting up the blonde girl with the posh accent. Shrugging, he realised Rory was clenching his fork.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked him, and Rory instantly snapped out of it and dropped the fork on the table.

"What, me? Oh yeah, zoned out, sorry." He apologised quickly, seeming to be speaking more to Amy than Sam.

"Plonker." Said Amy, finishing her water and patting her stomach. "Well, I'm stuffed, boys. I'm heading up to grab a good bed- what about you?"

"Oh yeah!" Doctor turned to Sam. "You're Third Year, aren't you?"

Sam nodded.

"Looks like you're with us then," he winked.

Dean had finished his second plate of dinner when he began to pile some more bacon and potatoes onto his dish, not noticing the fancy girls exchanging queasy glances. The prettiest of the four, whose name he learned was Bela, exchanged a silent word with her friends before clearing her throat purposefully.

"We're going to our rooms now." She said, frowning at his once-again full plate.

"Arhlrirt." Dean's mouth was full, and he had gravy on his chin. Wiping his face quickly, he corrected himself. "Alright," He said instead. "I guess that means me too. You ladies need an escort, you never know with these old castles." His tone was warning, but his face was full of charm and flirtation.

Bela raised a trim eyebrow. "I don't think that will be necessary, we're very capable. And anyway, I doubt you know where the Blackrock Tower is." She said dismissively.

"Well I know where the Baskerville Tower is." Dean pointed out, allowing his eyes to drift south of her face. "And frankly, you can drop by anytime." He didn't wait for a response; he just winked and turned on his heel. He knew that she was going to keep up the witty remarks, and he wanted to get the upperhand this time, though he suspected he would be seeing her again soon.

Exiting the hall and entering the foyer, Dean picked up his rucksack where he had left it and looked for a hint as to where the Baskerville Tower might be.

He noted Sammy leaving a few minutes before with a group his age- two boys and a girl. Pausing, Dean listened and within a few moments heard his brother's familiar chuckle from above. He ran to the nearest staircase and moved up two steps at a time. They were steeper than he expected, and by the time he reached the top, he was slightly out of breath. He took one deep breath to restore his breathing before turning to see Sam and the others turning around a corner.

He followed them and then loudly cleared his throat, and all four turned around. The smile on Sam's face faded to a frown.

"Can I've a word with you for a sec, Sam?" Dean asked, his voice gruff as he eyed up the three kids, looking for a hint of suspicion. One boy was almost his height, and had a wide smile plastered on his face. He had to be high.

"Sorry guys you go ahead." Sam said apologetically, but the redhead shook her head.

"We can wait." She said, smiling at Dean from under her lashes. She was pretty, but young. Maybe in three years, he noted.

Dean wrapped a hand around Sam's shoulders and turned them both away from the group. "You okay, dude?" He asked in a low voice.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, Dean, I don't need a babysitter."

Dean glanced over his shoulder at the tall kid again who seemed to be smiling up at the ceiling. What the hell?

"Look, man, if that geeky kid offers you any weird stuff- don't take it, alright? Or else I'll-"

Sam almost burst out laughing. "Doctor isn't high, Dean."

Dean scoffed. "Wait, what, he's not high and his name is Doctor? Yeah, right-" He noticed a glare forming on Sam's face and he quickly moved on. "Look, any trouble from anyone about anything, don't be afraid to give 'em a shoe-shining, okay? And if they don't get the message, I'll make sure they do. "

Sam sighed patiently, he was used to being read the right act by his older brother, but he was eager to get back to Doctor and the others. "Can I go now?"

"One more thing-" Dean added quickly, huddling in closer. "The ginge is totally in your league."

Shorter chapter, I'm sorry, but I'll be putting up another in the next few days and finally I'll be bringing some Sherlock characters in (and Cas)- I appreciate the comments, so if you could keep them coming that would be great, thanks