It took awhile before Dean could go to sleep, he was surprised, he had a very long day. He spent about the last 15 years in horrible conditions, was beaten everyday by his past owner. He stayed in shed with 30 other people, all crammed in, sleeping with dead bodies that had died of malnutrition, infected injuries, beaten to death, and sickness. His owner would always buy children too, Dean was a cusp of a teen when he was brought there. But that was the longest place he ever been in his life, now he was in this place. The Garrison property. He thinks he made some friends, he's never had friends before. This was paradise. Then Castiel, his Master. The whole date thing, probably going to be fucked by him, Dean couldn't find himself to care. He didn't care about much things anymore, before he was put on the market, he was hoping to die. He was the obedient slave; didn't fight, didn't talk back, he just took all the beatings barley making a sound. Even though in his head he was screaming, it was like Castiel had raised him from Hell or something. His past owner would tell him, "One day you'll be with someone worse than me. One day someone will pay me lots of money to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. One day-" Dean finally fell asleep.

"Get up!" Aaron yelled shaking Dean. Dean jumped out of bed quickly, made his bed, tight. Put on his shirt and laced up his boots. All this before Aaron blinked. "Wow, you didn't have to do that. I was just telling you, you better get up or else you won't eat until late.

Aaron pulled Dean into a long line, much more people than Dean thought. They reached end of the line, Aaron smiled at the humongous guy serving oatmeal, milk, and apples. "Morin' Golem."

"Ughh..." The guy mumbled loudly, as if it was words. He towered Dean, about a good 8 inches taller. Dean stared up at him a second before following Aaron out the door.

"So ahh. THAT GUY IS HUGE!" Dean stated and Aaron laughed. "Dude can escape at anytime."

"He's not a slave, well not really. He lives here and doesn't get paid, but not a slave. Think of him as the big brother's eye."

"He's the security? I wouldn't want to mess with him."

"Ha, me neither. But he's really cool, temperamental and stupid, but cool. He takes extra care of me when Elijah is long trips, which is always. He's like a big brother or somethin, not to me but a lot of us. He's the shepherd of we sheep, he tends to us when something bad happens in the Garrison's and they take it out on us. Also the fact he hates most of them helps, crazy Christians and a jew."

"Is his name really Golem?"

"I call him that from an old Jewish story, my crazy grandfather used to tell me at bedtime. Golems are shaped from clay and brought to life by Rabbis, to protect the Jewish people in times of... I don't know general crappiness. It seems fitting right? I mean this tall, freakishly tall, jewish man who protects us from Garrison's crap. It seemed fitting and he likes it I think."

"Does seem fitting, does anyone else call him that?"

"Oh yeah, everyone. Like nicknames, it spreads like wildfire, I don't think he had a name before we called him that." Aaron replied finishing of his food and stealing another apple from a tree and continued walking to wherever Golem will be later.

"So where you slaved to work on each day?" Dean asked following Aaron to his huge barn.

"I work with Golem on the reconstruction on the farm, it's fun to drop things on Jo while she's feeding the animals and working chick stuff."

"Which I hate, because I'm not some girly girl princess." Jo said running up inbetween them. "I like to get my hands dirtier than this. Milking cows, feeding chickens, apple pickin'. It's boring, I wish I had Dean's job, my Master likes me to keep clean and pretty though."

"Wait. What's my job?" Dean froze to ask.

"You didn't tell him?" Jo asked Aaron who cursed.

"Shit, I forgot. Dean, Master Castiel has ordered you to work on mechanics, the tractor and some of the classics." Aaron said and Dean fell over, Jo and Aaron quickly went to pick him up. "Dude are you crying? Cars aren't that hard, well I wouldn't know but-"

"No it's just. Have I died and gone to Heaven? I love working on cars, I have a passion for it." Dean said with a big smile getting up, wiping the dirt off his jeans.

"Well don't let anyone else know; me and Jo are really trustworthy though. But the Garrison's though, they like to use things you like against you, and other slaves sell each other out for brownie point from the Garrison's."

"Bela isn't someone to trust, because she keeps secrets well, but she drives bargains with her Master for stuff. Which concludes she will sell you out for a new dress." Jo added. "Hey Golem isn't going to be here for another couple minutes, wanna show Dean the scarecrow?"

"Scarecrow?" Dean asked and Aaron frowned.

"Yeah it's some creepy scarecrow, I think it's haunted. It creeps me out, Jo is all likey likey for that shit though," Aaron shivered.

"Yeah, I'd like to see it." Dean said, "I too am a fan of stuff like that. I tell the best ghost stories." Jo smiled and pulled him along.

"Are you coming Aaron?" Jo smirked.

"Fuck no, you nearly made me pee myself last time!" Aaron said frustrated, as Dean and Jo start walking towards a pathway. "Shit, shit, shit. Golem is coming get to work!" Aaron said yelling towards a tool box, Jo wanked Dean towards a car. As she ran inside the barn with a bag of chicken feed.

Golem was sitting in a back of a pickup truck, he did look like a giant thing of hard clay. Said nice, but Dean still wasn't going to change the fact the guy intimates Dean. He heard a silly kind of voice from the back of the truck, didn't see anyone though. Until they got out, wow you can you hide so easy behind Golem. A very thin man in trucker clothes, happy as a puppy, trying to make jokes with the large man. It was a train wreck.

Dean lifted the hood of the truck, began the diagnosis of the situation. So just trying to see what's wrong with it. When the thin man strolled up to Dean, clearly he was another security guard, Dean bit his lip and tried to look not nervous.

'Well howdy!" The man said with a fat grin, like it was raining rainbows and bunnies or something. Dean looked at him and tried to find the words.

"Hel- hello, Sir." Dean stuttered.

"Oh please, call me Garth." Garth said holding a hand out, Dean shook it quickly and went back to working on the truck. "Ha funny."

"What sir?"

"Garth. And you're the first person who hadn't go. 'Garth?'" Garth smiled, mocking himself. "I like you, you believe me when I say that. I'm not your typical security guard, I like you people. You people ain't garbage or somethin' bad, you just misunderstood. I respect your pain." Garth said all teary. Then the giant Golem dude came stomping by, scaring Dean with each step. Garth seemed to not even notice, just kept talking. "What's your name-"

"Gaarrrfield, stop distracting Castiel's slave. Ugh..." Golem bellowed picking Garth by the collar and walked away with Garth shouting. "I like you Cas' slave!" Dean is so confused as he begins to work on the truck, finally. All it needed was an oil change, he walked into the farm with Jo swinging on a rope swing.

"Hello Deano!" Jo called swinging back and forth throwing chicken feed for the hundred chickens. "You need somethin'?"

"Carbarature oil. And tools in general."

"Go ask Golem, he's charge of construction I bet he's got some somewhere." Jo said being followed by flocks of chickens, it was amusing. Dean solemnly walked over to Aaron and Golem.

"Uggghhh."

"Oh shut it, chia pet. What you need man?"

"Tools. Tools and oil," Dean asked for shily.

"Garth's got some in a shed. Garth!" Aaron yelled and the scrawny puppy man came running out of a shed.

"Yes?"

"He needs car stuff."

"Alright Cas slave follow me."

"His name is Dean fyi Garth." Garth looked guilty and apologetic, Dean didn't really care. Well it was annoying, but he's not going to to act like Jo and Aaron, he's not ready to have a voice. They had something he didn't have, he still didn't know what it was yet. He wasn't going to talk back or risk talking bad about any of the Masters.

"Come with me Dean," Garth led Dean to the work shed. "Sorry, it's been long since I've seen someone work on the cars. I'd work on them, but the Garrisons like having a slave work on them. I get a little excited around new people, you look like you've seen hell. Cas'? Wow, he must like you, or hate you. I think he likes you, if you put you with us."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Do me and Golem look like your normal security slave officers? No. We say we hit you guys if you mess up, but we don't, you guys are humans. All humans mess up. There are only a few of the Garrisons that are somewhat kind, well most time. All of them are violent, except Elijah. Anna and Cassie are nice, but they can be stone cold hearted bitches sometimes. Me and Golem make it our job to protect yall, Golem keeps yall from rebeling and makes sure you are all fed. I am kinda the medic, I bandage yall up after beatings. But shhh, we're not suppose to. Wanna beer?" Garth said quickly, this was running through Dean's head, before processing Dean had a cold beer in his hands and a box of car tools.

"Thanks dude."