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Previously on Supernatural- With a sad smile, Sammy watched his family walk away. When they were out of sight, he turned and let the teacher led him to his desk. He groaned as he saw a picture of Barney and Baby Bop to color. It was going to be a long day.

Sammy opened his crayon box as he stared at the picture he had to color. "Barney's for babies, not big kids. Dean would laugh his head off if he saw Sammy coloring Barney. If I have to color this, I'm gonna make it look like real dinosaurs not dumb old Barney." He thought. Sam stared at the picture for a moment before picking up his black crayon. He carefully drew zigzag lines on Barney's flat teeth so they looked more like a real t-rex's sharp fangs. He also added lines to the sides of Barney's mouth to make the smile into a snarl. Happy with his efforts so far, he grabbed another crayon and colored the rest of the mouth and the claws blood red. As he started coloring the body brown, the boy across from him spoke up.

"You're coloring it all wrong. That's not what Barney looks like." The boy named Bo said. Holding up his own picture, Bo continued, "Look at my picture. This is how you color Barney. Yours looks stupid."

"Bo, we don't call names in this class." Mrs. Horton told him.

"But Mrs. Horton, look at his picture. He didn't do it right" Bo whined.

"Be quiet and finish your picture, Bo" she reprimanded. Mrs. Horton turned around and walked over to greet more parents.

Sam ignored Bo and continued improving his picture. He colored Baby Bop's blanket and the tips of her horns red and drew large red gashes in her side. Changing her smile to a frown, he completed his picture by coloring her body green and drawing a pool of blood at her feet. Looking over his picture, Sammy was satisfied with the results. Instead of a smiling Barney and friend, the picture looked like a fierce battle between the dinosaurs. Sam smiled. Dean was gonna love it!

Walking around Sam's table, Mrs. Horton gasped when she saw his picture. "There's definitely something wrong here" she told herself. "What five year old colors such a horrifying picture." She sighed. The too large shirt with that disgusting band logo on it had been her first clue that he was indeed going to be trouble. This picture just confirmed her suspicions. Making a point to keep her eye on him, Mrs. Horton checked the clock.

"I want everyone to stop coloring and give me your full attention while I go over the rules of the classroom with you." She told the children. The next few minutes were spent listening and repeating the classroom rules and the consequences of breaking the rules. When the rules had been thoroughly explained, Mrs. Horton proceeded to line the children up to go to breakfast.

Once everyone was in line with one hand on their hips and the other on their lips, the class quietly followed Mrs. Horton down the long hallway to the lunchroom. Sammy glanced in every room along the way, hoping to spot Dean. But he wasn't in any of the rooms. Sam wondered where his big brother was. He said he would be down the hall, but all those rooms had little kids like him in them. Sam decided he would have to find Dean's room as soon as he could.

Mrs. Horton directed all the children through the breakfast line and to the table. While watching the children, she noticed that Sam wasn't eating anything. "Probably lives off junk food" she thought making her way to where he was seated. "Samuel, you need to eat so we can go back to the room" she told him.

Sammy smiled up at his teacher. "I'm not hungry. Daddy took us to eat pancakes this morning." He said.

"Really and where did he take you to get the pancakes?" she asked.

"We went to IHOP" Sammy explained. "And I got chocolate chip pancakes and eggs and I colored a picture and the waitress hung it on the wall."

"Sure you did" she replied. "Why don't you try to eat a little bit? It's a long time till lunch." Walking away, Mrs. Horton shook her head. "Someone's going to be hungry before lunch." She thought.

After breakfast, Mrs. Horton took her class on a tour of the building and introduced them to the principal, vice-principal, and secretary of the school. Sammy took in the layout of the school and looked in every open door, but he still didn't see Dean. The class finally made it back to their room. Once inside, she gave everyone a sheet of drawing paper.

"Alright, everyone, we're going to have a bathroom break now." Mrs. Horton explained. "While you wait for your turn, I want you to quietly draw a picture of your house and your family. Does everyone understand?" she questioned.

"Yes, ma'am" the students answered.

Using his best handwriting, Sammy wrote his name at the top of his paper. He sat contemplating his assignment. He knew he was supposed to draw his home, but they were staying in a motel right now. That wasn't his home. Suddenly, the solution came to him. He knew exactly what he should draw. Picking up his pencil, Sam began to carefully draw his picture.

When everyone was through with their pictures, Mrs. Horton had the children sit on the sharing rug with their pictures. She called them up one at a time to share their picture and tell about their family.

Sammy couldn't wait to tell the class about his daddy and Dean! He wondered what his teacher would say about his picture. She had said something nice about everybody's so far. He was certain she would love his. Finally his name was called. He walked up to the front and held his picture up for everyone to see. "This is my daddy and this is my big brother Dean and that's the impala. It's the best car ever!" He said, pointing them out on his picture.

"That's a nice picture, Samuel. But I asked you to draw your house, not your car" Mrs. Horton told him. "You didn't follow directions. I want you to go back to your table and draw your picture right."

"But, Mrs. Horton" Sammy started.

"No buts" Mrs. Horton interrupted him. "You will go back and fix your picture or you will lose some of your recess. Now, go!" She commanded.

Sammy slowly walked back to his desk. He didn't want to change the picture. The impala was the only home he knew. What could he draw to satisfy his teacher? He wasn't going to draw the motel room, and he didn't remember what their real home looked like. What was he going to do? Sammy thought back to all the places he had been in his short life. The only other place that felt kind of like a home was Bobby's junk yard. That's it! He'd draw Bobby's house! He quickly took out his pencil and began drawing his family at Bobby's house.

Later, Sam found himself sitting in the naughty chair in the corner while everyone else played at centers. "Dean was wrong." He thought. "I hate school." All the kids had laughed at his new picture and then Ashley asked where his mom was. His teacher had said it wasn't nice to ask that and that some kids didn't have good moms like Ashley's. When he tried to tell her, his mom was good and that she'd loved him, she just gave him a pitying look and walked away saying something about deadbeat parents. Ashley and her friends started calling him "white trash" after that. He tried to ignore them, but they wouldn't quit. He had finally snapped and pushed her down telling her to "shut the hell up!" When Mrs. Horton asked what happened, he told her what Ashley kept calling him. But Ashley lied and said she didn't do anything, and the teacher believed Ashley! Now, he had to sit here while stupid old Ashley got to play. It wasn't fair! If he made it through today, he was never coming back to school again!

After what seemed like a lifetime to Sam, Mrs. Horton called him over to her desk. "I'm going to let you go play now, Samuel. But you'd better start following the rules or I'll be taking you to see the principal and his paddle. Do I make myself clear?" she demanded.

"Yes, ma'am" Sammy whispered, around the lump in his throat.

"Good. Now go play and stay out of trouble." Mrs. Horton ordered.

Sam walked over to the reading center and sat down with a book. He would just quietly sit here and everything would be okay. "I'll ignore the other children and do whatever the teacher says." He told himself. "Then nothing bad will happen."

If only he knew how wrong he was.