A/N- This one is a complete turnaround AU, which (in my way, I suppose) is where the plot is completely different than canon, rather than slightly different.

Hope you enjoy!

Summary: A young Sam Winchester dreams of better things while his caregiver has him work. AU.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Joanna Harvelle

Genres: Hurt/Comfort, bit of Humour

(Sam and Mary aren't related. I told you, way different. xD)

Italics- Song/Talk

Day 5- Castle on a Cloud- Les Misérables

"Work!" Mary Winchester yelled, throwing Sam his small broom. Sam picked it up and sighed, beginning to sweep.

"There is a castle on a cloud

I like to go there in my sleep

Aren't any floors for me to sweep

Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a room that's full of toys

There are a hundred boys and girls

Nobody shouts or talks too loud

Not in my castle on a cloud." Sam smiled, despite the chores still to finish.

"There is a lady all in white

Holds me and sings a lullaby

She's nice to see and she's soft to touch

She says 'Sam, I love you very much.'

I know a place where no one's lost

I know a place where no one cries

Crying at all is not allowed

Not in my castle on a cloud." Sam turned his head, believing there was a noise. He worriedly swept faster.

"Oh help! I think I hear them now

and I'm nowhere near finished sweeping and

Scrubbing and polishing the floor..

Oh, it's her! It's Madame!" Mary Winchester strode into the room, watching Sam the full time. She stooped down to look him in the eye.

"Now look who's here

The little monsieur himself!

Pretending once again he's been 'so awfully good'

Better not let me catch you slacking

Better not catch my eye!

Ten rotten francs your mother sends me

What is that going to buy?

Now take that pail

My little 'Monseigneur'

And go and draw some water from the well!" She walked closer towards him threateningly, making him back into the low cupboards.

"We should never have taken you in in the first place

How stupid the things that we do!

Like mother like son, the scum of the street." Just then, her daughter Joanna stepped into the room, dressed much nicer than Sam, almost to show the difference between circumstances.

"Joanna, come my dear, Joanna, let me see you

You look very well in that new little blue hat

There's some children who know how to behave

And they know what to wear

And I'm saying thank heaven for that." Mary turned her attention away from her daughter and back to Sam, who stood with tears threatening to spill over.

"Still there Sam?

Your tears will do you no good!

I told you fetch some water from the well in the wood!"

Sam spoke, voice quivering.

"Please do not send me out alone

Not in the darkness on my own." Mary leaned to look directly at Sam again.

"Enough of that, or I'll forget to be nice!

You heard me ask for something

And I never ask twice!"

Joanna pushed Sam outside and he shivered.

"That's all I am?" he whispered to himself, trudging into the woods.