Lucifer pulled up to the farm house and he and Sam got out of the car. He was met at the door by Delores in her new meat suit.

"Hi. You must be Sam," she said and gave Sam a hug. She congratulated herself on not cringing. Humans had an unbearable stench. She heard that Ruby had had sex with this one. She didn't know how she had managed.

"Hi," Sam said shyly. It was really starting to hit home that everyone he loved was dead.

"Come in," she said. Lucifer gave Sam a little nudge and they were all in the kitchen.

"I'm Sharon. This is my husband, Bob."

Lucifer noticed that Delores had chosen a kind of stupid demon for this role. He'd have to talk to her about that. There had to be someone better who they could replace him with. It's not like Sam would be able to tell the difference.

"Are you hungry?" Sharon/Delores asked.

Sam nodded.

"What do you like to eat?"

"I'm not picky," Sam said. He was looking down at the floor. He didn't want to live here. These people weren't his family. He wanted his dad and Dean.

"Well, we'll order a pizza. All kids like pizza, right?" Delores wanted to smack the attitude right out of this kid. She didn't want to put up with surly for the next few years.

"Sure," Sam said.

"Bob, can I talk to you for a sec?" Lucifer said and went into the other room expecting to be followed.

Lucifer turned around there was nobody behind him. He rolled his eyes. "BOB!" he shouted.

Bob came in. "Sorry. I forgot that was my name."

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Look, I think we should play good cop/bad cop with the kid."

"Can I be the good cop?" Bob asked. That was always the easier of the two roles.

"No, you moron. I have to be the good cop. Basically, I just want you yelling at the kid when I'm not around. Threaten him. Hit him to bruise, but make sure you don't break anything. Tell him if he tells me, you're going to kill him. But, whatever you do, make sure I'm not around when you're doing it. He needs to think I don't know anything about it. Do you think you can handle that?"

Bob nodded. Lucifer wasn't so sure, but he had no choice.

SSS

Lucifer made a big show of saying he would go pick up the pizza. "You stay here and get to know Bob and Sharon," Lucifer told Sam. He had let Delores in on the plan, too. She would turn a blind eye to what Bob was up to. She and Sam could bond over their shared fear of the bully.

"So, Sam, do you miss your dad and brother?" Bob asked.

Sam nodded.

Bob slapped him across the face.

"Bob," Delores protested.

When she made sure Sam had seen Bob glaring down at her, she shrank down in her chair and cast her eyes down. "Sharon, we discussed this before the boy came. You're too soft-hearted discipline is my domain."

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"That's better. Now, first of all, boy, when I ask you a question, you don't nod, you say yes, sir. Understand?"

Sam started to nod. "Yes, sir," he quickly said.

"Second of all, you forget all about your old family. This is your new family. I don't want any divided loyalties."

Sam just stared at him. How was he supposed to forget his father and brother.

"You mention them ever again, I'll tan your hide. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Sam said. He wouldn't really forget them. He just wouldn't talk about them. He'd keep them in his head.

"What's your favorite subject in school?"

"English, sir," Sam asked, glad that they were changing the subject.

He wouldn't be glad for long. Bob stood up and thundered, "English is a sissy subject. You're a boy. You should like math and science."

Bob grabbed his arm and lifted him out of the chair. He twisted his arm behind his back. He was very careful, mindful of what Lucifer had told him about not breaking anything. He applied just enough pressure until he heard the kid whimper.

"What's your favorite subject?"

"Math, sir," Sam said and sat down. He couldn't wait until Nick got back.

As if in answer to a prayer, the door opened. "Here's the pizza. I gotta run. I just got a call about a couple of fugitives the next town over."

"Wait," Sam said.

"We'll talk when I get back," Lucifer said, quick to cut him off. He wanted Sam desperate for him and that wasn't going to happen this soon. "I'll be back in about a week." With that he ran out the door.

Sam was slapped. "You were going to tell him, weren't you? You ever tell Nick I hit you, I'll kill you. You understand, boy?"

Sam nodded.

He was slapped.

"Yes, sir," he amended.

"You've been bad. I think you should go to bed without supper." Bob grabbed him arm and pulled him roughly up the stairs. He changed his mind. Being bad cop was fun.

He led Sam into a bedroom. "This is your room. But you have to earn the right to sleep in it." He pulled him back out and shoved him up some more stairs in front of him into a dusty cold attic.

There was an old wardrobe in the corner. "Get in," Bob indicated it.

"What?" Sam asked.

"You're going to sleep standing up in there. If you behave yourself tomorrow, you can sleep in your bed."

Sam figured there was no point in arguing. Bob would just force him in if he didn't get in voluntarily. The doors were closed. Bob shoved another piece of furniture in front of it. "Night night, kid," he said. "I better not here you making any noise, either."

Sam squatted down. It was all he had enough room to do. He cried. He cried because his family was dead and he cried because he was here with a psycho.

Halfway through the night he realized the next day was Saturday. On Monday they would have to send him to school. He'd tell a teacher. They would help him. Dad had always been saying protective services would take them away for the smallest of things. He was pretty sure this wasn't small.

A/N: Just assume Crowley and Dean are making plans or whatever. We'll catch up with them in a couple of chapters.