Bob let Sam out of the wardrobe at 5 in the morning. "Come on, boy. This is a farm. Saturday is a big work day. I can't believe you slept this late."

Sam thought that was the most ridiculous complaint he had ever heard. He hadn't slept at all. He was too uncomfortable bent up like a pretzel. It was a good thing he wasn't big. It would have been unbearable. Plus, he had been locked in. How was he supposed to have got up on his own? Bob was a moron.

Sam followed Bob down to the kitchen. Delores shoved a bowl of Corn Flakes in front of him. He practically inhaled it. He was starving. As soon as he was done, Bob grabbed his arm. "Come on. We have work to do."

SSS

Bob had made Sam work through lunch. At 7 that night he told Sam he could call it quits. He was sore and exhausted.

"That was some pretty sloppy work!" Bob yelled. Actually it had been pretty good for an 8 year old who had never been on a farm before, but it wouldn't have been very mean if he told him that.

"Sorry, sir," Sam said.

When they got back to the house Delores gave him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He scarfed it down. "Can I sleep in the bed tonight, sir?" Sam asked hopefully.

"After that sloppy work and bad table manners? I don't think so."

"Please?" Sam asked and gave him what Dean had always called his puppy dog eyes. At the thought of his big brother, those eyes filled with tears.

Had Bob been human he would have melted. Demons are immune to puppy dog eyes, though. He punched Sam in the arm. "No means no. Get up to the attic. I'll be up to tuck you in," Bob leered.

Sam ran up the stairs. He held on to the hope of being able to get a teacher to help him on Monday. There was only one day left.

When Sam heard Bob coming up the stairs he jumped in the wardrobe. He was so tired he was sure he would be able to sleep, even in the squatting position.

"Tomorrow is Sunday. A day of rest."

Sam sighed in relief. Bob shut the door and pushed the bureau in front of it. "So, I'll see you Monday morning."

"What?" Sam asked.

Bob ignored him as he left the room.

SSS

Sam woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking. He was starving. He hoped someone would bring him some food, but he doubted it. As time went on and the smell dissipated, he knew they wouldn't.

A little while later, he heard a car start and drive off. They had left him alone here.

Hours later he heard the car returning, then he heard footsteps approaching. Bob let him out. "If you're going to go to school tomorrow, you should get a shower and sleep in a bed."

"Thank you, sir," Sam whispered. He wanted to ask for water, but didn't want to risk being thrown back in the wardrobe. If he was really going to get to take a shower, he could drink some of that water.

Twenty minutes later, Sam was in bed and fast asleep.

SSS

"Get up. You don't want to be late for school," Bob said as he put some clothes on the chair for Sam to change into.

"What are those?" Sam asked.

"Your clothes. For school."

"But, it's a suit," Sam protested. He was, of course, rewarded with a smack.

"Some kids don't have any clothes. I'm providing you with real nice ones. Put them on."

Sam sighed. He was going to be a laughing-stock.

SSS

Bob brought him to school, walked him to office, and registered him. Sam was shown to his homeroom and Bob left.

Sam immediately approached the teacher. "Yes, Sam?" she asked.

"Mrs. Reilly, Bob beats me and locks me in a wardrobe and makes me work from dawn until dusk without a break or food or water."

"Now, Sam, I understand that you've just had a tragedy, but that doesn't give you the right to make up stories about people," the demon teacher said.

"But, it's true," Sam whined and quickly took off the suit jacket and pulled up his shirt to show her the bruises."

"Well, I find it really quite disturbing that you would harm yourself to perpetuate a lie. Take your seat. Class is about to begin."

Sam's jaw dropped. Obviously his father had been misinformed and had never had anything to fear about teachers reporting him to children's services.

SSS

After that, Sam's day had gone pretty much as expected. The other kids had wanted nothing to do with the crazy new kid who would wear a suit to school. The teacher treated him like a trouble making liar.

The last recess of the day, he decided to make a break for it. He ran for the road, but was snagged by the principal. "Where do you think you're going young man?" he asked.

Just then his teacher joined them. "This is the new student, Sam. He accused Bob of beating him. I think he's going to be a real troublemaker."

"Well, we'll just have to keep you after school."

SSS

Bob stormed into the school an hour after it ended. He knew exactly where Sam was. All of this was part of the plan. It had been brilliant of Lucifer to have all the teachers and staff possessed. Kid didn't stand a chance. And he didn't even know what a demon was, so it wasn't like he would suspect anything of that nature.

He strode into the classroom where Sam was writing, "I will not make up lies" a thousand times on the blackboard.

"Where have you been, boy?" Bob asked.

Sam hoped Bob would hit him right here and now. Then Mrs. Reilly would see he wasn't making anything up.

"I'm afraid Sam has been telling lies. He said you beat him. He even bruised himself to make his story more believable," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Is that true, Sam?"

"No," Sam said. He purposely left off the sir.

"What do you recommend?" Bob asked the teacher.

"I don't think he's ready to be back in school so soon after his family's death. Perhaps you should homeschool."

"That's an excellent idea. Come on, Sam."

Sam's eyes widened. Now he would never be away from Bob. But, he had no choice. He meekly followed Bob out to the car.

"You little brat. Now I'm stuck with you all day. What do you have to say for yourself."

"You can just drop me off at the side of the road. I'll take care of myself," Sam suggested. He didn't know how he would do that, but anything was better than Bob.

"Nick would kill me. For some reason, he likes you."

Sam had almost forgotten about Nick. "When is he coming back?"

"End of the week. In the meantime, I guess it's just you and me."

When they got home, Bob said, "I hope you had a big lunch, because after the stunt you pulled, you're not getting any dinner.

Bob pushed him towards the basement. "Where are we going?" Sam asked.

"Get in," Bob said when they had reached the bottom of the stairs.

Sam found himself in a walk in freezer. And the door shut behind him. He immediately began shivering.

SSS

"You can't leave him in there all night. He'll freeze to death, you idiot," Delores reprimanded him.

"No, he won't. I've got the thermostat on a timer. It will slowly get warmer until it's about 45 degrees. That won't kill him, but he'll still be cold. And since it's gradual, he probably won't even realized it happened. But, just in case, I'll blame him for breaking the thing, in the morning."

Delores smiled her approval. Bob was actually doing a job well for once.