Sam was shivering when the freezer door opened. He got out as quickly as he could.

"You learn your lesson, kid?" Bob asked.

Sam nodded while his teeth still chattered.

"What lesson?"

"N-n-never t-t-tell anyone."

"That's right. Nick called. He's coming back early. He'll be here in an hour. If you tell him, he probably won't believe you. But if he does, I'll have to kill him and that will leave you completely at my mercy. Understand?"

Sam nodded. He wouldn't tell Nick. He had already learned that telling did no good.

SSS

Nick showed up a couple of hours later. "Hey, Sam. How are things going?" Of course, Bob had already apprised him of all that had happened.

"OK," Sam said.

"Great. Come on."

"Where are we going?" Sam asked. He figured Nick would probably take him out to beat him now.

"I'm going to teach you how to shoot. You're going to want to get revenge on the man that killed your family, aren't you?"

"I guess so," Sam answered. He had just kind of assumed that the police would arrest them, not that he would have to shoot them.

They went outside and Nick set up some bottles. Sam's dad had actually taken him out shooting a couple of times with Dean. He hit all the bottles on the first try.

"That's great." Lucifer was pleased. One well placed bullet is all it would really take to kill Dean. Sometimes it seemed like these guys were invincible but of course they weren't. "Want ice cream?"

"Sure," Sam said.

Lucifer figured he needed to bond with Sam to get him on his side.

SSS

"I've figured out a way we can get Lucifer here with Sam," Crowley said.

That was different than the original plan, but Dean thought that might actually be better.

"Great. How?"

"We let it leak to some demons that I've found another one of Michael's vessels and that he's going to sacrifice the children. He'll bring Sam to kill that vessel."

Dean nodded his approval. It was simple and it made sense. He wondered why it had taken them so long to think of it.

SSS

A few days later

Bob, Delores, Lucifer and Sam were eating dinner. "I heard Lucky Charms was your favorite cereal, so I got some for you for breakfast tomorrow," Nick said.

"Thanks," Sam replied. Nick was always trying to do nice things for him and acting like his friend, but something seemed bad about him. He couldn't understand why he felt like that. He didn't hit him like Bob did. In fact, since he'd been around, Bob had only hit him once and that was when Nick had been out of the room. Sam felt like he should be glad that Nick was around, but he gave him the creeps and would rather be beaten by Bob.

"May I be excused?" Sam asked. He didn't like these people. He would go hang out in his room alone.

"Sure," Nick said and smiled at him. Sam tried to smile back. He had a feeling it was all in his head. But, he knew the smile wasn't really coming off and he ran off.

Lucifer was oblivious. He just figured as the brightest angel everyone adored him.

"I heard something today," Delores whispered, not wanting to take the chance that Sam would overhear.

"What?" Lucifer asked.

"Crowley's found another one of Lucifer's vessels. He's gathering kids for sacrifices as we speak."

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"Because when I came in you were already sitting down to supper and I didn't want to do anything to spook Sam."

"Where are they?"

"About 300 miles away."

"OK. Bob, you go upstairs and lay into Sam. I'll come in and 'save' him. When I shoot you, act like you're dead."

"OK," Bob said. He hoped Lucifer gave him enough time to really get going. He hated that human kid. Sure, he used to be human, but then he got smart, became evil and got to be a demon. That was the best life plan of all. Or, maybe it was a death plan.

SSS

Sam was laying on his bed reading. Nick had bought him some books. He kept trying to reason with himself that Nick was a nice guy. He hadn't done anything to make him think otherwise. So, why did he? His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. He looked up to see Bob.

"Whatcha doing?" Bob asked.

"Reading," Sam answered. He sat up. He felt a little less vulnerable that way.

"You know, since Nick's been back, you've kind of been getting an attitude. Haven't called me sir once."

"Sorry, sir," Sam said.

"Nick went out for a while."

"I didn't hear the car."

Bob rolled his eyes. Kid was too observant for his own good. "He's walking the property. He'll be awhile."

"Stand up."

Sam stood up, but only because he wanted to. He didn't think Bob would dare do too much to him with Nick close by.

Bob grabbed the blankets off the bed and then pulled off the sheet. He cut it into strips. "Lie down."

Sam started backing towards the door instead. Bob grabbed him and threw him on the bed. He tied one of Sam's wrists to the bedpost and then the other.

"Don't! Leave me alone!" Sam yelled.

Downstairs Lucifer heard the yelling. It wasn't time yet. Sam had to be good and scared and desperate to be saved first.

"Shut up," Bob said and used one of the strips to gag Sam with. Then he moved to the bottom of the bed and tied each one of Sam's ankles to the bottom posts. Lucky the couple they were possessing had had a kid about Sam's age. They had killed him of course. It would have been too complicated otherwise.

Bob took his knife and slit Sam's t-shirt from top to bottom. Then he took off his belt and started whacking Sam in the stomach with it. He grunted behind the gag with each hit.

He hit Sam 100 times in three minutes. He was bored with that and he took out his knife and held it up to Sam's throat. He knew he couldn't kill Sam, but Sam didn't. He smiled as Sam's breathing got faster and his eyes got big.

"I'm going to take the gag off so we can talk. You won't yell will you?"

Sam shook his head.

Bob slid the knife away from his throat and up Sam's jawline and cut away the gag. He hoped Nick would come in soon, because he was getting sick of this. It was no fun torturing someone if you could only go so far.

He leaned down and kissed Sam. It was disgusting, but the good part was that it was disgusting for Sam, but wouldn't further hurt him to the point that he might be seriously injured.

"Did you like that, Sammy?" Bob asked, knowing that's what his dad and brother called him.

Sam recoiled at his special name from this guy. "No," he whispered.

"Then I guess I'll have to move on," he said. He unbuttoned Sam's jeans and pulled them down.

Sam's eyes got even wider. He had heard about this. "No," he whimpered as Bob started to grab him down there.

The door flung open. Bob turned around and Sam watched as Nick shot him. Sam saw Sharon run past Nick, screaming. "Bob. How could you do this?" she turned to Nick.

Nick shot her, too.

"Are you OK?" Nick asked Sam.