Once again I have taken Dialogue from and episode and twisted it for my own purposes. It is from Season 2 Episode 21(All hell breaks loose pt.1)
When we left off, Sam was sick and Azazel called Dean to come and get Sam. Sam ran away and Azazel captured Sam for a few days teaching him not to run away from John again. Sam was made to believe he wasn't a Winchester and he was abused by the demon and his kids. John and Bobby had shown up and the whole family was reunited. They were going to head to Bobby's to recover!
"Dad I'm sorry please. Oww I was angry oww I really didn't wish oww please sir, that you weren't my oww dad." Sammy was crying out and thrashing in his sleep like trying to escape the pounding of a belt.
Dean and John both snapped awake as Bobby was running in from the living room where he slept on the couch with Bones. Bones jumped on the bottom of the bed and laid his head on Sam's feet and whimpered. John felt Sam's head and his fever had spiked again. They needed to get it down and try another antibiotic on him. John wished that Bobby's wasn't around 21 hours away. Sam didn't need to travel but they needed to get him out of here and get to Bobby's.
"Sammy, it's okay wake up. Come on tiger, daddy's here." John says trying to wake Sam up and wiping the tears from his face. While Dean rubs circles on Sam's back.
Sam wakes up and slowly tries to open his eyes. His head is pounding as he tries to push himself up off of the bed and falls back down. "Sir, I'm sorry." Sam chokes out because he has throat is sore. "Sorry I said I wish you weren't my dad. I..I…I was…" John cut him off
"Sammy, look at me. It's Dean, Uncle Bobby and me. Your dad isn't Don Winchell. You're Samuel Winchester. Come on tiger, open your eyes."
"No," Sam said shaking his head. "If I do you'll be gone and I'll get a whipping."
"Sammy, come on you little bitch open your eyes. Quit fooling around."
"Dean there's no reason to cuss at your brother!" John admonished.
"Yeah Jerk, leave me alone." Sammy turned his head looked up at Dean and smiled.
"I knew I could get you to open your eyes. How ya feeling?" Dean moved his hand up to rub Sam's hair.
"I feel like you look Dean, like shit," Sammy smiled then looked sheepishly up at his dad and Uncle Bobby. "Sorry"
"At least you still have a sense of humor brat." Dean laughed ruffling Sam's hair.
"Your fever is up again kiddo we need to get you into the bath to get it down." John says carding his fingers through Sammy hair.
"Why are we still here sir?" Sammy asks looking around. "You promised me we would leave and we're still here why? I want to leave!"
"Calm down son, you still being here is my fault Sammy." Bobby says from the doorway. "I went out and got some food and when I got back here, Bones was the only one awake. So, I put your dinner in the fridge and Bones and I ate. I figured all of you needed the sleep, sorry tiger."
"It's okay but can we leave today?"
"Yes." All three of them answered Sam at once.
Sam was bombarded with the memories. His head felt like it was being beaten by a hammer. He winced and closed his eyes tight. He was shivering because he was so cold and his throat hurt badly. John checked his temperature and decided that they needed to get him to the bath now.
"Sammy, we need to get you in the tub so we can get your fever down before we head out. We'll try to make it half way today and the other half tomorrow, but no promises. It depends on you temperature and your comfort in the car."
"So if I don't get hot and my ass isn't too sore to sit on, we can go at least half way?"
"Yes but right now we need to get you into the bath." Dad explained. Then to Dean he ordered, go get Sam's pills ready."
"Yes sir." Dean shot up and ran to the kitchen. He knew he and his dad still have yet to have the 'conversation' about Dean ignoring orders and doing whatever he wanted, so he was doing everything asked without question.
He came back in and gave the pills to his dad and left so Sammy could take them. Dean walked over to his Uncle Bobby asked him,
"Uncle Bobby can we talk a minute?"
"Sure follow me." Bobby answered.
Dean wasn't sure if he was in trouble with his uncle or not. He closed his eyes, let out a breath and followed him. Bobby noticed that Dean seemed troubled about something and wondered what he'd done to deserve it this time.
"What's on your mind son?" Bobby questioned.
"I just wanted to apologize to you."
"For what Dean?"
"You told me to do something and I didn't do it and wanted you to know I was sorry and would take whatever punishment you wanted to give me."
"What was it you didn't do Dean?"
"You asked me to clean the cabin. I started to, honest I did. It's just that being way back in the bathroom seemed so far away from Sam and I couldn't stand it. I kept coming back here to check on him. I had to see him again, and then when he fell asleep dad was feeling bad so we talked and next thing I know its morning and Sam is having a nightmare. I'm really sorry sir."
"I accept your apology and I understand your feelings. I kept coming in and watching the three of you sleep to make sure that my family was alright. As far as punishment goes…" Bobby turned Dean and gave him one firm swat and smiled at Dean, "Do as I tell you to next time boy, understand?"
Dean smiled up at his Uncle and answered, "Yes sir thanks Uncle Bobby."
"You're welcome. The way I see it, you're in for a hell of a 'talk' with your daddy in the near future so we're good."
"Yeah, I'm not looking forward to that but I know its coming. I'll help you get this place cleaned up before we take off."
"Sounds good now go see if your daddy needs some help with Sam while I get us some grub."
"Yes sir," Dean says accepting a one armed squeeze from his Uncle.
Dean went back into the bedroom and watched his dad trying to get Sam to swallow the other pill. If Sam didn't need it so badly this would be quite funny. But since his fever was getting out of control, it was important for Sam to swallow the pill.
"Samuel Joseph I know it hurts but it will only get worse if you don't take the pills. I could end up having to take you to the hospital and with the condition your backside is in, CPS would get involved and you would be taken away from us. I have no problem taking you to be seen if that is the only way to get you better, you being okay is my main concern but I would rather not have to deal with it if you can get better by taking these pills."
"Okay daddy, it just hurts so much to swallow." Sam said as he took the pills from his dad's hand and swallowed them.
"Good boy, I promise to give them to you before the other one wears off so it won't hurt so much Deal?"
"Deal, thanks dad." Sam mumbled as he lay back on his side with his head in Dad's lap.
Bobby stuck his head in the doorway, "Johnny, I'm going to get some breakfast, do you need anything while I'm out?"
"Some Gatorade or something like that because I don't think Sam will eat much and we don't want dehydration as another problem to deal with. Thank Bobby."
"No problem John. Sammy is there anything besides broth that you want to try and eat?"
"No thank you sir, broth's fine."
"Okay I'll be back as soon as I can, Dean try to finish what you started yesterday only if your dad doesn't need your help. Got it?
"Yes sir I will and I got it."
John gives Dean a disapproving look and asks, "What was that about Dean?"
"Well, Uncle Bobby asked me to do something yesterday and I didn't finish it because I came in here to check on Sam then I talked to you and fell asleep next to you and Sam."
"What did he ask you to do?"
"Clean up, he had promised Mr. Rufus that the place would be clean and asked me to work on it while he got the food."
"What did you get done?"
"The bathroom."
"I see."
"Dad, I already apologized to him and we had a little talk for not doing it. It was just too hard to not see Sammy. I'm sorry but it's really hard not to physically be able to look at him right now." Dean said. He didn't want his dad any angrier than necessary so he didn't tell him that Uncle Bobby lightly swatted him once
"I know it's because I'm so cute. I could be a model jerk." Sam joked.
"Yeah you little bitch. You'd look good in heels!"
"Boy's." John yelled and got their attention. "Sammy, I'm glad you're feeling good enough to joke. Dean could you go run the bath, then start cleaning in here. I'll get Sam settled in the chair while we eat then when this place is cleaned back up, we'll start our journey to Sioux Falls."
"Yes sir," Dean said as he turned to leave.
"Sammy, how do you want to do this?" Sam looked up into his father's eyes, "You need to soak in the tub to get your fever down. Last night Dean held you; do you need him to do that again? And don't tell me no because of your pride, none of us will ever mention anything bad to you about all you're going through right now. So honestly do you need help?"
Sammy closed his eyes and looked at the floor and said, "Yes sir, I need help."
Dad rubbed his hair to offer his support and asked, "Me or Dean again?"
"If you help me, will Dean keep cleaning so we can leave sooner?"
"Yes that sounds like a plan. If that's what you want. I'll leave your T-shirt on like yesterday"
Dean comes to tell them that the water is ready and overhears their conversation and interrupts them, "Dad, I have an idea, but I need to run to the Impala to get something that will help Sammy. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure but make it snappy, I want to be back in the living room before Bobby gets here with the food."
"Yes sir, I'll be right back." Dean hollers as he runs out the door.
He got to the Impala, opened the trunk and dug for the small bag of items left from their childhood. He grabs the item he is looking for and runs back to the cabin. He quickly goes into the bedroom and hands the item to his dad. Sam looks up at it and then back at Dean and says,
"Dean, that is an awesome idea, now I can sit by myself and not have to bit on the hard bottom of the tub. Thanks." He smiles at his big brother filling Dean's with pride.
"Yeah son, great idea. Now you get to blow it up!" Dad says and hands the swimming ring back to his oldest son.
"Aw Dad, I just ran to the Impala and back." Dean implored then looked into the unmoving, unsympathetic eyes of his father, ripped open the package and quickly added, "But I'd do anything for Sammy."
"I thought you'd see it my way." Dad laughed.
Dean made quick work of cleaning. He did the bedroom and packed Sammy's stuff up while he did it. Bones let Dean know that it was time for his breakfast even if it wasn't time for Deans. So, Dean fed Bones. Since the humans still had to eat, he moved on to the kitchen, cleaning out the fridge and doing the dishes. He continued cleaning the cupboard and moved on to the living room.
Dad got Sam into the bathroom and helped him get in the tub. The swim ring Dean found worked great and Sam was able to be in the tub without help. John stayed with his son and worked to get his fever down. Sam was starting to feel better and better the lower his temperature got. As John was helping him get out of the tub he decided it was time to bring up a subject that certainly was going to be uncomfortable but it was necessary.
"Sammy, I know this isn't something that you want to do but you need to let me look at the damage Azazel did to you."
"Okay….No wait you want to look at my butt? No way not happening dad come on please don't make me." Sam was so visibly upset that he was rambling on and on. "No dad I don't want you to see.. Please dad please." Tears started rolling down Sammy's cheeks.
"Sammy, calm down son." John grabs Sam and holds him tight.
Sam instantly melts into his dad and calms down. John drops a kiss on his head and starts quietly talking to his son.
"Listen Sam, I know he hurt you, I can see the damage to your thighs and I know you were bleeding. I need to check to make sure that none of it's infected. If it looks bad, I may need to clean some of them. I don't want this to upset you and nobody but you and I will know okay?"
"Dad, I don't want you to see."
John guessed he had to be the bad guy so to relive Sam's anxiety about the situation he would just treat it like he was about to spank Sam. It isn't like he hasn't seen Sam's bare backside before.
"Alright Sam, enough talk, drop the towel, hands on the edge of the tub and bend over."
"Sir?" Sam asked thinking his dad was going to spank him the way he ordered him to bend over. This wouldn't be the first time Sam was spanked this way.
John knew that Sam would think he was going to get his ass handed to him, but he needed to check for infection and if his son had to think he was the biggest asshole then so be it. John looked Sam in the eye and ordered,
"I said drop the towel and bend over with your hands on the edge of the bathtub, now." He added forcefully.
Sam couldn't believe he was in trouble already. He guessed his dad had decided he was going to spank Sam for all of this mess after all. With shaking hands he dropped the towel and bent over with his hands on the edge of the tub. It took all of John's resolve not to breakdown or gasp at the sight of Sam's backside. John really felt like an ass when he noticed Sam was shaking and had tears rolling down his cheeks. But, he hardened his heart knowing that this could get so much worse if Sam got an infection and did his fatherly duty.
Sam stayed in position awaiting a swat that would never come. He knew anything he got when his ass was this sore would hurt like hell! John walked behind Sam and rested his hand on Sam's back. Sam tensed and wanted to call out to Dean to stop his dad. John could see that while Azazel caused a lot of damage, the broken skin was just thin lines and none of them looked infected. There however was one pretty deep one. John grabbed the Mercurochrome and started putting it on the marks. Sam didn't know what to think when he expected a swat and got a cold sensation run across his backside. He flinched.
"Hold still until I finish." John admonished. "Sammy, I'm not going to spank you, this is a disinfectant so you don't get an infection. There's one that looks bad but its not infected and I want it to stay that way. I had to get you to let me see the damage and it isn't like I haven't seen this side of you many times before."
"Sorry I feel so self conscious about it. You've seen my backside more times than I care to count, I just didn't want you to see the way it is now."
"Why Sammy? I don't understand." John asked.
"Because I knew it would upset you and it was my actions that caused all of this mess and you shouldn't have to suffer because of my mistake."
"Sammy, you didn't deserve this for running away. Would I have handed you your ass, hell yes but this was torture? You would never in your life do anything to warrant this type of punishment." John explained. "Yes, this upsets me why wouldn't it? You are my son and while we might not always get along, I still love you."
"I know dad, I love you too and I'm sorry."
"No need getting into this right now." John said finishing up with the Mercurochrome. "We'll have a long talk about this but not now. Not until you are 100% better."
"So I have to wait to be punished?" Sam asked taking the sweats from his dad. "Are you going to spank me?"
"Yes you have to wait. No, you're not going over my knee for this one." John stated waiting on Sam to finish dressing. "Now don't think that means that I'm never going to spank you again because that isn't reality. I just think for this offence, you have had enough of this form of physical punishment."
They headed towards the door when Sam suddenly realized what his dad meant, turned and said, "Oh man, this form means? That means you're going to make me do extra training and laps aren't you?"
"Why yes Sammy, yes I am. You're going to run the mile so fast by the time your punishment is up that my head is going to spin." John laughed.
"Don't try to be funny dad, because you aren't and that just makes the whole situation so very very sad." Sam said laughing. "Now I on the other hand, I'm hilarious."
John ruffled Sammy's hair and they were both laughing when they came back into the living room. Sam was leaning against his dad as John helped get him into the chair on his side so he would be comfortable and be able to eat when Bobby got back with the food. Dean was finishing the sweeping and smiled at his brother and father as they entered the room.
"Dean go take a shower and get ready for the drive. Once you're done, you can redo the bathroom, which should just be a touch up since you did it last night."
"Yes sir," Dean responded. "The only thing I left in the kitchen is the food in the fridge from last night's dinner. Then, after I do the bathroom, all we need to do is clean up after our selves in there." He said pointing to the living room. Then he turned to his little brother and told him, "Sammy, I packed for you but I wasn't sure if you had "anything" stashed like you usually do."
"Only under the mattress and pillow, wait there is a gun under the painting and another in the coffee table. That is if Azazel didn't get them first."
Dean gathered up the weapons and put them in Sam's pack and headed to do as his dad requested and shower. He went about it quickly and got dressed and was just finishing up when he heard Uncle Bobby come back with the food. He walked out to see that Sam appeared to be asleep in the chair.
"Dad, he needs to eat are you going to wake him up?"
"I'm just resting Dean, I'm awake."
"Good you need to drink the broth. It'll be good for you!"
They all dug in and made quick work of their food, at least the ones that missed dinner did. They were pleased to see Sammy drink all of his broth and drink a lot of the Gatorade. After he finished, Sam fell asleep while the others made short work of cleaning and packing the cabin. Dean noticed that Sam started to toss and turn slightly on the chair.
"Dad, I think Sammy's having another nightmare."
"It's to be expected for a while. It may happen a lot for much longer than we're going to want them to. We just need to be there to support him and get him through them." John informed Dean.
"Johnny, it doesn't look like a bad one yet. Why don't you stay in here and finish the living room so you can be near him." Bobby suggested.
"Okay good idea thanks. We should be ready to head out soon." John answered Bobby and told Dean, "Son why don't you take our stuff to the Impala, so we can just load people in the truck to drive us to it?"
"Okay dad," Dean replied. "Anything of yours you want in the truck instead of the Impala?"
"No, if I think of something we can always switch things at a rest stop." John suggested. "Now go so we can put this place behind us!"
Sammy was fidgeting in his sleep. John went over and rubbed his head and he calmed down for a minute. John went back to cleaning up after breakfast and didn't notice when Sammy visibly got agitated. He was in full REM sleep and was have a full blown nightmare!
"Sammy boy, so nice of you to join me," Azazel smiled down at the shocked boy. "I guess the connection I established between us worked."
"Azazel, what the hell do you want?" Sam yelled.
"Sammy my boy is that anyway to talk to your daddy?"
"You're not my daddy and you'll never be! Where am I?" Sam looked around and didn't notice anything in particular. He was standing in a field. "How did I get here?"
"I'm here to check on you, make sure you are okay and don't think of running away again."
"Leave me the fuck alone. I'll never run away again."
Azazel didn't say anything he just reached for his belt. Sam cringed and begged,
"No I'm sorry, don't please, I can't take another whipping please. I won't be disrespectful anymore."
"Okay since you're still bruised and bleeding from our last "family" meeting, I'll let it slide this one time. But be warned, mess with me again and you or one of you family members is going to FEEL my disappointment. Do you understand me son?"
Sam cringed at the word son but he agonizingly said, "Yes sir."
What do you say you and I take a little walk? Azazel says as he leads Sam outside.
"You're awfully quiet, Sam. You're not mad at me, are you?
"I'm gonna tear you to shreds, I swear to—"
Azazel chuckles, "When you wake up, tiger, and feel better you give it your best shot"
"Where's my family?"
"Quit worrying about them, worry more about yourself."
"Why? You gonna kill me?" Sammy asks.
"I'm trying to help you. That's why we're talking. You're the one I'm rooting for."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Welcome to the Miss America pageant This is a competition. Eventually you are going to have to fight my other kids and only one of you crazy kids is gonna make it out of here alive."
"I thought we were supposed to be—"
"Soldiers in a coming war? That's true. You are. But here's the thing: I don't need soldiers. I need soldier. I just need the one."
"Why?"
"Well, I couldn't just come out and say that, could I, Sam? I had to let everyone think they had a fighting chance. But what I need is a leader."
"To lead who?"
"Oh, I've already got my army. Or I will soon, anyway."
"You son of a bitch".
"I'm looking for the best and brightest of your generation.
"My generation?"
"Well, there's other generations, but let's just worry about yours. That's why I'm here, Sam. I wanna give you the inside track. You're tough. You're smart. You're well-trained, thanks to your daddy. Sam –- Sammy –- you're my favorite son. You're young and already getting your gifts. I can train you to be the leader of my army for sure."
"You ruined my life. You killed my mom and turned my dad into a hunter and now Dean and I are soldiers. I just want to be normal!"
"The cost of doing business, I'm afraid. I needed you sharp on the road, honing your skills. Your gifts."
"What about my mom?"
"That was bad luck."
"Bad luck?"
"She walked in on us. Wrong place, wrong time."
"What does that mean?"
" It wasn't about her. It was about you. It's always been about you."
"What?"
"Well…okay. You caught me in a charitable mood. I'll show you."
The demon snaps his fingers, and he and Sam are suddenly in Sam's nursery, back on the night Mary died.
"Look familiar? It should."
"Sam watches his six-month-old self crying in his crib, while the Yellow-Eyed Demon from the past stands over him all those years ago."
" Relax, Sam, this is just a hi-def instant replay. Enjoy the show." Present day Azazel tells Sam.
Mary Winchester enters the room, looking tired.
"John?" Mary says.
"Mom!" Sam yells but he is invisible to her.
"Is he hungry?" Mary can't hear Sam.
"Shh." Past Azazel says.
" Okay" Mary leaves.
"Wait, Mom. Mom!" Sam yell
"What did I just tell you, Sam? She can't hear you. This isn't real." Present day Azazel admonishes.
They watch as the Past Azazel slices his own wrist with his nail. He drips some of the blood onto Baby Sam's mouth.
"What the hell are you doing to me? So this is how I got your blood in me?"
"Better than mother's milk."
"So this does this mean I have demon blood in me? Right?"
The demon chuckles.
" Answer me!" Sam bellows.
Mary suddenly rushes back into the room. The demon from the past turns to her, revealing his colored eyes.
"It's you."
"She knew you?" Sam questioned.
Mary begins to walk closer, but the Past yellow eyed demon forces her against the wall. They watch as she slowly moves up the wall, until she is pinned to the ceiling.
"No! No!" Sam wakes up screaming. Bones jumps on his lap and tries to protect him.
"It's okay Sammy, wake up. Daddy's here." John says as he runs in from outside to check on his son.
"Sorry sir," Sam mumbles.
"Hey, you good this time? You know you're a Winchester not a Winchell?" John questions.
"Yes sir, I'm okay this time." Sam lied. "I didn't mean to scare you."
'But I'm freaking the fuck out and can't even talk about it. Did you know that mom knew Azazel?' Sam thinks to himself as he pets Bones. At least now he can blame his outbursts in his sleep on being hurt and sick. What's he going to do later on?
"Okay, we're about ready to head to Uncle Bobby's." John explained. "You just sit there and rest while we get the rest of the stuff loaded."
"Okay dad," Sam sat back and acted like he was trying to relax. But his heart was racing and so was his mind. "Hey dad, what are we going to do with Bones?"
Bobby walked in at that exact moment and overheard Sammy's question.
"Johnny, if you don't care, Bones can come to my house. I haven't gotten a dog to replace Sampson yet and Bones seems to be a member of the family. I mean hell; I slept with him on the first night." Bobby winked at Sammy.
Sammy laughed, "Uncle Bobby, that doesn't sound right." He turns to John and begs, "Can we take him with us dad? That way I can see him when we visit."
"Yes, but when you're better, you get to clean out the interior of my truck!"
"I can do that as soon as we get there dad." Dean stated.
"Okay, I can live with that and now Uncle Bobby will have some company on the road. Now, do we have everything ready?"
"Yep, you two head out since you have to walk about a mile. I'll double check the place and give Sam his meds. Then I'll load Sam and Bones up and meet you at the Impala." Bobby suggested.
"Okay Dean, let's head out. Tiger, we'll meet you at the car. Take your medicine so your fever stays down and pain is less. We have a long trip ahead of us!"
"Yes sir, see you at the car."
Bobby let Bones out with orders to run and take care of business because they had a long trip ahead of them. Then he got Sam's pills out and went and got the rest of the Gatorade. Sam didn't want to take the pain pills for fear he would sleep and see Azazel again, but he promised so he took them without complaint.
Dean and John headed to the Impala. This was the first time they had been alone since Dean disobeyed him. John decided that he should let Dean know that he isn't off the hook and he will get the promised punishment. He hates to have to follow through with it but it could have been a trap and he could be burying one or both of his sons instead of getting them to Bobby's so he couldn't let this slide. Dean was wondering when he was going to feel dad's wrath too.
"Dean, we need to talk."
"Yes sir, I figured it was about that time." Dean said stopping near a fallen tree. "Are we going for round one now?"
"No, not until Bobby's I want you to take care of Sammy and I don't need you both squirming in the backseat. I just wanted you to know it's still coming and ask you if you remember what I said your punishment was going to entail."
"Well, first I was rude, disrespectful, I cussed at you, and drove too fast, and then I disobeyed a direct order and went in after Azazel and his kids. You promised me a dance for the first few alone. But add the direct disobedience and putting my life in danger, you promised me a weekly date with you belt for a month or longer if you see fit. Did I about get that right?"
"You got is right and our first dance will be after we get Sam situated at Bobby's. You can also expect some extra training and miles and I think some detailed research. I'll find a big project for you and Sam to work on together. So we clear?"
"Crystal clear sir."
"Okay let's get this show on the road." John said.
They met Bobby, Sam and bones at the car. They got Sam as comfortable as they could get him in the backseat. He wanted Dean to sit with him so he did. Sam laid his head in Dean's lap as the pills kicked in and Sam drifted off to sleep. John and Bobby drove back to interstate 40 and headed back the way they had come with one destination in mind, the only place they call home, Sioux Falls South Dakota.