John and Bobby had talked earlier and they determined that Denver would be the half-way point, or about as close as they could get to the half-way point. Bobby mixed a sleeping pill in with Sam's antibiotic and pain pill. They needed him to sleep as long as possible so they could hopefully make it to Denver. They had just eaten and they stopped to gas up and put as many miles between flagstaff and them as they could get.

Dean was so happy to have his brother back in his arms again that he didn't mind that Sam's weight was putting his legs to sleep. He couldn't keep his eyes off Sammy. He really studied his little brother's face. Sam looked rough. Dean felt bad for him and all that he had endured. He thought Sam deserved to be punished for running away and scaring them all half to death, but nobody deserved this, especially his baby brother.

Bobby was following the Impala glad that his family was all safe and accounted for. He saw Dean studying his baby brother through the back window and was relieved that he hadn't walked right into a demon trap. He knew John would make sure Dean was punished for that but he didn't appreciate the feeling of dread he felt until he knew Dean was okay. It was the same feeling he had once he found out Sam was missing until they found him.

Bobby sensed his blood pressure rising from the renewed anger he was feeling. He decided that if he was going to punish Sammy for running away and putting himself in a dangerous situation, he was going to punish Dean too. He wouldn't raise a hand, or spoon to either one of them but he would let Dean do extra chores, write some lines, copy some Latin and do some extensive research for any hunter that needed some help for the next few months right along side of his little brother. Bobby decided that it what's good for Dean would be good for Sam too. He knew they would be inseparable for a while anyway and they could blame him so they wouldn't be embarrassed or feel "girly."

John was an emotional mess right now. He was so happy to have Sammy back safe and sound that he kept looking in the rearview mirror to make sure this was real and not just another dream. He was also torn about how to react to what each of his son's did. They had both been reckless and endangered their lives and that he couldn't and wouldn't let slide. He knew he wouldn't spank Sam because of what Azazel had done to his son. If Azazel hadn't been in the picture at all and they had found Sam safe and sound, he would definitely wear his backside out, but Azazel was in the picture and the bastard hurt his baby boy. Sam wouldn't be getting a spanking from anyone for this infraction, nor would he get a spanking for anything in the near future.

Then there was Dean. John knows Dean was driven by the need to get to Sammy. He can totally understand the burning desire to make sure Sam was alright but he can't get the picture of the possibility that Azazel was setting Dean up and Dean getting hurt or killed because of not following orders out of his mind. All that aside, he probably would've let some of what he'd done slide. Like the driving fast, the rudeness but the blunt disrespect and cussing earned him a dance then adding the disobeying a direct order, took things up another notch. He can't let Dean get away with it especially since it could have ended badly. Wither it's the right or wrong thing to do as a father, he and Dean are going to "talk" and Dean will find sitting very difficult when they were finished!

With that, John was done thinking about it and fretting about his decision. Although Dean did what he did for the right reasons, he just went about it in totally the wrong way and for that reason, he was going to feel John's belt. The rest of his and come to think of it Sam's punishments would come at a later time. They were both grounded until the he was sick of their faces and that wouldn't be happening anytime soon, so the rest could be added in time. He wanted to talk to Bobby about his ideas for the boys too. John decided it would be best to talk it out with Bobby and present a united front. He almost laughed thinking of him and Bobby raising the boys "together" but didn't want to explain to Dean what made him chuckle.

Dean was happy to see that Sam was sleeping hard. He hadn't budged for the last two hours. He really needed it to heal in all ways. He was bored in the back seat and hearing Sam sleep, made Dean drift off to sleep too. About two hours later, Sam started to jerk in his sleep.

"Samuel Winchell get your ass in here." His dad yelled.

'He's not my dad, I'm a Winchester, and John's my dad not Don." Sam kept repeating over and over.

"Samuel Joseph Winchell if you don't get you ass in here in ten seconds, drop 'em and get over the couch, I'm getting the strop!"

"Oh God, what do I do? Which one is real? Come on Sammy wake up, please wake up!" Sam tried hard to jerk himself awake but when he couldn't, he ran to the living and got into position. He was past the ten second and wasn't surprised to see his dad/ Don Winchell walk in carrying the strop. He closed his eyes and prepared for the first lick to land as his dad walked around to where he was and raised it in the air.

Dean woke with a jump and noticed that Sammy was in distress and knew he was having a nightmare. He gently leaned over and started talking to Sam while rubbing his back saying,

"Sammy, come on dude wake up for me please. I've got you nothing is going to get you." Dean gave Sammy a gentle shake so he didn't startle him. "Hey little bitch come on time to wake up. It's just a bad dream nothing going to get to you right now."

"Thanks jerk. I'm thirsty." Sammy said as he opened his eyes in relief. 'I wish nothing could get me but I know Azazel still can.' Sammy was thinking.

"How are you feeling Son?" John asked.

"My head hurts and my throat is a little sore and dry right now, but once I get this drink in me I'll be better!"

"Dean, how's his temperature?"

"Feels like he's starting to get a little hot, maybe we should stop for a little while and get some more meds in him." Dean explained.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll call Bobby. We're close to half way to where we want to get to before we stop. We can get some food, fuel, and fever fighter."

"Corny dad but good try." Sam laughed.

"Wow, there is no other words to describe that except, Wow." Dean added.

"I guess it's a good thing I'm going to be spending some extra time with you both so I can teach you something about humor and when to appreciate it."

Sam looked up at Dean and mouthed, "Oh God, help us!" Dean busted out laughing!

"Son you are so lucky you're sick!"

"Sorry sir." Sammy laughed.

John called Bobby and they pulled over at the next exit and pulled to the pump and got their gas. They parked and got out. Bobby got bones some food and water and hooked his leash to the truck to give him some time to eat and do his business. John gave Dean a sideways look when he grabbed a backpack but didn't say anything. They went into the restaurant. John and Bobby went to pay for the gas. The boys hit the bathroom first and found a round booth in a corner. Sam was about to slide in when Dean stopped him

"Wait just a second Sammy." Dean opened the backpack and took the pillow he'd stuffed in there out and motioned for Sam to sit on it.

Dean had chosen the corner booth so nobody could see Sammy sitting on a pillow. He tried to make sure his baby brother was comfortable. Sam looked up at his big brother, smiled and mouthed Thank you. Dean was a little concerned because Sammy looked rough. So, he slid closer to Sam and wrapped his arm around him and pulled Sammy so he was leaning against him. It said volumes as to how bad Sammy was feeling as he didn't even fight it. He graciously leaned on his brother's shoulder content and closed his eyes to rest.

The waitress came and took their order. Dean of course had to flirt with her because she was cute. Sam decided to pull a joke on Dean while he was ordering and take full advantage of being sick and getting away with stuff. He started pinching Dean, not hard just enough to annoy him and see if Dean could keep a straight face and order. Sam was faking being asleep and almost laughed out loud when Dean ordered a CHEESE burger. Sam wasn't getting the desired response, so he stepped it up a notch, pinched harder and Dean responded. As soon as the waitress left John, Bobby and Sam all started laughing. Dean turned to his brother, pushed him back so he could see his face and said,

"Dude what the hell? What was that for?"

"I thought it would be funny to get you back for all the times in our lives that you did something like that to me. Now quit moving I was comfortable." Sam punched Dean in the shoulder and dean wrapped his arm back around Sammy and pulled him close once again.

"Dad," Sammy said without opening his eyes and looking at the man.

"Yeah tiger what do you need?"

"I just wanted to say, I hope you don't expect me to drink the hot tea you ordered because it isn't going to happen." Sam told his dad acting like he had a choice in the matter. If John said you're drinking tea then you're drinking tea.

"As a matter of fact, yes you are. I'm going to add stuff to it that will help with your sore throat and help you rest and you're going to drink every last drop!"

"I'm sick and you're going to torture me and make me drink tea. This is totally wrong, for the record."

"Duly noted son but you will drink it all!"

Dean gave Sam a slight pinch to encourage him to answer. "Yes sir I understand that I have to drink all the nasty stuff you force upon me!"

"Quit being such a drama queen bitch." Dean whispered.

"Fine jerk I will."

The stuff John added to the tea a little honey, lemon, a little big a whiskey. He mixed it on the seat so nobody could see what he was doing. He handed the mug to Sam and told him to sip on it but drink it all. Sam instantly tasted the alcohol and looked up at his dad. John just smiled and nodded his head indicating that Sam was to drink it all. The more Sam drank the better his throat felt.

"Try to drink it all before the food comes. I want you to try to eat something besides broth. I ordered you some soup, mashed potatoes, Jell-O and pudding. I wanted you to have a variety and try to eat as much of it as you can."

"Thanks dad, it sounds good. I'm really hungry and this crap is helping my throat feel better so I might be able to eat some."

"I'm glad that you're enjoying it so much. I guess I'll have to make you another one tonight for dinner."

"How did you get that I'm enjoying it from what I said."

"Didn't you know Sammy that Dad's have selective hearing? I heard "thank you dad, my throat feels better." Isn't that what you said?"

"Yes but I said other things too."

"So we agree you said it so you get another one tonight just like I said. Geez you act like there's a problem. Bobby can you understand kids these days?"

Bobby laughed, "Oh no you don't John and you aren't bringing me into this one."

They were all laughing as the waitress brought the food. She just smiled at them. Sammy, who never really drank anything before, was feeling the effects of the Whiskey got a little giggly. The sound of Sam giggling warmed the hearts of his family gathered around him. All felt right in the world again. Sam was really hungry and ate all of the food that was brought to him. But, by the time everyone was done, Sam was very sleepy and leaned against Dean again. This time he fell asleep.

Dean slid Sam to John, who got a strange look on his face then smiled when he noticed the pillow. John carried Sammy to the car while Dean packed the pillow back into the back pack. Bobby paid the bill and went to check on bones. John decided he wanted to sit with Sammy for a while. He needed to hold his son for comfort. So Dean helped him settle in was about to get behind the wheel when his Uncle asked him,

"Dean, could you run bones around the lot a few times to let him exercise a little bit."

"Sure thing Uncle Bobby." Dean said grabbing Bone's leash and running.

Bobby went over to the Impala and looked in at Sam and John and smiled. John in not a small man and to see him crammed in the back seat so he could be near his youngest son was a sight for sore eyes. Sam was curled in John's lap sleeping soundly and John was carding his finger through Sam's hair. Bobby leaned against the Impala and watched Dean and Bones jogging.

"You did a good thing letting them keep the dog Johnny." Bobby said through the open window.

"It wouldn't have been possible if you didn't agree to keep him at your place Singer. I won't take and animal on the road it not fair to the animal. And before you say it I know but I take my kids. Kids are different. They can go places that animals can't like a motel room."

"I've stopped fighting you about that long ago Winchester. It's not worth wasting my breath on anymore. I'm just saying that I can see you're trying and I'm damn proud to see it in you! Those boys love you as much as you love them and it's about time that some nice things came their way after all the bad they've seen. That's all I'm saying! So first exit passed Denver?"

"Yeah Bobby, sounds like a plan. I'll let Dean know. Bobby I just want you to know that I appreciate all you've done to help me and all you've done for my boys!"

"You know John, Family don't end with blood." Bobby said as he headed back to the truck.

They loaded up and headed back out hoping to make it to Denver before Sam started getting another fever or too restless. The Impala was the lead vehicle again but this time Dean was at the wheel. He tried to keep to a reasonable speed but it was so hard. He cranked up the music and just got so lost in the drive that he didn't hear his dad's phone ring.

He was jamming to "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC. That is until he felt the smack to the back of his head and turned down the music and looked at his dad in the review mirror and asked,

"Yes sir? Sorry about the volume!"

"Do you have a clue how fast you're driving?"

"No sir," Dean said biting his lip.

"Your Uncle Bobby just called me because he is barely keeping up with you. What's the speed limit on this road Dean? "

"Um, it's 70 sir."

"Do you want to tell me why you're going almost 90?"

I can't drive 55, by Sammy Hagar came over the speakers before Dean could answer. Sam, who was pretending to still be asleep to avoid getting in the middle of this conflict suddenly busted out laughing, Dean couldn't hold in his laughter in which started John laughing. Bobby saw the three of them laughing their heads off started laughing at the sight. He didn't even know why they were laughing but to see John go from serious angry face to rolling with laughter tickled Bobby.

"Sorry Dad, I'll apologize to Uncle Bobby next stop and I promise to drive no more than 5 miles over the speed limit."

"Make sure that you don't because we haven't even "talked" about your driving a few days ago." John informed Dean and turned to Sam when he got the "yes sir" he was waiting on from Dean. "How're you feeling tiger? Do you need anything?"

"I'm a little sore from being in the car but I'm fine. How much longer do we have?"

"No more than two hours."

"Could we please stop so I can use the bathroom?"

They pulled in and decided to top off the gas tanks so they could get an early start in the morning. John helped Sam in to the bathroom. Then he got him a drink and made him take some more meds. Sam was sick of sleeping but John made him take them anyway.

Dean found a few minutes when Bobby and he were alone. He walked over to him and looked him in the eye and told him,

"I'm sorry for driving so fast sir. I got so into the music and being behind the wheel that I got lost in thought. I promise to pay attention and not speed again."

"I accept you apology now, tell me what got you three laughing so hard?"

"Well, dad was laying into me and he asked me to tell him why I was driving so fast and before I could answer, the song "I can't drive 55" came on and Sammy busted out laughing and it was kind of contagious."

"I see. I guess I would've joined in too. I won't mention this any more if you keep your speed under control."

"Yes sir."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

"Dad, I just don't see what good it will do to keep visiting Sam Winchester." Meg stated.

"My darling daughter, Sammy Winchester has the potential to lead my army. He will be a great leader. Look at all he knows already and he is only twelve. He is being raised as a soldier already. Killing his mom was the best thing in the world for me. His daddy went nuts and because of it my little Sammy is on an early path to be the leader. With a little training and his submission to me, Sam might be able to master all of the gifts I have to offer. Then eventually we give him more of our blood and he will be unstoppable!"

"What are all of the gifts you can give Sam?"

"Premonitions, mind control, telekinesis, electrokinesis, superhuman strength and heart stopping touch. Plus little girl, if he continues training and submission, he will learn non-verbal mind control and be able to project images into someone else's head. Plus he will eventually gain the skills to control my army. He will be able to control demons and exorcise or kill them with his mind. I will control Sam Winchester and he will control my army!"

"Okay, I'll give it a shot, what do you need me to do?"

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

They loaded up and finished the drive to Denver. Surprisingly John let Dean drive the rest of the way. He tried to get Sam to talk a little about what happened but Sam told him it hurt to talk and he just wanted to lay here in his daddy's arms for a while. Sam drifted off to sleep, after about 30 minutes he started to twitch slightly. John didn't think much about it. He placed his right hand over Sam's heart and ran his hand through Sam's hair with his left. Too bad for Sam this didn't stop his nightmare.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Sam looked around and he was sitting in a field. He looked up and saw a horrible sight; Azazel was walking up to him.

"Sammy my boy, how're ya feeling?"

"Azazel, please leave me alone. I'm sick and thanks to you I'm sore."

"Oh Sammy, do you remember what I told you was going to happen if you didn't cooperate with me?"

"Yes, someone in my family or I would FEEL your anger." Sam answered him trying not to let his anger show!

"Okay, let's start over and you better be civil or else!" Azazel stated. "Sammy, good to see you again, how are you feeling?"

"I'm still sick, but on the mend and thanks to your punishment, I'm still very sore."

"Much better but we still need to work on your manners." Azazel smiled at Sammy. "We need to start training you too."

"I don't want to learn anything you have to teach me. I want nothing to do with you!" Sammy yelled.

"Shame shame shame Sammy boy. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for that one. Maybe you'll realize I mean what I say and listen to me the first time. Let's see who should get the punishment?"

"Give it to me. It's not my family's fault that I didn't listen!"

"I agree with you my boy, but you might listen quicker if it's someone else."

"No please," Sam begged as he started crying. "Give me one more chance. I'll do better."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Sam started to whine in John's lap. John kept rubbing his hand's through Sammy's hair and tried to sooth him by saying, "Shh, it's okay Sam. Daddy's here. I've got you tiger."

"Here is the chance you get." Azazel continued. "I have some exercises for you to do, if you do them without complaint and I see you continue with your lessons, I'll go easier on Dean."

"No not Dean, punish me please!"

"Quite the little martyr aren't you?" Azazel laughed. "You do exactly as I say from now on and I'll only punish you. Disrespect or disobey me again and you and Dean get punished. Do you UNDERSTAND me?"

"Yes sir," Sam uttered feeling defeated again.

"Okay then, well take care of you punishment first. It will be mild compared to what daddy Don usually gives you because I want you to be able to train for an hour or so." Azazel walks towards Sam and places a glowing finger on his temple.

Suddenly Sam is no longer in the field but nose to the corner of the room in Don's house.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

John tries harder to calm Sammy down. He can't get him to wake up and Sam is crying while yelling, "No, no no."

Dean keeps checking the mirror to see if Sam is okay. They're just this side of Denver and John decides they need to stop for the night.

"Dean, call Uncle Bobby and let him know we need to stop."

"Yes sir."

Dean grabs his phone and hit's speed dial number 2 and waits for Uncle Bobby to answer.

"Dean, what's wrong?"

"Sammy's having a bad nightmare and Dad says we need to stop."

"Okay, let me pass you. Just follow me and when we get where we're going, I'll get us some rooms." Bobby said feeling badly for their Sammy. He could hear him yelling through the phone.

"Yes sir."

They head for the nearest exit and hopefully some relief for Sammy.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Sam wants to turn and run but knows it wouldn't do any good. So, he stands in proper position and lets the tears fall. This is going to kill his already sore throat. He figures that he is going to be given the usual corner time which is about fifteen minutes. He was off by five minutes, because twenty minutes later he hears his bedroom door open and the distinct sound of Don Winchell's steel toed hiking boots. He hears the springs on the bed give way as the man, "his dad" sets down.

"Front and center Samuel!" Don barks.

Sam jumps at the harshness of the yell and as reluctant as he is, the voice produces an instant reaction in Sam and he runs to stand in front of the man. He is looking down at the tan and black hiking shoes trying to get his mind off of the spanking he knows is coming.

"Samuel, how many times do we have to have this conversation? When I tell you to do something, I expect you to follow my orders IMMEDIATELY! (Sam jumps.) Do I make myself clear?" Don asks.

"Yes sir." Sam replied sheepishly.

Sam expected to see Don stand and remove his belt. He was still sore but on the mend thanks to his dad. He didn't want this but he decided not to complain incase Azazel changed his mind and went after Dean. So, he stood patiently and waited for his next set of instructions.

"I still need you to be able to do as I want so I'll go a little easy on you this time. But if you disobey me again, I will spank you so hard you will be unable to train. Then I'll take Dean down a peg or two. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir I understand." Sam answered knowing there was nothing that could save him.

"Okay, for you first order, go get the hairbrush off of my dresser."

Sam let out a sigh and turned and let the room headed to Don's room. He saw the heavy wooden hairbrush on the dresser and his heart sunk. He didn't want to be accused of stalling and risk Dean getting into trouble so he picked it up and quickly went to stand in front of Don. He handed the brush to Don. Don lay the brush down beside him, scoot back a little on the bed and gave Sam these instructions,

"This is a lesson on obedience Sammy boy. Drop your sweats and boxers and get over my knee."

Sam did exactly what he was told. Then he closed his eyes and waited for the punishment to start. Don wasn't as hard on Sam as he'd been in the past. He warmed Sam up quickly using his hand, which didn't take much time as Sam was sore. Then he picked up the brush, tipped Sam forward for access to his sit spots and thighs.

"Eight," was all he said before he raise the brush and gave Sam two swats to each sit spot and thigh. Sam was sobbing.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Sam was sobbing in his sleep. John tried hard to wake him but he couldn't get him up. He held his son and rubbed his back whispering comforting words into his ears. John couldn't help the tears that were running down his cheeks at his son's distress. They pulled into a motel and Bobby directed them to rooms 102 and 103, adjoining rooms. John quickly handed Sam to Bobby so he could get out. Bobby hugged Sam tight but knew that John needed his baby back. Dean walked over to Sam and whispered in his ear,

"Come on you little bitch, wake up. You're with your family now. We're here to take care of you!" Then he kissed his head and turned to his dad, "I'll unload dad, you go take care of Sam. He felt a little warm but I don't know."

"Thanks ace, I appreciate you doing that." John told Dean while taking Sam back from Bobby. "Be quick, I don't want you out here too long. I'm not sure what's wrong with Sam and I want you both in my sight!"

"I'll stay with him John. We'll walk Bones and get him fed. You just worry about Sam. I've got Dean!"

"Thanks Bobby," John answered and turned to go inside.

"I'm going to salt the doors and windows first okay Uncle Bobby?"

"Good Idea I'll get one room you get the other. Then we can take a walk with Bones."

They make quick work of the salt and Dean grabbed the weapon's duffel and proceeded to place the guns and knives around both rooms in their usual places. The ones they have been taught since they were young.

"Johnny do you need anything before we take off?" Bobby asked.

"I need to hit the head if one of you sits with him."

They make sure John and Sammy are settled and protected as much as possible. The go out to the truck and get Bones and start their walk. Bobby sets Dean off on a run around a small field next to the motel.

"Just make a small circle; I don't want you close to the edge of the field. Too much going on right now and I don't want to risk it. But I want to run off some of that energy you have. Call this part of my punishment for all of the crap you've pulled recently. Run about 4 miles, I'll tell you when you can stop!"

"Yes sir," Dean smiled. "Sorry for all the trouble but I wouldn't change a thing I did."

"I know Dean now get your ass moving or do you need a little help with that?"

"I've got it covered, but thanks for the offer." Dean yelled as he was running away.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Sam lay over Don's knee totally spent. He was still sick and another spanking on his already sore backside hurt. He was trying to gather himself together when in the back of his mind; he heard his dad, Bobby and Dean offer comfort and support. This gave him the courage to reign in the tears and get off of Don's knee. He looked and saw that it was no longer Don but Azazel that sat on the bed. He looked up at him and said,

"Alright Azazel sir, what's next?" Sam asked wiping away the rest of his tears.

"Go get washed up and meet me in the kitchen."

Sam turned towards the bathroom. He washed his face to try and remove any trace that he had been crying. He snuck a look at his backside in the mirror it was really red but no bruising. Hopefully it wouldn't be red by the time his dad put that stuff on the one deep cut. He wouldn't know how to explain that one. He remembered that Azazel was waiting for him and hurried along to the kitchen.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

John sat with Sam and noticed that he had calmed down. He debated if he should try to wake him but decided against it. Whatever had upset Sam earlier had calmed down and Sam needed his rest. He was a little warm but nothing like he had been. John would monitor his temperature and wake Sam if necessary. He was glad that there was a remote in the motel and settled back to watch some TV and hold his son.

"Alright Dean bring Bones on in." Bobby yelled across the field.

"Come on boy," Dean hollered at the dog.

Dean turned and started back towards Bobby. Bones was following Dean when he suddenly stopped and turned towards the woods and started barking. He ran into them as Dean turned and started following.

Bobby took notice that something was up with Bones when he stopped, so he headed in that direction in case Dean was an idjit and followed him. He grabbed Dean by the arm, jerked him back from the edge of the woods, bent him over, wrapped his arm around his waist and started applying stinging swats to Dean's backside with no sign of letting up.

"I told you not to go close to the edge of the woods boy." Bobby was lecturing as he swatted. "When I tell you something it's not just because I like to hear myself talking." He continued to assault Dean's backside. "You've been entirely too reckless lately and it stops NOW!"

Dean was surprised when Bobby grabbed and yanked him out of the woods but when he bent him over and assaulted his backside, he was in shock. It had been a while since Bobby had spanked Dean and here they were at the edge of the woods near a field and Uncle Bobby wasn't holding back. Dean tried to remain stoic but after about 20 hard swats, it wasn't impossible, so he started to dance around to avoid them.

"Oww Uncle Bobby, M'sorry. Oww" Dean spouted. "I'll Oww listen okay? Oww"

"Azazel (Swat Swat Swat) and his brats (Swat Swat Swat) are still out there! (Swat Swat Swat). We don't know (Swat Swat Swat) if they have any more plans (Swat Swat Swat) and what or who they involve. (Swat Swat Swat)." Bobby was yelling at Dean because he was really scared.

"M'sorry OWW Uncle Bobby." Dean stopped trying to fight when he heard the fear in Bobby's voice. He started crying.

Bobby moved down to Dean's sit spots and thighs and ended the spanking with about 20 to each. He stood Dean up and wrapped him in a big hug. Dean felt Bobby shaking and wrapped his arms around his Uncle and cried a little. They both pushed back at about the same time and Bobby grabbed Dean's chin and looked in his eyes,

"Never scare me like that again! You won't like round two if you get my meaning."

"Loud and clear sir, sorry."

Bobby ruffled Dean's hair and looked down to see Bones at their feet. He shook a finger and Bones and the dog whimpered like he knew he had been chastised.

"Bark all you want Bones, but never run in after something evil again."

"What do you mean Evil Uncle Bobby?"

"I don't know what it was but I could feel the evil hanging around. Let's get this Dog feed and go get us some grub."

"Okay sound good. Uncle Bobby?"

"Yeah ace?"

"Are you going to tell Dad that you…..you know?"

"I really should because it was another reckless thing to add to your long list, but I'll keep it to myself for now. Cross me and I don't care what you say, I'll tell him."

"Yes sir thanks." Dean answered.

They took care of Bones and walked across the parking lot to the diner. They ordered the food to go. Bobby got Sam some clam chowder and a kid's hamburger, hoping that he had a little appetite back and felt good enough to eat a burger. Bobby motioned for them to go sit and wait for the food to be done. Dean just rolled his eyes and gently sat down. Bobby smiled at him and mouthed, "Idjit".

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

"Tom what the hell? Dad told us to stay away from the Winchesters. Why were you sitting in the woods?"

"I wasn't going to disturb them, just watch them. I can't wait until dad gives me the okay to get my hands on Sammy's big brother. The things I'd love to do to him!"

"You're so sick big brother. Just stay away from them or it's your ass dad will go after next."

"Okay Meg, I'm going. Stupid dog gave me away, useless creatures."

BACK IN THE KITCHEN:

"Okay Sam, have a seat."

"Not to be disrespectful but if it isn't necessary, I think I'll stand if you don't care."

"Fine for now but you may want to sit after the workout." Azazel explained. "Do you see the wooden spoon on the table?"

"Yes." Sammy wanted to say I'm not blind but bit his tongue.

"I want you to concentrate on it and pull it across the table."

"What do you mean? Like with my mind, telekinesis?"

"Exactly, I have that power and you have my blood so with some training and encouragement, you can move things too."

"Cool, I mean yes sir." Sammy did think it would be cool to be able to do something like that, but he realized that Azazel was evil and he shouldn't want to do it. He would probably get in trouble for it if his dad found out. What a dilemma, he needed to learn these things to keep Azazel away from his family but he shouldn't learn this because his dad would be angry and he might get punished.

"Samuel Joseph, do I need to make good use of that spoon for you to concentrate like I asked?"

"No sir, sorry, I'll try harder."

"Consider that one, if I get to three, we will revisit our earlier discussion, got it?"

"Yes sir I got it."

Sam tried really hard to drag the spoon to him. He used every but of concentration he had to envision it coming across the table towards him, but the only thing it got him was a major headache. He wanted to keep yellow eyes happy so he and his family were safe but he wasn't able to do it. He could see the anger building and he got nervous.

Azazel was getting angry that Sam wasn't making any progress at all. It isn't good for the demon to get angry. It usually meant bad things for the one who caused it.

"M'sorry sir, I'm trying the best I can. Please don't get mad. I'll try harder."

"Sit down Sam. Maybe being uncomfortable will help you to move the spoon. Because I can guarantee you that if you don't move it soon I will!"

Sam sat gently and stared at the spoon willing it with all of his might to please slide to him. But there was still no response from the spoon.

"Sam, are you really trying move it or just trying my patience?"

"I'm trying. I swear!"

"Listen to me Sam, Meg and Tom are outside your motel room and if you don't really try, I will give them permission to get Dean. So, I suggest that you get your head in the game or Dean's ass is going to pay." Azazel was sitting across the table from Sam and was reaching for his cell to call them.

Sam couldn't believe it. Azazel told him he had to try his hardest, which he was, and that he had to be counted out, and he was only at a one, in order to get himself or someone else punished. He got so mad when he heard yellow eyes say 'Hello Meg'" His anger was boiling when he stared at the spoon again. If looks could kill Azazel would have been dean. Sam stretched out his hand started to yell,

"No please don't." When the spoon went flying off the table and hit Azazel in the eye.

They both just froze. Sam was sure he had just earned his brother a whipping from Tom or himself another trip upstairs when Azazel started laughing.

"That's my boy. Way to go Sammy I knew you could do it! He did it Meg, you and Tom head out you're not needed tonight." Azazel said as he got up and went and patted Sam on the back.

Sam looked at him strangely. He most definitely would have a black eye and he wasn't the least bit upset by it. The Demon was actually happy and laughing. Sam felt good and guilty all at the same time. How was he supposed to feel? He hated this creature because he killed his mom and ruined his life but at the same time, how cool is it to move stuff with your mind. Getting compliments was always nice but his dad would not approve of this at all!

Azazel walked over and picked up the spoon and laid it back on the table. He looked at Sam and smiled. He motioned for Sam get up and to come stand next to him. Sam stood up but was a little wobbly. His head was hurting a big causing him to be dizzy.

"Sammy, I want you to try to moved the spoon again. This time, stretch out your hand and draw on your anger. I don't care what you think about, just draw on your anger and move it."

"Yes sir," Sammy said.

He didn't want to do this anymore. He might have thought it was cool but it could be used for something dangerous. Besides he was being trained by a demon for horrible purposes. He knew that if he didn't cooperate, that Dean or he would suffer for it. So, he reached out his hand and stared at the spoon and willed it to move.

The spoon rocked back and forth but didn't move completely. His head started hurting and he was too exhausted to do any more. He turned and looked at Azazel and begged,

"Sir I'm sorry. I'm tired; please can we do this after I'm better and rested."

"Sammy my boy, you did great for your first time son. I'm going to send you back. I'll come back for you sometime after 15 days is up. Get rested, get well and practice. You know what to do now so the next time I bring you here, you had better be able to move the spoon and work on moving something a bit heavier than that. We are going to keep working until you can throw a person so keep that in mind."

"Yes sir, I understand."

Azazel walked over to Sam and put his finger to his temples and Sam was in a motel bed looking up at his dad, while Azazel grin spread from ear to ear.

"I WILL release you dad." He said as if Lucifer could hear him.

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"Hey tiger, you're awake. How're you feeling?"

"I have a bad headache and a sore throat. I feel like I've been run over by a bus but other than that, I'm good."

"Sarcasm that's great! You must be feeling a little better than you say." John said carding his hand through Sam's hair.

"My head really does hurt dad. That I'm not joking about."

"Okay Sam, I'll go get you something since it's time for your antibiotic."

John goes and gets a mild pain pill and the antibiotic. He wanted Sam to stay awake long enough to eat. He goes back to the bed and gives the pills to Sam.

"So tiger, do you want to talk about your nightmare?"

"No sir, not really."

"Sam, I know we had some problems in the past but you do know you can talk to me about anything right?"

"Dad relax I know you love me and I know I can talk to you if I need to, but to be honest, I just want to forget about it. I don't want to remember or relive any of it. Thank you and if I need to get it out, I'll talk to one of you okay?"

"That works for me."

"Good, so when is food coming, I'm starved."

As if on cue, Dean and Bobby walked in carrying food. They set it on the table and started passing it out. Dad and Sam both noticed Dean's slight flinch when he sat down but neither mentioned it. Sam was praying it wasn't Azazel's doing and Dad wondered what his son had done to incur the wrath of Bobby Singer. He would ask later. They all sat around and enjoyed each other's company planning the trip to Bobby's in the morning.