Authors note: Don't get yourself confused; remember this is the Day after Chapter 2 and 2 days before chapter 3, so a bit of time weirdness but it'll all make self.

Previously

Bobby: 'There are some pretty hefty demons signs in Chicago Illinois

John: 'I don't know why demons want my boy but they sure as hell aren't keeping him . . . we leave at first light'.

January 19th – 7:00am

Azazel woke around 7 am. It felt alien for him to sleep. When demons take a human body they don't sleep, there's physically no need, they don't need to rest and they don't need to eat; but many demons do eat just because they can.

Azazel doesn't usually sleep, most nights he would summon demons to update him on what the Winchesters were doing or he would plan the next steps of Sam's development. But last night with Sam in his bed, he couldn't do that, so he laid there for over 6 hours, stroking his hand through Sam's hair. Azazel would never admit it but he was feeling something for Sam. His blood ran through Sam's veins and the way Sam would look at him like he hung the moon trusting and obedient to his every word. It was... nice.

Azazel realised almost straight away that he loved Sam like his own son. Three weeks after Sam was taken from the Winchesters and new memories were implanted, Sam started coming home from school with cuts and bruises on his arms and face; so Azazel sat down with the boy and talked to him. Sam explained that there was an older boy at school who was picking on him, of course Sam could defend himself but his dad had told him to keep a low profile and to never use his abilities in public. Azazel remembered how he hugged Sam and told him that everything would be okay.

Karl Picket was the little shit that was hurting his boy. So Azazel possessed Picket senior and fucked Mrs. Picket's sister. Of course the whole affair was revealed, and Mrs. Pickett moved to a small town in Texas, taking her son with her. Okay, maybe overkill but that little shit had hurt his kid. Azazel realised then that he felt deeply for Sam.

Azazel had been watching the Winchesters for the majority of Sam's life and his relationship to the boy was rivalling the relationship that Sam had with John.

Azazel looked over at the boy, Sam had rolled over in the
night and Azazel had pulled Sam close so that Sam's back was flat against his chest. Azazel sighed and realised that a lot had to be done today, so he untangled himself from Sam and had a quick shower before pulling on some jeans and a t-shirt and making his way downstairs.

As Azazel sat in the kitchen reading the morning paper while sipping his black coffee, the door bell rang. Azazel opened the door to reveal his second in command – Alistair

'Hey bro, how you doing?' Alistair gave Azazel a manly hug.

Azazel smiled 'You can stop with the niceties; Samuel is asleep upstairs'.

Alistair's fake smile dropped instantly 'Good, smiling like that hurts my cheeks or should I say uncles jacks cheeks... well let's get down to business. I only received the orders from father I don't know why I'm here or why I had to buy stacks of boxes and bubble wrap'.

Azazel quickly scanned the room before saying in a hushed tone 'Sam had a vision last night, he was reunited with the Winchesters, so we need to leave and get him as far away from this place as we can'.

Alistair's faced turned to that of anger and worry 'I agree we need to keep the boy away from them'.

Azazel nodded in agreement 'Listen so that we can keep out stories straight. I've told Sam that the people in his vision are hunters and that we've come across them before, there dangerous and you know . . . they think were all freaks so they hunt us. He's good and scared, which will keep him sharp and if he even thinks he sees one of the guys from his vision he's gonna run straight to us'.

Alistair nodded his head. Like Azazel, he would never admit that he too felt deeply for the boy, he spent an entire week with them over Christmas, and playing the part of the fun uncle who Sam adored, is one of his favourites things, well that and heading back to hell to torture the new members and turn them into blubbering messes. Alistair didn't understand at first how Sam could make him feel this way, how he could make him feel alive for the first time in 2 thousand years, but he felt so protective over Sam. Alistair just couldn't figure out how Sam was...well for use of a better word corrupting demons. He knew that Azazel felt the same way as he did but, Sam was just a boy, a psychic boy but still just a boy.

Daniel awoke to the sounds of hushed voices downstairs. It took him a few minutes to remember why he was in his father's room, and then it all came back to him, like a wall of memoires. The vision and what his father said to him 'These men in your vision, I've come across them before, these men are dangerous. There called hunters and they will kill us if they get the chance'. A feeling of dread started to cascade through Daniels body. Daniel quickly got out of bed and went to his room; he threw on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt, then tip toed to the top of the stairs to listen to the voices. Daniel couldn't quite work out what the voices were saying but he could recognise the new voice anywhere. Daniel quickly made his way downstairs.

'Uncle Jack!'Daniel exclaimed as he ran down the stairs to hug his uncle.

Both Alistair and Azazel turned and smiled at the boy running down the stairs, taking 2 steps at a time.

Alistair knelt down slightly to lift the boy that ran into his arms. 'Here's trouble, how you doing Danny, god you look much taller than the last time I saw you'.

Daniel rolled his eyes as his uncle placed him back on the ground. 'That was like a month ago'.

Alistair chuckled and placed an arm around Dan's shoulders 'Yeah whatever dood'.

Azazel and Alistair both shared a glance before Alistair cleared his throat and looked at Dan. 'Hey buddy...your dad told me about... your, uh your vision last night, you okay?'

Daniel's face dropped as he looked down at his feet and mumbled. 'Yeah... yeah I'm fine'

Alistair pulled Dan in for another hug and stroked a hand through his hair. After a few seconds Alistair pulled Dan around so that Dan was stood in front of him facing Azazel. Alistair put his arms around Dan's shoulders and leant his chin on Dan's head.

Alistair's eyes flashed black as he smiled at Azazel. Good and scared is what Alistair thought before he once again put on the overly cheerful smile of Uncle Jack. 'So brother what's the plan?'

Azazel smiled 'Yeah...okay let's start packing the smaller stuff first, clothes, books and we'll pack them in the boxes that Jack brought; then we'll tackle the bigger furniture. Jack I need you to go get a moving van for us. We'll do one room at a time until were done, but first... breakfast... who fancies pancakes'.

'I do!' Dan and Jack replied simultaneously.

Alex smiled again 'Okay then let's get started'.

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Consciousness came slowly to Sam; his entire body throbbed in pain but his head hurt the worst, a persistent thump continued to irritate him making his vision swim and his stomach turn. The bright light from the single bulb overhead made Sam grown, he tried to cover his eyes with his hands but found them bound behind him to a steal pipe that ran from the floor to the ceiling. Then Sam realized that he wasn't where he should be, he should be in the motel room asleep awaiting the return of his dad and brother; not in some dreary basement.

Sam tried to piece together what had happened, he remembered that he was fast asleep in his bed at the motel when he was woken by thunder and lightning.

As the thunder and lightning woke Sam from his slumber he shifted in bed to burrow further deeper in the blankets. He started to drift back to sleep when he felt a hand caress through his hair, the hand felt cold and rough but the sensation felt calming. The hand slowly left his hair and touched his cheek before it latched over his mouth, Sam thought straight away that it was weird, he moved his head to the left away from the hand but it followed him and clamped even tighter over his mouth. Sam's eyes flickered open to see a man standing over him grinning wickedly as he lifted a finger to his lips and whispered 'sshhh'. Sam's eyes widened in panic as he started to thrash underneath the man's grasp. Sam kicked at the man's crotch and was pleased when the man toppled over with a groan, the man snarled at Sam as his eyes turned black. After seeing the black eyes, Sam threw himself out of the other side of the bed, to the bedside cabinet and grabbed the bottle of holy water and salt canister that was always kept there. Sam threw holy water and salt at the man whose skin started to sizzle and smoke.

An almighty bang came from behind Sam as three more demons entered the bedroom, Sam backed away from them in fear as all three of them slowly approached him. The rest of the memories were hazy, Sam remembered using the holy water and trying to exorcise the demons but a hand around his throat started to choke him, he remembered being punched in the face and lifted off the ground and pinned against a wall.

'STOP!' a man's voice shouted from the doorway of the bedroom. He was tall with dark hair and he walked like he commanded the room, which he did as Sam was instantly dropped unceremoniously to the floor as all of the demons backed away.

Sam shifted and tried to stand but suddenly found himself pinned to the wall by an invisible force, Sam pushed as hard as he could to try and break free but his body didn't even budge an inch, so Sam stayed sat leant against the wall staring at the demons that towered over him.

'What did I say to you?' The commanding demon said to the other demons that actually looked terrified.

One of the male demons stepped forward and bowed slightly before saying 'Umm sir ...you said that we were to secure the boy'.

The other Demon smiled and stepped closer to the other demons, Sam could tell that the other demons wanted to take a step back; by the way they all flinched. 'Yes ... yes I did, I ordered you to secure the boy, what I didn't say was to beat the shit out of him'.

'Sir you have to understand that the boy.'

'NO! You understand, you have disobeyed my orders, this boy is important and you will repay heavily for your actions, all of you ...GO!' All of the other demons quickly fled the room, tripping over each other to get out of the door.

Sam still watched from the floor, his whole body was shaking, he was trying to be calm and brave but he was terrified. The commanding demon slowly turned to face Sam. Sam felt his heart thumping in his chest as the demon approached him and crouched down so that they were at eye level.

'I'm really sorry about this Sam' the demon said sympathetically as he reached out to touch the blossoming bruise on Sam's cheek. Sam wanted to move away from the man's grasp but he was still stuck to the wall so he sat there cringing as the man's fingers gently ghosted over his bruised face. The man seemed genuinely sorry for him but he was a demon, so he wasn't about to start trusting him.

With a shaky breath Sam stuttered 'What do you want?'

'Don't be scared Sam, all we become clear, but for now ... sleep'. The Demon whispered as he laid his hands on Sam's head. Sam's eyes widened as the demons eyes glowed a deep chilling yellow then everything went black.

Sam leant against the pipe he was tied to and looked around the basement he was being held in. Water was dripping from the ceiling and the walls were covered in some sort of fungus. Sam knew that he was tied up using rope, he could feel it ripping into his skin, Sam tried to loosen the ropes by pulling and twisting his hands but the rope just dug in further.

'Ow good you're awake' Sam recognised that voice instantly, the commanding demon from the motel stepped out of the shadows at the far end of the basement and walked further into the room, he grabbed an upturned chair and set it in front of Sam and sat down.

'Why are you doing this?' Sam asked in a determined voice trying to hide his fear, but in reality all he wanted was to be wrapped up in the arms of his dad and brother.

Azazel looked into Sam's eyes. Sam felt uncomfortable under such a heated gaze but he kept strong and continued to stare at the demon.

Azazel sighed before saying 'I really am sorry about this Sam, but this needed to be done, you see your special Sam, you're chosen...'

Sam's brow scrunched in confusion 'Chosen for what?'

Azazel smiled 'Chosen for greatness... I mean there are other kids like you but, you are by far my favourite'.

Sam cringed at the way the demon seemed to like him, it felt unsettling, he'd never met a demon before last night but still they were supposed to be evil, like Hannibal lecture evil not apologising.

'You see Sam, this isn't how it's supposed to be, the grand old plan was that we demons were to wait until you were 22, but your powers manifested themselves much quicker than they should have, and my father became worried that John was taking everything in his stride; it wasn't written this way, you were supposed to be disobedient towards your fathers plans but you're not.

Sam was even more confused 'grand plan' 'disobedient' what does that mean he thought.

'I can see your confused Sammie, but just know we've got a new plan, it may be happening sooner than we expected but everything will fall into place... now'. Azazel stood up from the chair and crouched in front of Sam. Sam instinctively leant further away from the demon.

'Sammie, this is going to hurt but it's a necessary pain, I really am sorry but all this will be over soon'. The demons eyes glowed yellow again as he placed his hands either side of Sam's head.

A sharp pain exploded in Sam's head making him scream at the top of his lungs. He writhed and struggled underneath the demon. He tried to twist his head out of the demons grasp but the demons hands held him still. Sam continued to scream for over 2 minutes as the pain grew in intensity. Through it all tears were streaming down Sam's cheeks as he shouted for dean and his dad to help him.

'Sshhh Breathe slowly Sammie it'll hurt less' Azazel said over Sam's screams and pleas for him to stop.

After what felt like an eternity of screaming Sam slumped forward into Azazel's arms. Azazel reached behind Sam and untied the ropes, he then placed one arm under Sam's knees and the other at Sam's back before rising, bringing Sam up with him. Azazel stood with Sam in his arms for a few minutes before ascending the wooden stair case in the middle of the basement. Azazel looked at the boy in his arms, 'Don't worry Sam, I'll take care of you'.

Daniel woke with a start; sweat covered his brow as his heart thumped wildly in his chest. He tried to remember his dream but it was vague, he thought there was a dark room or a ... or a motel or, maybe his dad was there, no he couldn't quite remember what he dreamed about. It was weird for as long as Dan could remember he always had these vivid dreams that he couldn't remember when he woke up.

Daniel only then realised that he had fallen asleep on the floor of the now empty living room with nothing but a few blankets and his hoodie for comfort. Daniel looked at the empty room and sighed, moving was gonna be harder than he thought.

'Danny you awake' Azazel called from the hall before walking into the room, he noticed straight away the sweat on the boys forehead and knew instantly what dream the boy had had. The problem with memories is that there is no way to fully erase them, you can push them back but not lock them away forever, they often bleed through, lucky for him the boy only ever relieved old memories when he was dreaming and could never remember them once he had woken up.

'You okay Danny?' Azazel asked as he reached out and swept the bangs back away from the boy's eyes and reached out a hand to him.

'Yeah, yeah I'm fine I just had a bad dream I guess, I can't really remember'. Dan smiled up at his father as he took the offered hand and pulled himself up.

'That's a good thing... well we've finished packing, it's taken us 13 hours but were done; the moving van is filled with the furniture and boxes and the car is packed, all is missing is you'. Azazel picked up the blankets from the floor as Daniel put his hoodie back on.

Azazel slung an arm around the boys shoulder to pull him close to his side 'Come on buddy you can sleep some more in the car. Your uncle Jack's just left in the van so it's just you and me kiddo'. Azazel said as the boy yawned and leant further into his side. The pair walked outside and Daniel waited as his father locked the front door and dropped the key through the letter box. Daniel sighed again as his father turned to him.

Azazel sighed 'Come on buddy, I know it's hard but were gonna be just as happy in Chicago' Azazel said as they both settled into the car, both in the front seat, he'd of preferred to have the back seat available to let the boy stretch out and sleep but the back was crammed with boxes.

Daniel turned to his father and said 'I know...hey dad?'

'Yeah'

'Do you think when we get to Chicago we could go to the museum of science and industry?' Dan asked with his best rendition of pleading puppy eyes.

Azazel smiled at the boy and said 'Sure thing buddy, how about tomorrow you do some research and make a list of things to do and places to visit, how does that sound?'

'Awesome! Thanks dad!' Dan exclaimed in excitement.

A few minutes later when Azazel turned to glance at the boy, he found him leant against the passenger door fast asleep with the blankets only half covering him, Azazel reached over and pulled the blankest more firmly over him and smiled. Chicago here we come he thought as he drove through the darkness.

Authors note: Please don't expect another update in May or early June as I have my final exams. This is my longest chapter yet to tide you over. But rest ashore I will not leave this story in the lurch it will be continued and will be completed J