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Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the plot. For this part and any other time the ceiling demon speaks mentally, it'll be in bold and capitalized. Meg or Sam will be bold and lower case, if it happens again. I got Sam's eye color from Supernatural Realms. Btw, there's a Supernatural story that I wanted to put in my faves, but I can't remember the title. Basically, Dean had actually seen the demon when he was four and it told him to never tell anyone that it had been there, and it finds him in the present day or somethin' like that and starts goin' after Sam.

When Meg returned to the apartment, she was fuming.

"I don't believe it! I just don't believe it! They took him in! They just took him in!" she yelled, throwing things around telekinetically.

"I take it you failed?" a voice queried.

"The shapeshifter failed. They ended up taking him in," Meg bitterly answered. Her father stopped the levitating objects with his own powers.

"You indicated that the Winchesters would never trust him. That they'd turn on him. That they would kill him," the man growled.

"I---I thought they would," Meg stammered. "I---I mean, they're hunters. They kill our kind," she continued. I don't understand. Why would they take Sam in? He's a demon. Something they hate, she thought to herself. Her eyes widened when her father grabbed her and then threw her across the room.

"You stupid little brat! Didn't you think this through? You little---" Meg raised an arm to shield her face. However, no blow came.

"Lucky for you, Meg, I always have a backup plan," he growled. He went into his own room and shut the door. Then, he gathered up the few things that his son had left and mixed it with some of his belongings. Yes, he could get into his son's mind without his property, but this just made the bond so much stronger. He began chanting in an ancient language. Meanwhile, John, Dean, and Sam had found a different hotel in a couple towns over. John was tending to Dean's injuries, while Sam had fallen asleep on the bed. He moaned softly as he felt something enter his mind. But he wasn't sure what it was.

SAM! a voice thundered. Even in his sleep, Sam froze at the familiar voice. Father. It was Father. No. No. Please. Get out, he begged silenty.

DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD BETRAY ME WITHOUT REPRECUSSIONS? his father sneered. I...I didn't betray you. I swear I didn't, Sam said shakily. YOU JOINED THE HUNTERS. THE VERY HUMANS WE TAKE, the demon told him. Please. Please. I didn't---I didn't tell them anything! Sam pleaded frantically. He let out a groan as he felt a tension invade his head. The pressure worsened and Sam cried out.

"Sam!" John exclaimed. He and Dean rushed to Sam's side.

"Sam? Sammy?" Dean questioned in concern. The boy cried out in pain. "Dad, what's happening to him?" he wondered.

"I don't know," John answered.

"Please. Please. I didn't betray you. I swear I didn't. Father, please," Sam muttered.

"What is this freak doing to him?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," John replied. Sam cried out again. He moaned. Then he turned and tossed on the bed. Father, please. I haven't said a word. I haven't told them anything, he insisted. He had to---he had to drive his father out. He had to defend himself. He focused his energy on the presence in his mind. Dean and John watched as Sam's face furrowed in concentration.

"Dad, what's he doing?" Dean wondered.

"Uh...I'm not sure I wanna know," John admitted. Sam groaned as he worked to free his mind from his father's grasp.

"Come on, Sam. You can do it, bud," Dean encouraged. Come on, Sam. I'm not sure what you're doin', but just keep goin', he silently encouraged. From his own room, Sam's father grunted as he felt himself being pushed away. So. Trying to fight, are you? he thought to himself. Well, two could play at that game. His eyes darkened even more and he redoubled his efforts. Sam let out a groan, which turned into a pained scream.

"Sammy?" Dean queried in concern. He wasn't sure where the nickname had come from or why he was using it, but right now, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was having Sam win whatever battle he was fighting. The younger boy let out another scream.

"Sam!" John exclaimed. He leaned over, intending to wake the young man. The hunters jumped when Sam suddenly sat up. Dean's jaw dropped. Sam's eyes were marble black. Dude! He's never done that before! he thought to himself.

"Get...out...of...my...head!" he roared in a strange voice.

"Uh...Dad? Should we...uh...?" Dean began to ask.

"Why don't we give him a few more minutes?" John suggested. He had fought a lot of demons in his day, but he had never seen something quite like this before. And he wasn't sure if Sam could distinguish between friend and foe right now, and he certainly didn't want to put him to the test. Sam let out an inhuman roar and let his energy flow throw his body. Sam's father gave a surprised shout. He hadn't expected his son to use his powers. Especially not at this magnitude. So that's how it's gonna be, huh? he thought to himself. After all, he was older and more powerful, and Sam would eventually bend to his will. He gathered up his strength and went back into his son's mind. Sam grunted when he felt his father re-enter his mind, but steadied himself. He just---he just had to let the demon in him take over. He hated the idea, but it was the only way he could effectively keep his father away. The older demon grunted and tried to keep his grasp on his son's mind. The boy's more powerful than I ever gave him credit for, the demon thought to himself. However, it was to no avail. Sam's determination proved to be greater than his father's. The elder demon gave a cry of surprise as he felt himself fly into a wall. Hearing the noise, Meg ran into her father's room.

"Father!" she cried. "Are you all right?" she queried, rushing to him. The man just shoved her aside and stood up.

"Hmm," he mused. Apparently, he'd have to try a different route. In their hotel, John and Dean watched as Sam's eyes returned to their normal blue-green color.

"Sam?" Dean asked in concern.

"Whoa. Okay. That was a rush," Sam declared, holding his head.

"You okay?" John asked again.

"Yeah. Just haven't used my powers in two years," Sam responded, rubbing his temple. John glanced at the two boys.

"You two look terrible. Get some sleep," he told them.

"Yes, Sir," Dean responded and moved towards the bed.

"I need a walk," Sam stated. Then, he stood up and walked out of the hotel room. As soon as he was clear, Sam broke into a jog towards the apartment where his father and sister were staying. His father was pulling out all the stops. He had proved that when he had tried to invade his son's mind. Sam nodded determinedly. This would end. It had to end. Tonight. Having had made that decision, Sam teleported away.