"I'm sorry Sammy but you forced me to do that to Dean. I suggest you do as I tell you without hesitation this time. If you don't, not only will I beat your ass but I will hurt someone you're close to. Do we finally have an understanding young Samuel?"
"Yes sir we do. I'll do whatever you ask me to do."
"Good to hear."
"Bring them in Meg."
Meg brings in a group of demon possessed people. Sam just looks at the people, then around the warehouse and then back at Azazel.
"Okay what do you want me to do with them?" He asks.
"First of all, drink this."
Azazel handed him a glass of "juice". Drink this then I'll explain why they're here.
"What is this stuff?"
"The juice you had a while back."
"I know it's not juice. What is it?"
"Never you mind. Just know it will make your tasks easier and most importantly, I told you to drink it so drink it!"
Sam wasn't stupid. He didn't want to risk his backside or his family getting hurt so he drank the stuff. He about gagged and almost threw up but he got it all down. He felt this rush of power come over him. He felt stronger than he had in weeks. 'What the hell is that stuff?' he wondered.
"You," Azazel pointed to the smallest demon. "I want you to come stand right here." He pointed at a spot on the ground. The demon obeyed immediately.
"Sammy, I want you to throw him across the room!"
"I've never done anything close to that before."
"I know but your juice will give you the extra boost you need."
Sam tried and failed.
"Sorry"
"That was your first attempt." Azazel explained, "This time, hold your hand like this," Azazel lifted his hand, aimed it towards the little guy and moved it and the demon flew into the wall. It instantly got up and got back into position without being told.
"Okay Sammy boy, you try."
Sam felt the energy needed to do it but his heart wasn't in it therefore he was unsuccessful.
"Try harder Sammy!" Azazel yelled.
"I'm trying as hard as I can. I guess I'm not who you thought I was."
That's when it clicked in to the yellow eyed demon, Sam thought by not trying, Azazel would move on.
"Tom?"
"Yes sir." his son answered.
"Where's John Winchester right now?"
"What do you want with my Dad? I'm doing what you asked me to!"
"Dad, he's sitting in the yard with Bobby drinking a beer."
"Wait stop what are you going to do?"
Azazel got down to Sam's eye level and looked him straight in the eye and in a menacing tone said,
"I'm going to let Tom lose on them if you don't start seriously trying to do as I ask!"
"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll do it. I'll try harder."
"So do you admit that you weren't giving it 100%?"
"Yes sir. Please don't hurt my Dad or Uncle Bobby."
Azazel used his powers to push Sam over a table and proceeded to give him a spanking.
Sam was squirming and let out a yelp at a few of the swats but it was nothing compared to what Azazel usually gave him and it worried Sam. Azazel let him up.
"Please don't hurt anyone else. Please!"
"That my boy was just a warning to remind you to try your best. I think we may start each session with a spanking so you remember that I'm in charge and I make the RULES! Now do as you were told!"
Sam raised his hand and concentrated and was easily able to throw the demon. Then he learned to pin the demon to the wall. He was a bit more challenged when a he was asked to throw and pin two. Sam still was able to do it but he got a slight nose bleed from it.
"That's my boy! Way to go Sammy!" Azazel patted him on the back handing him a tissue for his nosebleed. "We're almost done for today. I want you to protect yourself from whatever comes at you."
"What do you mean by that?"
Sam had barely spoken those words when he was charged by the demons. Chairs and other objects around the warehouse started flying towards Sam. He had to use his powers to stop the attacks. The items and demons that came at him ended up flying off in a different directions. Sam was getting tired but continued to thwart off the attack. His nose was bleeding profusely and his head was hurting.
He was sure Azazel would stop the attack soon but they just kept on coming. He raised both hands in front of him, took a deep breath, concentrated and pushed his hands to the side. A big ball of white light flew from his hands and yelled, "ENOUGH!" as everything and everyone but Azazel flew against the wall with a big thud and fell to the ground. Sam sunk to his knees cradling his head. Meg and Tom were shocked to be on the ground shaking off the hit to the wall.
The room was silent. Then the only sound was Azazel laughing and clapping,
"That's my boy. I knew it! I told you he was the one! I'm so proud of you Sammy. Wow, you far exceeded my expectations! Bravo Sammy Bravo!"
Azazel walked over to Sammy, reached down and helped him up. He gave him more tissues for his nose and patted him on the back for such a great job!
"Wow, very good job Sammy, very good job!"
"What the hell was that light? Did I really do all of that myself or are you trying to boost my ego and get me to want to learn more?"
"No my boy, that was all you! Damn fine job you did too!"
"What was the white light?"
"That's what you're going to work on next. It's called Electrokinesis!"
"Electro what?"
"Your assignment from me is to look up electrokinesis and practice it."
"How am I supposed to pull that off without alerting my Dad?"
"You're a bright boy. After all you planned the trip the Flagstaff without alerting anyone. I know you can do this."
"Whatever."
Azazel swatted him once.
"Lose the attitude Samuel! I can ask Tom where you Dad is if you prefer?"
"No sir sorry."
"You did great tonight! I'm very proud of you! I'm sending you back now. You're going to be very tired."
"Great, that's a good way to piss my Dad off."
"Off with you now." Azazel comes towards him with glowing fingers. "Oh and by the way Sammy. We're going to start every meeting off with a "reminder" of how to behave. I figure the sting in your backside might rein in your temper."
"Anything else?" He started sarcastically and quickly changed his mind and added a, "sir?"
"Better, remember that sooner next time. Off you go!"
Sam woke up with Dean in his bed. He felt bad that he disturbed his brother but he couldn't help it. His head was hurting and his nose still bleeding.
"Sammy, you okay?"
"I need a wash cloth." he said tilting his head back and pinching his nose.
Dean jumped up and grabbed a washcloth and got it wet and ran to Sam's side.
"What happened Sammy?"
"Just a bad dream. I woke up with a splitting headache and my nose was bleeding."
"I'll go get some ice and something for your headache."
Dean got and icepack out of Uncle Bobby's freezer. Then he got a glass of water and a pain pill that would knock Sammy out. He figured that Sam had overdone it and didn't sleep well so he was going to make sure he slept!
Sam took the pill and laid down with the ice pack on his nose. He looked towards the door way when he heard voices.
"Hey Dean, what's going on?" John asked.
"Sammy had a bad nightmare. I couldn't wake him up so I moved him into my bed. He tossed and turned for an hour or two but I still couldn't wake him up. He settled down so I caught a little sleep. I woke up to him asking for a washcloth for his bloody nose. He complained of a horrible headache so I got him something for it and an ice pack."
"Did you give him Tylenol or Ibuprofen?"
"Darvocet." Dean quietly said.
"What?" John said with a slight edge in his voice.
"He didn't sleep well at all and his nose was pouring blood. He was moaning because of his headache so I gave him a Darvocet."
"Are you allowed to give Sam anything like that without permission?"
"No sir."
"Corner now! While I check on Sammy." John sends Dean off with a hard swat.
"Oww, Dad come on, you'd have given him one."
"You're probably right but that's MY decision to make not yours. All you had to do was come and ask and you wouldn't be about to plant your nose in that corner."
"Yes sir." Dean huffed earning him a couple more swats.
"No more attitude or you'll find yourself over my knee and not just in the corner. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Hey tiger, what's going on?"
'Oh hey Dad, I trained with Azazel and I have a new power that kicked my ass. Now I have a splitting headache and a bloody nose. How are you?' is what Sammy wanted to say but,
"Just a bad night. Had some nightmares and woke up with a bloody nose and a splitting headache!" was what he said instead.
"Anything you want to talk about?"
'Yeah, how the hell do I get away from the king of hell?' Sam thought before saying,
"No sir, just the standard Azazel wants me to do something for him and I refuse and he hurts me kind of dream. I'm really sleepy."
"Yeah, that's the pill your brother gave you. You should sleep for a few hours." he said moving Sam's long hair out of the way so he can check his nose.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah tiger."
"Please don't spank Dean. He was just looking out for me as usual. He didn't sleep well either. I kept him up all night."
"Hey, you worry about you and let me worry about Dean."
"Yes sir."
John leaned down and kissed Sammy's forehead. "I love you Sammy. Go to sleep."
"Love ya too Daaaaaaaaaaad"
Sammy was passed out.
John sat on Sam's bed and looked at his oldest standing in the corner and sighed. He was tough on his boys but it was too late to change that now. It was necessary to keep them safe and alive!
"Okay Sport come here."
"Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore. It's Dean not sport."
"You will always be sport to me son but I'll try to remember not to call you that anymore."
Dean felt like an ass. He could hear the tiny bit of hurt in John's voice but he was sixteen. He was a man not some little kid anymore. Even though he was about to get his ass handed to him like a little kid, he wasn't one.
"Thanks." Dean whispered. "Can I please bend over the bed and not go over your knee?"
"Okay." he said motioning to the end of the bed.
Dean bent over hoping he didn't hear the tell tale 'uhm hum' throat clearing from his Dad indicating he had to lose his jeans and boxers. John got up and took position behind Dean. He reached around Dean's waist and pulled him tightly into his stomach.
He gave his son eight forceful licks, four to each sit spot. It was enough to leave Dean breathless and teary but not to cry.
Dean was a little shocked when Dad let go and walked back to sit on the bed. Dean did a double take and said,
"Cristo, who are you and what have you done with my father?"
"I'm not possessed." John laughed. "Do you want a harsher spanking? I can give you one if you really want." John grabbed for his belt and playfully stood to remove it.
"Hell no sir. I'm good." Dean spit out followed by a "Sorry Dad." when he got the evil eye for swearing.
"Forgiven," John sits and pats the bed "sit."
Dean grimaces as he sits and looks over at his Dad waiting for the world to stop spinning or something equally as horrific.
"Son, I know I'm not going to win any father of the year awards. That spanking was just to remind you that I'm here right now and you don't have to be in charge. I know you're used to taking care of Sammy but when I'm here, I'm the one in charge."
"Yes sir."
"I'm not perfect. I've made many mistakes along the way but everything I've done is what I felt was the best thing for you. I've been very strict with you because I wanted you to both grow up strong and able to protect yourselves. I figured I wouldn't be around to see you all grown up because my obsession would get me killed."
"Dad, don't say things like that."
"No Dean, it's true. I know there are things you and Sam are allowed to do that no other parent would allow their child to do. I also know there's a flip side to that coin. I've been hard on you and punished you for things that other parent might let their kids slide on or at least have a less severe punishment for."
"Dad you don't have to explain yourself to me. If I may quote the man I look up to the most, 'I'm the Dad and I get to make the rules. You're the kids and if you break the rules, I get to decide how you're punished for that.' We may not like it Dad but we know that's how it is."
"You're right Dean but there are times when I could've let a few things slide."
"Dad, every punishment we've gotten was expected. You're not the, 'You know you could have gotten yourself killed doing that sweetheart. Go to your room and think about that.' " Dean said acting all prissy. Then he started playing around with his belt as he said, "You're the 'What the hell were you thinking son? You could have been killed. Drop 'em and get your ass over my knee now!' kind of Dad."
John laughed at his son's impressions. Dean stands up and looks down at his Dad.
"We knew the rules and the consequences for breaking those rules. You and they have been the one constant in our lives. We know if we do this we get this. We also trust your word. If you say I'm going to do this or that we know that is exactly what is going to happen. Please don't change that Dad. Yes it sucks big time but it what it is."
"Okay Dean thanks."
Dean hugs his Dad quickly and whispers, "I love you Dad." in his ear then he quickly jumps up and says,
"Enough of the chick flick moments. You're doing something right, I mean look at how well I'm turning out! Sammy's a lost cause sorry but he's too much of a girl."
"Okay smart ass. Did you get any sleep last night?"
"Not much sir."
"Okay, we're taking the day off. Back to bed with you."
Dean climbs in next to Sammy. John pulls the covers up and kisses Dean's forehead. He whispers, "I love you too son." in Dean's ear. Dean doesn't say anything he knows his Dad needed that. John goes to the door and turns back and says,
"Come get me if Sammy needs anything. You give him another Darvocet and I'll give you that spanking you expected understand?"
Dean smiles, 'his Dad's back', "Yes sir, I understand!"
John walks into the kitchen and Bobby is sitting at the table.
"Here's a coffee for you Johnny."
"Thanks Bobby I really need this!"
Sorry for the long time in between posts. I'm having a hard time with this story. Most of my stuff writes itself but this isn't working out that way. Don't worry I'll never abandon it. I'm going to try to write shorter chapters more often. I know that will upset some but that would be better than a long one many weeks apart. Thank you to all who reviewed, favored or followed this or any of my stories.