Sam had been so tired after using the energy ball that he took it easy for a while. He also feared that Dean, Dad and Uncle Bobby suspected that something was up, so he decided to lay low and stay off of their radar. Also, he was rarely alone, so he couldn't practice any of his skills.

All of this was getting Azazel angry. He knew he had plenty of time to teach Sammy his gifts and his role in releasing Lucifer from his cage, but he couldn't help but to be excited at the progress the boy was making. Sammy knew so much more than his other children and he is so much younger than any of them. What he was accomplishing was amazing! If he kept up this pace, he'd be almost unstoppable!

Azazel wasn't a patient man. After a few weeks with Sam not being able to really learn anything new, and barely practicing what he already knew, Azazel had reached his limit. He grabbed Sammy, pushed him up against the nearest tree and took a switch to his backside. Sam was crying when Azazel leaned in and angrily whispered in his ear,

"Sammy my boy, you'd better start doing what I'm telling you to. I've had enough. You need to figure out a way to be alone and have some time to practice or I'll have to make sure they're out of your way. Which you would you rather it be? You or me?"

"Me. Sorry sir, I'll find a way to do it. Don't hurt anyone. It's just they know I'm up to something. I have to be careful or I'll get caught."

"You have a week. Think hard. Something will come to you."

Sam was nervous. He enjoyed using his powers but knew his family wouldn't approve. Even though he was doing it to save their lives, he knew he would be in all kinds of trouble if they found out. Trouble not only from his Dad, Dean and Uncle Bobby but from Azazel and his demon buddies too. Because if Dad found out and shut him down, Azazel would hurt someone Sammy cared about.

Sam worked harder and harder to find some alone time to practice. Flipping the TV and radio channels using his mind were nothing to him anymore. Causing the lights to flicker, TV to go fuzzy and the radio to turn on all at the same time, was a little more challenging but still easy enough to accomplish. The only trouble he had, was he could only do that during a thunderstorm. Luckily for him, it was rainy season in South Dakota.

He did his running as usual but ran faster so he could stop, practice and get finished at about the same time. This went on for about a week. Sam was more tired than usual after a run. John and Dean were both getting suspicious. One night when Sammy headed to bed at 8pm without it being a punishment John got concerned and asked,

"Sammy, are you feeling alright?"

"Yes sir, I'm just a little tired and know that tomorrow is a six mile day. I just thought I could use the extra rest."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes sir, I'm fine. May I be excused?"

"Sure, good night son."

"Night Daddy."

John knew something was wrong then. When Sammy reverted back to calling him Daddy, without thinking, he knew something was bothering his son and he was going to find out what.

The next morning Dad and Uncle Bobby were up and sitting at the table when Dean and Sammy came down to ready to run.

"Morning Dad and Uncle Bobby." The boys say in unison.

"Morning boys." Bobby and John say in unison and then they all laugh.

"Pound the pavement boys."

"I thought you were running too Daddy?"

"I couldn't sleep and didn't want to wait. I just got back and out of the shower."

"Okay, see you when we get back."

"Bye." John says as they head out the door

"Hold on Dean," John called his oldest over to him.

"I'll catch up Sammy."

"Alright Dean." Sammy said as he takes off.

"Yes sir?"

"Follow him and see if you can figure what he's up to."

"Yes sir." Dean said and took off after his little brother keeping behind so he could try to find out what was going on.

Sam ran full out for the first mile then he stopped at his usual spot near the park. It was secluded enough that nobody could see. There he practiced his levitating objects and energy balls. He had stashed a few things there over the last few weeks to practice on.

Dean lost sight of Sammy and had to look around in the area where he lost him. He was about to give up when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Floating about fifty feet in the air was his missing boot. 'I'm gonna kill him' Dean thought.

Once it sunk in, Dean couldn't believe what he was seeing. As he got closer he saw Sam with his arm outstretched hand in the air. He couldn't believe that his little brother was able to do that with his mind. The boot fell and Sam cupped his hands and a blue ball formed. He aimed at a tree and the ball flew and exploded as it hit it.

'How the hell do I tell Dad about this?' He didn't know what to do. First, he had to calm down or he was going to kill his little brother.

Two questions kept running through his head, 'How could Sammy be doing that shit without letting anyone in the family know?' and 'How was Azazel getting to him?' He desperately needed to find out the answers to those questions.

Dean was just about to come out of hiding and start yelling when Sammy grabbed his head, hit his knees, and cried out in pain. Dean ran to him yelling,

"Sammy, Sammy talk to me what's wrong?"

"AHHH Dean it hurts!" He cried cradling his head.

Sam started seeing a picture in his head. It was his Dad and a car was driving straight for him. He yelled but couldn't stop the car. It plowed full force into John. The last thing Sammy saw was his Dad flying through the air.

"Sammy? Are you okay?"

"I'm better. We have to go warn Dad. He's in danger."

"Calm Down tiger, Dad's tough. Why do you think he's in danger and how do you know?"

"I saw it Dean. He's going to get hit by a car."

"What? When? Will he be alright?"

"I don't know."

"Then how do you know about the car?"

"Dean, I saw it! I had a vision."

"You want to tell me what the hell all the stuff flying and the dragon ball Z energy ball shit was all about? Since when and how can you do that?"

"Dean, please don't say anything. Please, I'm begging you. But we need to go tell Dad he's in danger!"

"Are you sure you're okay enough to get back to Uncle Bobby's?"

"I'm fine we have to go before it's too late!"

"Here, let me help you up."

They started jogging back the way they came. Sammy needed to make sure Dean wasn't going to tell on him so he said,

"Please Dean, give me your word that you won't tell."

"Why should I Sammy? I mean come on, you gotta know that doing this shit is wrong! Your ass should go straight back to the bunker and stay there."

Sam stopped running and broke down into tears.

"NO DEAN PLEASE!" Sammy yelled in a panic. "He'll hurt one or all of you. Please don't."

"Whoa Sammy. Calm down."

"You don't understand Dean. He hurts me if I don't do as he says." Sammy takes a breath and wipes at his eyes. "He took a switch to me last week. He threatens you all the time. He almost killed you when I told him I wasn't going to train anymore."

"The Mare?"

"Yes, thank God I knew what to do. I couldn't live with myself if I let any of you get hurt. Please just let me keep doing as Azazel wants."

"You okay to continue to Bobby's?"

"Yes."

They start jogging again.

"Why is he doing this Sammy?"

"I'm not sure."

Dean stopped in his tracks which caused Sammy to stop too. Sam turned to look into Dean's eyes and Dean bellowed,

"Don't you fucking lie to me and expect me to keep your secret. Tell me everything or I tell Dad."

"Okay Dean, I'll tell you everything."

"I may have to tell Dad anyway you understand that right?"

"Yeah, I know you might. I really hope you don't but it has something to do with Lucifer and a cage."

"You mean Satan." Dean couldn't believe how easily Sammy just said he was learning how to let Satan out. "You're helping let Satan out of his cage?"

"I'm just letting Azazel teach me. The Satan thing isn't for many many years and I plan to use what he is teaching me against him by then."

"I hope you're right. I still think Dad should know, But I'll keep your secret for now."

"Thank you Dean."

"I have a very bad feeling that I'm going to regret this."

"How so?"

"By not being able to sit after Dad is done wearing my backside out."

They round the corner and see Dad and Bobby looking their way. John waits until they are within hearing distance and yells,

"Where have you two been? I know it doesn't take either of you this long to run six miles."

Dean was about to answer when Sammy grabbed his head and hit the ground again.

"Dean." Sammy yelled, "AHHH"

Dean quickly grabs his brother. John and Bobby come running.

"What's wrong." John bellows as he pulls Sammy up and into his arms.

Sammy starts seeing another vision. It's the same one. The only difference is that he can see the color and make of the car this time. It's a royal blue Ford Taurus. Again it ends when John goes flying into the air so he doesn't know the results of the accident. He assumes his Dad dies but isn't sure.

"Dad, calm down, just give him a minute."

"Give him a minute? Give him a fucking minute? I see my son grab his head and hit his knees and you say give him a minute?"

"Yes sir, he'll be fine once it's over. It only takes a minute."

"As soon as he's better and I find out what in the hell is going on here, my belt and your backside are going to have a nice LONG talk for keeping something like this from me Dean."

"What? Wait Dad, I didn't..."

"Don't even try to tell me you didn't keep this from me Dean Eric. How do you explain the fact that you know that he will be okay when it's over if you didn't know about it."

Sam's better now. The pain is gone and he feels much better.

"Daddy, Dean..."

"Sammy, are you alright?"

"Yes sir. Dean..."

"We can talk about Dean later. Right now I want to know what the hell that was and how long has it been going on."

"It was a vision and this is only the second time. That's why it took us so long to run the miles, sir. Dean helped me get through the first one."

"Ace, I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize Dad. I know it was your fear talking."

"So a vision huh?" Bobby asked changing the subject. "What'd ya see?"

"Dad, you have to be careful."

"You saw something happening to me? What was it a Vamp or a ghoul?"

"A blue Ford Taurus." Dean says sarcastically.

"You get hit by a car Dad."

"So do I live?"

"I don't know. It stops with you in mid air."

"Why do you think you're having visions?" Bobby asks.

"I don't know sir."

"Sam, don't lie. We all know something has been going on with you. Is Azazel back?" John demands.

Sam looked at Dean, Bobby and then his Dad. He didn't want anyone of them hurt so he said,

"It just happened, sir. I don't know what caused it."

Everyone noticed that Sam avoided directly answering the question so that told them all they needed to know. Azazel was back and had his claws back into the baby of the family. They had to figure out how to declaw the demon and free Sam from his clutches.

"Okay, go hit the showers. You're taking it easy for a while, until we figure out what's triggering it."

"Yes sir." Sammy said going into the house.

'Azazel's not going to like this!' Sam thought as he grabbed his clothes. 'I hope I can keep everybody safe.'

"I'm going to follow him and make sure he doesn't get hit with one in the shower." Dean offered.

"Good idea. We'll talk later." John announced

"Yes sir." Dean answered.

Dean went into their room and Sam anxiously asked,

"Did you tell them?"

"Did I get the chance? No, I wasn't gone long enough. So, no I didn't tell them anything."

"Thanks jerk."

"You're welcome bitch." Dean smiled, "Oh, and about my missing boot?"

Sam gulped and grinned at Dean.

Meanwhile down in the living room, John ran his hand down his face through the stubble and sighed. He sank down into the couch, unsure what to do. Bobby walked over and handed him a shot and a beer. Then he grabbed the same for himself before sitting in his chair and said,

"Johnny, I think it's time we get some help."

"I agree, this is more than we can handle alone. We'll leave first thing in the morning."