A few days after they received the box, Ezra had acted strange. He never thought much about it thinking that his nephew was just moody but one thing led to another and he started getting stranger. Sam was in the middle of making some coffee when Ezra walked into the kitchen saying practically nothing at all.

"Morning Ezra," Sam said. "Did you sleep well?" Ezra remained quiet and grabbed something from the fridge, his father's favorite apple pie. "Ezra, that's your father's."

"So?" Ezra said rudely. "I mean come on he can make himself some more the pie isn't all his."

"Your father will be mad if you eat his pie," Sam warned him. "I can make you some."

"No, I'm fine," Ezra responded and cut the pie in half before grabbing a fork and making his way back to his room. Sam chased after him and grabbed him by the arm only meaning to talk to him but Ezra flinched and tore his arm away from Sam's grasp. "Don't touch me!" When Ezra looked at his arm and saw the bruises he stared at Sam in shock. "What the hell Uncle Sam! You bruised my arm!"

"I didn't do that," Sam said trying to keep Ezra from thinking he was abusing his nephew. "Ezra something is wrong and you aren't seeing it."

"Shut up!" Ezra's voice suddenly got deeper. "You know nothing!" Sam stepped back, something was incredibly wrong. "Now go away!" Ezra's voice returned to normal, and he went back to his room. However, the look on his nephew's face and even his eyes made Sam worried. If Ezra's voice got deeper, that meant someone or something was possessing him. Not willing to worry Shela, Sam pulled out his phone and called his brother although he was on a Rougarou case in Connecticut. Sam placed the phone to his ear and waited while the phone rang three times until someone picked up on the other end.

"Dad?" Mary's voice came through the phone. "Why are you calling now?"

"I need to talk to your uncle, why are you on his phone?"

"He told me to answer it." Mary responded.

"Can you put your uncle on the phone?" Mary agreed, and there was a moment of silence before he heard his brother over the phone.

"Go for Dean." Dean said.

"Hey Dean," Sam answered "sorry to bother you but something weird is going on with Ezra."

"Weird? How do you mean?"

"I mean he got a box in the mail recently and now he's acting strange like he's possessed."

"That's not possible, we made sure that he didn't get possessed again."

"It doesn't matter, but I don't want to tell Shela."

"Sam if you don't tell her, she's going to find out either," Dean said "where is she, anyway?"

"She's out, getting some groceries."

"So basically your stuck babysitting?" Dean asked "thanks for the help little bro but right now Mary and I got to go we're still hunting this Rougarou."

"But!" The line went dead. Silence. Now Sam had to figure something out before things got worse. Annoyed Sam placed his phone back in his pocket and went to Ezra's room to check on him. But the minute he stepped in he saw the amount of sketches present in the room. Some were on an easel and Ezra was still drawing, most likely sketching something more. Around the room there were paintings of locusts and a creepy figure stepping out of a closet. "What the.." Sam started but Ezra had already heard him.

"What are you doing in my room!" Ezra yelled. "Get out!" Ezra tossed his sketchbook at Sam who quickly pulled the door closed until he heard the thud of the book against the wooden door.

"This isn't good," Sam said when a thought occurred to him. Upon instinct, he raced down the hall and back toward the safe room. Unlocking the door, he pulled the large iron safe open and saw that in the dead center of the room, the box was no longer there. Somehow, someone had entered the safe and grabbed the box. Now he wasn't sure where the box was. The front door opened, Sam heard the sound of grocery bags being brought over to the counter. He stepped out of the hallway and saw that Shela had just gotten home. "Hey Shela," Sam spoke. "Did you have a good time shopping?"

"If you call shopping for groceries to be fun, then sure," Shela responded. "Okay, what's wrong? You look like you had a panic attack."

"So, you remember that box?"

"You mean the creepy ass box that may store a malevolent entity in it?" Shela asked. "Yes."

"We've got a problem," Sam answered and explained the situation. "Ezra's been acting weird all day, and he's also been acting weird every other day now, haven't you noticed that?"

"Yeah, but I just chalked it up as angst, but I don't like the sound of your voice.." Shela responded worriedly. "Tell me the box didn't vanish."

"I don't think it's possible, it didn't vanish, but whatever is in that box we need to find it before something worse happens to Ezra." Shela nodded and the two finished putting the groceries up before they started searching the entire bunker for the box but to no avail, they weren't able to find it. Sam was trying to remember everything that was on the box so he could write it down. He remembered that there were strange markings on it, like an old language, something that no one has spoken in a while. The minute it clicked he turned to go to the library only to see Ezra standing by the doorframe, his facial expression had changed from the sweet and caring teen to a dark and menacing look like he was ready to kill someone.

"Ezra?"

"You will not separate us," a voice said through Ezra. "Soon, he will be ours we just more of a push before we can fully take control of him."

"Get out of my nephew you bastard!"

"Brave words for a hunter," He said. "I would stay and chat, but I've got to meet someone." Before Sam could say anything back, Ezra's eyes rolled back in his head and he would have fallen hard if Sam hadn't caught him. Ezra lay in Sam's arms unmoving, he yelled for Shela who came racing in to find her son unconscious. Shela screamed and kneeled by her son, tears nearly coming out from the corner of her eyes.

"We need to get him on the couch." Shela said. Sam nodded and carefully picked his nephew up and placed him on the couch.