Here is the continuation of the Lightning Strikes series. It's called Demon's Blood. It's gory so if you have a weak stomach, well you know. LOL. I enjoyed wrting this one. There is a lot of twists and turns in it and I hope I don't kill anybody. Enjoy and please, please let me know what you think.

Thanks

Sheila

Chapter 1

"They must not care about you very much Dean or they'd be over here," said Alanya, "and I wouldn't have had to go to the them." Dean didn't say anything to Alanya, but he looked down at Brad. He barely knew this man, but he liked him. It was him that Dean spoke to.

"Are you okay," asked Dean. Brad nodded.

"I thought he was Sam. I was trying to help Sam and I walked right into a trap," said Brad kicking himself mentally "I should have known better."

"Don't worry about it." answered Dean. It has happened to all of us. It's hard sometimes, especially when the demon can make himself look like anyone he wants to."

"Yeah, but I should have known. He sent those pictures of you and and Sam to John and then I saw Sam in the hall. I thought he had somehow gotten free of the demon and escaped. I didn't think that it could be a trap. My God Dean. He looked just like Sam looks." He looked over to where Sam was and then back to Dean. "Just like him, right down to the bruises."

"I appreciate that you'd risk your life for my brother," said Dean. "Thanks."
Brad nodded again.

"This is all so very touching," said Alanya, but I told Jack and John that you'd have to be hurt again."

"What! Why!" asked Dean already getting nervous again. "WHY!!"

"Because they didn't listen to me," he said and turned toward Brad, who tried to shrink back, but Alanya grabbed his chin roughly, lifting it, forcing him to look into his eyes. They began to glow and something came over Brad. He winced and couldn't move.

"NO!" said Dean, but it was to late. Brad fell into a trance and Alanya turned back to Dean and grinned evilly.

"Sam," he said and he walked over.

"Yes uncle," said Sam glaring at the fresh meat.

"We'll get to him later," said Alanya reading Sam's thoughts.

"Still got the electric screwdriver?" he asked Sam who grinned down at Dean.

"Yes uncle," he said and went to get it. He brought it over and Dean stared at it. His hands had already been screwed to the wall and his head was killing him from where they kept slamming it against the wall, but when he saw the screwdriver a shiver went down his spine, and he was afraid.

"God no!" he yelled and watched in horror as Sam picked up two more screws. They were larger, longer, and thicker than the ones in his hands and Dean was afraid of where they were going to go. He hoped he was wrong, but he knew he wasn't. Dean's feet were chained wide to the floor. Alanya brought the sword over and placed it against Dean's neck, slicing into the skin.

"Don't move! If you so much as breathe wrong, I'm going to cut your throat. Understand!" said Alanya. Dean closed his eyes against the panic and nervously said yes.

"Take his shoe's and socks off Sam," he said and when Dean started to protest, Alanya pressed the sword deeper. Sam unchained one of Dean's feet, took off his shoe and sock, and chained his foot back to the floor. He did the same to the other foot. When he had Dean barefooted and chained back down, Alanya removed the sword and Sam stood up. He looked at Alanya who simply nodded.

"NO!" yelled Dean. "Please God NO!" Sam grabbed the screws and the screwdriver and knelt back down.

"Sam! SAMMY PLEASE!" yelled Dean but Sam wasn't in their anymore and wouldn't be unless he got some more human blood, which Alanya was going to make sure, didn't happen. It still didn't stop Dean from begging and pleading with his brother.

"SAM! GOD! NO!"yelled Dean. "PLEASE SAM!"

Sam placed one of the screw to the top of Dean's right foot and inserted the screw into the head of the screwdriver. Dean braced as Sam turned it on. He screamed in agony and shock as the screw was driven deep down into his foot and into the floor, pinning him there! Tears fell from Dean's eyes, sweat poured from his face, and he began panting heavily as the pain became almost unbearable. He could feel the bones in his foot separate as the screw was inserted. Blood poured from the wound and Sam stared hungrily.

"Sam!" yelled Alanya and he shook his head.

"Sam my God, please! Stop! No! Wait!" yelled Dean as Sam placed the second screw to Dean's left foot. Dean didn't care about being tough. He was crying from the pain and the fact that Sam was the one causing it, even though it wasn't Sam. He screamed again as Sam drove the second screw into his left foot and then into the floor pinning it there also. He couldn't stand it any more. The pain was excruciating and he passed out. Blood poured from that wound also and again Sam just stared and licked his lips.

Alanya jerked him to his feet, breaking him out of his revelrie.

"Don't!" said Alanya and shoved him backwards. "You're hard headed Sam. I'll break you of that if it's the last thing I do!" Sam just looked at Alanya and went to sit back down. This rubbed Alanya the wrong way and he stormed over.

"What was that look for!" he demanded and grabbed Sam's chin, lifting it up, looking deep into his eyes.

"Nothing uncle," said Sam. "I didn't drink his blood!"

"You would have if I hadn't stopped you," said Alanya. "I'll break you Sam. You're a demon and you're my nephew, but your hard headed and insobordinate. I won't tolerate that. Not at all. Do you understand me!"

"Yes uncle," said Sam and Alanya back handed him. His head hit the wall hard and he also fell unconscious..

"Stupid little Winchester boy," he said to Sam's unconscious form. "I'll break you. I'll break your mind into a million little peices. You're a demon. My brother changed you, but you are just as much of a prisoner here as Dean and Brad, and I don't want you to forget it. You won't get away from me. You will not change back." He picked Sam up and carried him over to the bed that was in the room and laid him on it. He cuffed his hand to it, so he couldn't get to Dean or Brad until Alanya wanted him to. He cut his own wrist and held it to Sam's mouth. He was still unconcious but involuntarily he began to drink Alanya's blood again. When he was finished feeding Sam, a small smile played on his lips.

"Sleep tight nephew." said Alanya and grabbed his other wrist, cuffing it also, just for added precaution. He gently brushed the hair from Sam's forehead. "Sleep tight."