Thanks to my friend Sheila for all of her help and thanks for the reviews. Jackie

Chapter 4

"Castiel, please, I'm begging you. You once came to me before. I'm asking for your help again."

John stood outside the house in the backyard pondering Castiel's appearance.

It's Dean. That psychopath, Mad Dog, has him in his wicked clutches again. We need your help desperately and fast." John was waiting impatiently, worry clearly evident on his face.

"Please," he said earnestly. "Please help me find Dean."

He heard a small voice from behind him and suddenly felt a hand, touch his shoulder. He turned around swiftly and stood there face to face with Castiel.

"Castiel, I was hoping you would come." John said excitedly. "Did you just say something?"

"Yes I did," the angel replied. "We don't have much time. I know where Dean is. Mad

Dog is holding him at a retreat solely against his will. He wants Dean to become

one of his followers."

"Dean would never follow Mad Dog." John replied positively.

"They have there ways John, it's not very pleasant I'm afraid."

John's eyes looked down bestowing. "If that bastard hurts Dean again I will

kill him," he breathed. "Thanks for your help with my son Castiel." John acknowledged gratefully.

Castiel nodded. "It will give you a peace of mind knowing that I'm watching over your son. Good luck in getting Dean out of there."

"I will promise you that everything will turn out ok, and it will." Then John said with assurance in his voice, "I will make sure of that."

As Castiel disappeared, John ran straight back into the house. Mary, Bobby and

Sam was waiting for him.

"It doesn't sound good," he told his family and Bobby. "Mad Dog is keeping him at a retreat. We have to come up with a plan to get Dean out of there and bring him home safely."

"Were going to have to break in there ourselves, John, and get Dean the hell out of there, but that doesn't sound like it's going to be that easy," Bobby said. "That place is probably built like a fortress. Usually those cults are. They want to make it very hard for anyone to come in and disturb what they are doing with their so called followers."

Mary had sat down but now, restless, she rose up from the chair and started pacing the room. "Oh my God," Mary gasped. "John, they could be torturing him," she said frantically.

She burst into tears. Large drops flowed down her cheeks one after the other. John's anger was building up inside him more than ever. "I will kill that son of a bitch with my bare hands if he torture's Dean," he vowed and took his wife in his hand and just held her trying to offer her some reassurance.

Dean had only been asleep for an hour, If you could even call that sleeping.

Dean tiredly rose from his uneasy sleep with a jarring gasp as the guards entered the room and kicked him hard repeatedly.

"Wake up!" The guard yelled. Dean was still half asleep.

"Come on, you have to wake up now. Mad Dog is coming soon." The guard delivered a vicious slap to Dean's face that sent him reeling backwards. He lay there stunned, unable to move.

He lay on the bed dazed. "Let's try this again Dean. Get Up!" The other guard said as he forced Dean to sit up straight.

"No sleeping," the guard yelled. "We don't want to give you

any more electrical shocks but we will if you don't tell us who your leader is.

You must tell us Dean," he said sharply. "Say it Dean, you have to say who

your leader is or we will shock you."

Dean began to sweat profusely, his breathing increasing as he muttered, "Mad Dog is my leader. Mad Dog is my leader." He repeated.

"Great job Dean. Your leader is coming in to see you now."

Just then Mad Dog walked in with Tyrone and Lester.

"Have you given him more of the drug," he asked the guard standing closest to him.

"No, we thought you would like the pleasure," he grinned as he handed over the needle.

Mad Dog grinned sadistically. "I'm going to give you another injection, Dean. The dose of the drug needs to be increased. You will require a larger daily dose. It will be easier for you then anyone in a hypnotic trance will perform a most extreme immoral act. You will obey my orders regardless of what anyone else says."

Mad Dog grasped the needle. "No!" Dean yelled. "You son of a bitch! I'm not going to let you inject me!" Dean tried moving away as hard as he could. Desperately he put up his right arm to block the attack, but the guard swiftly grabbed Dean's arm tightly. Dean began to shudder and he squirmed a bit. Mad Dog inserted a long sharp needle in his arm, injecting Dean with the drug.

His arm suffered bruises from the severe injection. Dean still squirmed, feeling a sharp stabbing pain in his arm. Suddenly, he felt very nauseous, he began to feel very sick. He moaned as he felt cold little shivers run through his entire body. He feared he would become seriously ill. "Oh God, I can't be getting sick, not now." He thought that he might pass out at any moment.

His eyes became glassy as he fell into a trance. Dean began to rub his eyes as he suddenly became locked into a trance like state. He was sitting on the edge of the bed quivering in his trance, feeling completely lost.

Mad Dog glanced toward the guard. "While he is on the drug, he will do anything I say. This is only a test Winchester. Now I want you to do something for me. I want you to pick up that gun and shoot Lester," he ordered.

"What, no, he can't shoot me Mad Dog." Lester said nervously.

Dean was still feeling very sick and weak. He got up from the bed in his trance like state and walked over to the gun, picking it up.

Dean's weary eyes were bloodshot and tired from lack of sleep.

He struggled to focus as he stared toward Lester. His expression was empty, void. Disillusioned, he aimed the gun directly towards Lester. Dean pulled the trigger and fired the weapon. The bullet struck Lester causing him to fall to the floor.

"You just shot me in the arm," Lester said furiously. The two guards grabbed hold of

Lester and carried him through the door.

"Well done Dean, I'm so proud of you, now give the gun to me." Dean handed the gun over to Mad Dog.

Mad Dog was very satisfied the drug was working. "I want you to take this pill.

For your reward, I will let you sleep just one more time, and that is all you will be able to get", he said coldly.

Dean took the pill and immediately passed out on the floor. Tyrone and Mad

Dog picked him up and carried him over to the bed. Dean was in a deep sleep.

Mad Dog leaned in close over Dean's unconscious form. "The drug is working perfectly and soon you will be ready." Touching his shoulder, his eyes glinted evilly. "Soon you will be ready to kill your own parents."

TBC.