Okay folks this one is short. The next will be longer. I paused in this one for dramatic effect. Please don't have a heart attack. LOL Enjoy.

Sheila

Chapter 6

"We have to hurry John, before Alanya comes back," said Jack. "The rock salt won't keep him away for long. We have to get out of here."

"I agree," said John and walked up to Dean.

"Dad," said Dean weakly. He was covered with blood, which made John angry all over again.

"I'm here son. You okay?" he asked. Dean didn't answer. He could hardly form words. John gently took Dean's head in his hands and lifted it up to look him in the eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked his eldest son again. Dean nodded. Jack looked at the screws in his hands and feet. They were already getting infected and Dean was already getting a fever because of it. Jack shook his head.

"This is going to be tricky," he told John. John also looked at the screws and nodded.

"There's not going to be any easy way to do it," he replied glancing at Jack. Dean was hurting so bad and he was about to pass out, John took his head in his hands again. "Dean, stay with me okay?" he said and Dean nodded again.

"Jack," said Dean even weaker.

"Yeah," Jack answered touching Dean's shoulder.

"Can...you...help...Sam?" he asked.

"I'm sure going to try Dean," Jack replied.

"It...wasn't...his...fault," said Dean exhausted with the effort of just saying those few words. He looked up at his dad, tears in his eyes. John wiped them off. Dean was breaking his heart.

"I know Dean," said John. "He'll be okay son. So will you."

"It's okay Dean," said Jack. "We're going to get you loose." John walked over to get the the electric screwdriver and Dean stared at his father in fear. He began to shake his head, but it just made him dizzy, which brought on a wave of nausea."

"It's the only way to get them out Dean," said John. Dean swallowed hard and nodded. He knealt down to his son's feet and unchained them first. Then he inserted the screwdriver into the head of the screw in Dean's right foot and hit the reverse button. Dean screamed in pain as John pulled the screw out.

"I'm sorry son!" said John. "I'm so sorry." Dean laid his head back against the wall, tears flowing from his eyes.

"GOD!!!!!! yelled John jumping up.

"What?" asked Jack as he looked around.

"Alanya is so dead!!!!!" yelled John. Dean winced. His head had been hit so much that John's rantings hurt. John looked at Dean. "I'm sorry Dean. I shouldn't have yelled." John tried to calm down for his son's sake but all he could think about was killing that bastard Alanya in the most painful way possible for what he'd done to his kids.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut agains the pain. When he opened them again John asked if was ready for him to continue. Dean nodded. John inserted the screwdriver into the head of the screw in his left foot, hit the switch and pulled it out. Dean screamed again. By the time he'd gotten them out of his hands, he was panting and pouring sweat. Jack undid the chains that held his hands to the wall and Dean fell into his fathers arms. John winced as he caught him. Jack helped because of John's broken wrist and they both lowered Dean to the ground. He was barely conscious and in a lot of pain.

"Okay Dean," said Jack. "Okay. Just take it easy. Are you still with me?" Dean looked up at Jack, but his vision was wavering. He nodded.

"Okay," answered Jack. "Other than your hands and feet are you hurting anywhere else?" he asked. Dean nodded again.

"Where Dean?" asked Jack, but he didn't answer. Jack touch his forehead. He was burning up. "Dean, I'm going to need for you to answer me. Where else are you hurting?"

"My head...my chest..." said Dean.

"Okay, I know what's wrong with your head. I know you've been cut on your chest. What I need to know is, is that what's hurting. Is it the cut that's making your chest hurt or are you having chest pains?" asked Jack.

"The...cut," answered Dean. "Not...chest...pains." He was pouring sweat. Just talking was taking a lot out of him. "Dad?"

"I'm here son," said John. "Let him take care of you." John was getting angrier by the minute.

"Dean, I'm going to take care of all of it okay," said Jack, "but first we're going to take you to the other room." Dean nodded and Jack and John helped Dean to his feet and placed his arms around each of their shoulders, because his legs wouldn't hold him up. Dean winced as he was moved. God it hurt so bad, he thought.

"Thanks," said Dean and both Jack and John smiled reassuringly. They got him back to the other room and laid him down. Jack cleaned his wounds on his hands, feet and chest with alacahol. Dean winced and sucked in a breath even as he arched his back, he knew it had to me done, but it hurt just the same. Jack placed a gauze dressing on each of his hands and feet. He covered the one to his chest with another. Dean began to squirm.

"Easy Dean," said Jack as he finished up. "Take it easy. I'm finished."

"How's...Sam?" asked Dean. "Don't...lie...to...,me."

"I don't know. Brad's checking on him," said Jack. "I'm not lying Dean."

"Dad," he said.

"Yeah son," John replied. "I'm here."

"Not...Sam's...fault. He...couldn't help...it. Don't...be...mad...at him," said Dean and began breathing heavily again.

"I know Dean. I'm not mad at Sam. I don't blame Sam for anything," said John.

"Dad," said Dean getting weaker.

"Yeah," said John placing a hand on his son's forhead. He was even hotter than just a few minutes before. His head actually burned John's hand.

"You're...okay. Not...possessed," said Dean.

"I'm okay," said John. "Thanks to Brad. He's the one that got Alanya out of me. I'm sorry I hurt you and your brother," he said.

"It's...okay...Dad. It...wasn't you're...fault. You...were possessed." said Dean. He winced and then gasped and stopped breathing.