Chapter 13
John and Jack were in Jack's office at the hospital. It was 6 am and even though they had looked everywhere, there was no sign of Dean. John was sitting on the couch with his elbows on his knee's. He had his head in his hands. He had never been so afraid in his entire life.
"Are you okay?" asked Jack.
"No, I'm not okay Jack," replied John dropping his hands. "Both of my son's are being held prisoner by a demon! One of them has been made a demon and the other, he just wants to torture." He looked up into Jack's face and said, "We both know where there at! We're going to get them right now."
"John..." said Jack shaking his head.
"Do not John me, Jack! I am not going to let that bastard keep my son's! I'm not leaving them there with him, so forget it! Dean did not need to be taken out of the hospital yet. He's strong but the torture has been going on to long and I don't even know how Sam is going to be when we do get him back!"
"Sam and Dean are both going to be okay," said Jack. "I'm going to tell you this though and please don't get mad, but Sam is not going to come with us willingly. We are going to have to basically kidnap him and force him to come with us. If we go barging in there, Alanya will kill Dean and you know it. We'll get them both back, but we have to have a plan. We can't just go to the cave and say "hey we're here to get Sam and Dean back," and expect Alanya to just them over to us. Shit!" said Jack.
John frowned. "What is it?" he asked.
"I keep trying to call Tony and them but nobody answers. Not even on their cell phones. I'm getting a little nervous," answered Jack.
John groaned. "You don't think he's got them too do you?" he asked.
"I don't know," said Jack. "I hope not." Teresa came into Jack's office after knocking on the door. Jack and John both looked up.
"Well did you find Bull. I want to talk to him. He was suppose to be watching him," said Jack angrily.
"Bull's dead," said Teresa.
"What," asked Jack.
"He killed himself last night when he got home. His landlord said he looked like he was in a trance and he blew his brains out," said Teresa.
"My God!" said Jack. He looked at John. Both were thinking the same thing.
Dean opened his eyes. He was back inside the cave he had come to hate. He was in a chair, hands cuffed behind him and feet chained to the floor. He shook his head to clear his mind and looked up into the vacant eyes of his brother, who was standing in front of him. Dean swallowed hard.
"Sam," he said. "What are you doing?" Sam didn't answer. This made Dean nervous. He looked around. "Where is Alanya?" he asked.
"Taking care of some business," said Sam cocking his head. He actually sounded like his brother thought Dean but knew he wasn't. He was still a demon and very dangerous.
"We're alone," asked Dean.
"For now," said Sam and Dean nodded.
"Good," he said. "Sam I want you to listen to me," said Dean. He was dizzy and nauseated. He felt like he was going to be sick, and he could tell from how flushed his face felt and the chills that he still had a fever. His head was killing him where Alanya had slammed it into the wall and he was exhausted and very weak, but he was going to reach his brother, or at least he was going to try.
"I'm listening," said Sam as he came over a little closer to Dean. The move was threatening to say the least. The way he just kind of stalked over to him was a little unnerving. Dean swallowed hard again.
"Sam you were not born a demon," said Dean. "You were made one. I want you to let me help you. I'm your brother. I know how to change you back." Sam stalked closer to his brother and glared down at him, then he walked behind him and checked the cuff on his wrists. He walked over to the side of the cave and grabbed a cart, pushing it over toward Dean, who just stared at all the the things on it. He looked up at his brother nervously and said, "Come on Sam! You're kidding me!"
Brad woke up abruptly when he heard somebody come into the room. It was Alanya. He jumped up to his feet and tried to stay as far away from him as he could. "Where am I?" he asked.
"You're in a place where nobody will ever find you," said Alanya. "I've been waiting for this for a long time." He approached Brad who just backed away. I want to tell you a story Brad and I want you to pay real close attention.
"Do I have to?" he asked Alanya sarcastically and earned himself a glare.
"Yes you do," said the demon. "When a pack of wolves hunt for their prey? Say they're stalking a herd of deer. They don't jump right in the middle of the herd because the deer, together would destroy the wolves. They wait until they see the one deer that is lagging behind. The one that has fallen back from the herd. When he is far enough away from the rest of the deers, the wolves pounce and kill the deer. He's alone, so he don't stand a chance," said Alanya.
"And you're telling me this because?" prompted Brad not really wanting to know.
This made Alanya angry which was a mistake, but it was to late for Brad to take it back. "I'm telling you this you smart assed little bastard because you're that deer." Alanya paused for effect and to let his words sink in to this hard headed human and then he continued. "Meet my pack."
Brad's head shot up and around the room frantically as he began to hear noises.
"NO!" yelled Brad as spirits came from everywhere! They just floated right through the walls. Brad stared in shock as they surrounded him. One of them pushed in a metal table while several others grabbed him and strapped him down on it. Brad tried his best to fight them off but it was no use. There were too many of them. They cuffed his hands and feet to the table with heavy duty metal cuffs and then backed up as Alanya walked over to him. Brad tugged and pulled but couldn't get away.
"Yes Brad I've waited for this a long time," said Alanya as Brad began to pant heavily. "Remember all the torture you recieved last time we met?" he asked. "It will pale in comparison. This is going to be 10 times worse. I hope you rested last night because it's the last you'll get," said Alanya.
At Jack's house in the basement Tony wasn't doing any better. Bryan was still under Alanya's control and had grabbed a lot of different things to use on him. He was still strapped to the bed, and the wood was still between his feet making them hang off the sides of the bed. Bryan walked down and pulled he legs of his jeans up a little.
"Bryan what the hell are you going to do to me?" asked Tony suddenly very afraid. He didn't like where this was going at all and he didn't like the look in his partners eyes. If he didn't reach him soon, Tony feared he was going to do some major damage to him.
"Well you know how you always seem to get away from my master?" said Bryan. "I'm going to make sure that it don't happen anymore. He grabbed a scalpel and walked down to his partners feet and then all of a sudden realization hit Tony like a ton of bricks and he knew exactly what Bryan had in mind. He stared at Bryan in shock and fear and began to breathe heavily!
"Bryan no!" yelled Tony. "We're friends man! Come on! You've got to fight him! You don't want to do that! PLEASE!"
"Oh yes Tony," said Bryan matter of factly. "I do! I can't wait."
"Look Bryan," said Tony desperately. "I will not try to get away. I promise. I'll do exactly what you say!" He looked into his partners eyes and became frantic. Bryan was grinning evilly.
"Oh my God!" yelled Tony. "Are you crazy! Have you lost your mind! Please don't do that to me Bryan! You're my friend! My best friend!" said Tony and began to struggle.
"Tony I can either do this the easy way or the hard way! The choice is yours. It's going to hurt either way, but doing it the hard way will hurt more," said Bryan.
"NO!" screamed Tony. "BRYAN PLEASE! MY GOD! DON'T!!!" Bryan grinned and grabbed his right foot exposing his ankle. Tony fought like mad.
"Fine then," said Bryan. "The hard way it is!"
"Bryan please!" said Tony as he pulled Tony's foot against the board they were chained to. This exposed his ankle. "What the hell are you doing!" he yelled. "I told you I won't try to get away!" Tony began to tug and pull at th straps trying his best to get away.
"Shut up Tony," said Bryan calmly.
"No! You don't want to do this!" yelled Tony.
"Shut up Tony!" Bryan yelled it this time and Tony shut his mouth, but he pleaded with his eyes for him not to do what he was about to do."
"I'm doing this Tony so you might as well get ready for it," said Bryan. Tony braced as Bryan took the scalpel and cut down into Tony's right ankle! Tony screamed in pain. He got sick at his stomach and thought he would throw up. The cut was deep and long. Blood poured from the laceration into the container that Bryan had placed under his foot. Pain flooded Tony from from his foot all the way up to his leg, but another pain also flooded him and that pain was the pain in his soul. He could not believe that Bryan had actually done that. Tony knew that it wasn't Bryan, but Alanya that was controlling him He tried to hang on to that and hoped that he would stop now, but he wasn't through. Tony watched in horror as Bryan grinned evilly and went to his left foot and pressed it against the wood also exposing his left ankle.
"Bryan! MY God! Please don't!" yelled Tony. He was beginning to hyperventilate as Bryan placed the scalpel to his left ankle and again cut down into it deep and long! Tony screamed in agony as the blood flowed into the container that had been placed there. Tears sprang to his eyes and involuntarily spilled over and down his cheeks. He was already beginning to get weak from the loss of blood that was flowing like a faucet. Bryan walked up to Tony's head and grabbed his hair forcing him to look at him. He placed the scalpel to his neck. Tony didn't move a muscle. He was afraid too.
"Bryan," he said weakly. "Please listen to me," but Bryan pressed the scalpel into his neck harder drawing blood.
"I believe I told you to shut up.. I don't want to hear your mouth. I don't want you to try to get Bryan back. He's mine, just like Sam. I'm not letting either one of them go. I control him Tony. Bryan's not a demon any more, but I control him and if you insist on talking to him, I'm going to make him start cutting you all over. Understand!" said Alanya. Tony nodded. He was afraid not too. He didn't have a choice plus he was getting weaker from the loss of blood. He could barely talk.
"Good, now you can't walk, so you can't escape. Not this time. You're all alone Tony. Bryan belongs to me. Remember though, I can still hurt him too." Tony closed his eyes and pushed down the pain and the the panic. If Alanya wasn't going to let him talk to Bryan then how the hell was he going to be able to reach him? When Tony opened his eyes again they got wide and suddenly he found his voice.
"No!" he yelled as Bryan took a cauterizing iron and put it against Tony's ankle's. He had lost a lot of blood and he was about to pass out. He was weak and very light headed and apparently Bryan was going to stop the bleeding by cauterizing the two lacerations. Bryan was going to burn him to get the bleeding to stop. That was going to hurt as much or more than the cuts to his ankle's.
"Bryan please," said Tony weakly but Bryan just glared at him.
"I'm going to stop the bleeding Tony. I want you very weak but not dead." Tony closed his eyes again and then they shot open and he screamed bloody murder as Bryan used the cauterizing gun to stop the bleeding. Tony couldn't handle it any more. The pain was to much, and he passed out.
Dean watced as Sam circled his chair. He had tried and tried to get through to his brother but it just fell on deaf ears. He watched carefully as Sam uncuffed his hands, and then tied them to the arms of the chair.
"What are you doing Sam," said Dean.
"I want to be able to get to this IV easy," said Sam.
"Why?" asked Dean nervously. He wish he never did. Sam brought a bowl of ice water over and sat it on the table in front of Dean who looked at it warily. "What are you going to do with that Sam," asked Dean.
"Experiment," said Sam.
"What the hell do you mean experiment!" said Dean.
"I'm going to put different things in your bloodstream and see how your body reacts to them. Dean looked at him like he was crazy.
"What!" he said and tried to jerk back when he pulled up the ice water in a syringe. He inserted the needle into the port and delivered it into his vein. Dean jerked uncontrolably as ice water hit his system. "I heard ice water will make your body go into shock. I'm curious," he said.
"No," said Dean as Sam placed more. His body jerked again as Dean began to shake all over.
"Sammy stop it!" yelled Dean. Sam frowned, apparently not getting the reaction he was expecting. He walked over and pulled up boiling water and brought it over. He pulled some up and inserted it into Dean's veins and he screamed as it set his body on fire. Sam grinned. That's better," he said. "I heard boiling water will raise your body temperature up," said Sam.
"Sam, you got to stop this man! Please listen to me! I know how to change you back! I Know how to get you back Sam," said Dean. Sam threw the syringe down on the table and backhanded Dean hard across the face.
"Shut the hell up Dean!" he said as blood poured from Dean's nose and mouth. He stared up at Sam who was looking at the blood.
"Take it Sam. I made you mad so you would hit me. Take it. Taste it. I taste good. You know you want some," said Dean. Sam must have still had some of Lothos in him because he wanted to take from Dean. He wanted to taste his blood. "Just a little," he thought. "Alanya would never know. He would just see what it was like," he said to himself. His stomach began to churn with hunger and Dean held his breath hoping to God Alanya wouldn't stop him this time. Sam wiped the blood off his brothers face and stared at it on his hand. He looked into Dean's eyes and licked the blood off.
"That's it Sammy," said Dean. "Want some more?" Sam blinked. He looked over at the table and picked up the syringe.
"No Sam," said Dean but he didn't put anything in the syringe this time. He attached it to the IV and drew some blood out of Dean's arm and removed the needle. Then he squirted it in his mouth and blinked again.
"Take more Sam," said Dean not believing that he was actually telling his baby brother to drink his blood, but Jack said that was how you got him back and so that was what Dean was going to do." Sam filled the syringe at least 3 more times, drinking his brothers blood. After the last syringe full, Sam staggared backwards as memories flooded his mind again. Not a lot, just pieces. He saw him and Dean together. They were sitting in a black car together talking. He saw them fighting side by side. This confused Sam and he stumbled back some more. He had not said a word since he first licked the blood, he just kept staring as little bits and pieces of more memories came.
"Sam," said Dean softly. "I'm your brother man. You're not a demon. Not originally. You were made one." Sam shook his head and went to lay down because he began to get a small headache over his right eye. Dean let out a sigh of relief. It was working. He knew it was. Sam was going to need a lot more. That little bit would never do, but it was a start. Dean hoped he was on his way to getting his little brother back.