Chapter 25

"You don't have to tie me up," said Sam. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I told you I was not going to untie you," said Dean. "I meant it. I'm going to make sure you don't leave. Now stay there."

"Okay," said Sam. "But it isn't necessary." Dean looked down at him and didn't speak, letting him know the matter was closed. He covered him up.

"Try to get some sleep," he said and then grabbed his head and staggered.

"Dean let me help you. Let me go. You're getting sicker. You're not even breathing right anymore."

"I'm fine," said Dean.

"No you're not fine. You're sick! Please untie me and let me help you!"

"NO!" yelled Dean getting fed up with the whole situation. He grabbed the needle. Sam shrank back as he touched it to his lips once again. "I want you to shut your mouth Sam. Do you understand me! Is that clear! If you don't then the next time I pick this up I'll use it, ok?"

"Yes," said Sam defeated. Dean put it down.

"Now get some sleep." Sam nodded and closed his eyes. He woke up in the cave.

"Hello little Sammy," said Alanya. Sam's head jerked up. He was chained to the wall. Alanya came out of the shadows. He was very angry. He didn't walk, no; he stalked over to Sam and slapped him hard across his face. Sam winced but didn't cry out, not this time. He wouldn't give the demon the satisfaction. He wasn't scared. He was mad.

"What the hell did you do to my brother," he yelled. Alanya laughed. "None of your business," he said.

"I'm going to kill you Alanya. I'm going to kill you for what you've done to both me and my brother. I'm going to kill you for what you've done to my friends and my dad and before you say it, it's not a threat. It's a promise. We've beat you once and we'll do it again. We've already killed your brother."

Rage filled the demon and he slapped Sam hard again busting his lip and then he grabbed him around the throat. "We'll see," he said. Sam woke up in Jack's bedroom. He felt the blood and wiped it off. He was pouring sweat. Dean was sitting at the desk just watching him. It was 6 am.

"Didn't you sleep," asked Sam?

"No," said Dean and rubbed his face.

"Will you untie me?"

"No," said Dean and got up but sit back down before he fell. He was so dizzy and extremely hot but he had chills that reached down into his bones.

"Dean please. I have to go to the bathroom." Dean looked at his brother and staggered over to unlock the cuffs. He took a knife out of his waste band and cut the duct tape from his ankles.

"Thanks," said Sam and stood up. Dean grabbed him and placed the knife to his throat. Sam swallowed hard but didn't speak. He knew better. "You do what you've got to do and you get back here, understand?" Sam nodded and Dean let him go. He went to the bathroom. When he came back Dean shoved him back down on the bed and cuffed his hand back to the rail.

"You don't have to do that," pleaded Sam.

"Shut up Sam," warned Dean and looked at the needle on the nightstand but this time Sam couldn't help himself and spoke even though he was warned not to.

"Dean, Alanya has put something on you. You're sick. You need help. Please let me help you!"

"I don't need any help!" yelled Dean. Sam jumped and winced at his angry words. Dean swayed again and had to hold onto the bed to keep from falling.

"PLEASE!" cried Sam. "Let me help you!"

Dean staggered over to the door and unlocked it. He was drunk but not from alcohol. He was breathing rapidly and he began to cough again. "BRYAN!" he yelled. "GET THE HELL UP HERE!"

Bryan slowly came up the stairs. When he reached the top he raised his hands because Dean had his gun pointed at him. The first thing he noticed was how Dean looked. He looked awful. He was sweating like crazy and shaking from the chills. His face was beet red and he was holding onto the wall for support.

"Dean," said Bryan softly and took a step, but stopped when he cocked the gun. "Haven't you slept?" He looked into Dean's eyes which were also very red and swollen.

"I don't need to sleep," said Dean.

"Dean come on man, let me help you," said Bryan even more softer. "We're friends. Sam is your brother."

"I know who you are," said Dean. "You're the ones that hurt me! It won't happen again!"

"Dean that wasn't us," said Bryan trying hard to convince him. "We didn't know what we were doing."

"Get in the room," said Dean. Bryan nodded. John came up the stairs. Dean pulled the trigger and shot right beside his dad's head. "SHIT!" yelled John and ducked. "Son of a bitch!" He threw up his hands. "DEAN!"

"Easy Dean," said Bryan. "Just take it easy ok?"

"Get the hell back down those stairs!" John nodded and slowly made his way back down. Dean turned to Bryan.

"Get in the damn bedroom!" he yelled. Bryan nodded and walked inside. He saw Sam chained to the bed. He looked to be ok right now so Bryan turned his attention to Dean.

"Where do you want me," he asked. Dean nodded to Jack's desk. Bryan went over and sat down.

"If you try anything Bryan I'll kill you, understand?" Bryan nodded and placed his hands palms down on the desk so Dean could see them. He looked toward the bed once again. "You okay," he asked Sam? He could see the bruise on his cheek where Dean had slapped him.

"I'm fine," said Sam. "Alanya had me back in the cave."

"When," asked Bryan.

"Last night; when I went to sleep. I woke up in the cave. I was chained to the wall. He was so angry. He's put something on Dean. He won't let me help him."

"SHUT UP!" yelled Dean and grabbed his head. "You're making my head hurt!" He wobbled on his feet. Bryan knew he was on the verge of passing out. He just had to be patient. When he did, they'd get him in the tub of water and get his fever down, but Dean had other plans.

"Why am I here," Bryan asked, not real sure he wanted to know the answer.

"I want you to tell me which one of you sewed my damn mouth shut?"

"I don't remember," said Bryan.

"It was Sam wasn't it," asked Dean accusingly.

"I don't remember Dean," said Bryan again. "I promise you I don't remember." Dean staggered and Bryan started to get up.

"Do not move!" yelled Dean.

"Okay Dean," said Bryan more calmly than he felt. He swallowed hard and stayed where he was.

Dean walked over to Bryan. "Keep your hands on the desk," Dean ordered. Bryan nodded and did as he was told. Dean picked up a silver letter opener.

"Dean," said Bryan and stood up behind the desk. He kept his palms on top but Dean backed up and pointed the gun at Sam. He was beginning to hyperventilate. "Sit the hell down," he said. He was sweating more than ever. When Bryan remained on his feet, he cocked the gun and placed the barrel against Sam's head. Sam closed his eyes and snapped.

"Dean please don't!" he yelled. He shrank back. He was terrified all over again and all the guilt came flooding back.

"Shut up Sam!" yelled Dean.

"Don't," said Bryan trying his best to keep his voice calm and quiet despite how he felt on the inside. He sat back down quickly. Sam wasn't handling it anymore. He was loosing it. Bryan could see it all over him. He saw the fear and the guilt and it scared him. He also saw the panic. He was getting very nervous about how Sam was acting and about what Dean was doing.

"Don't," he said again. "Let me help you. You don't want to hurt your brother. I know you don't. We did not hurt you on purpose. We were being controlled by a demon man! You don't want to hurt Sam! PLEASE!"

"Yes I do," yelled Dean and took Sam's hand placing it against the wood head board.

"NO!" yelled Sam. "PLEASE!"

"How about it Sam? What if I drive this letter opener through your damn hand! I want you to feel what I felt! You did this to me Sam, didn't you!"

That did it. Sam looked up at Dean. "YES!" he said. "I did!"

Dean touched the tip of the letter opener to Sam's palm.