Chapter 25

"I'm going to kill you Sam," said Lothos. "You know that, don't you? I'm going to blow you away and laugh when you take your last breath. Sam just glared at Lothos, not saying a word. This unnerved him again. Why wasn't he afraid. Dean walked up to his brother and looked at his face.

"Sam," he said and shuddered when he saw the look of hatred in his little brothers eyes. He turned to Lothos. "You're not touching my brother again Lothos," said Dean. "You're not going to hurt him. He's taken all the crap he's going to take from you. I will not let you hurt him again." Dean was shaking from anger. Tony attempted to walk up but Lothos stopped him. "Don't come any closer Tony," he said and Tony stopped. Lothos looked back at Dean.

"You're right. I'm not going to hurt him anymore. I'm going to kill him." Tony tried again. Lothos said, "Tony, I dare you to take one more step. I dare you." Tony stopped again. Lothos looked at Sam and said. "Say goodbye Sam. He raised the gun. Sam closed his eyes and braced for the bullet, then his eyes shot open as he heard Dean yell "NO!!!!" and he saw him as he jumped in front of him, just as Lothos pulled the trigger!

Pain shot through Dean as he took the bullet meant for his brother. Pain exploded in his body as it hit it's mark. Dean fell backward toward Sam.

"DEAN!!!!" yelled Sam as he caught his brother and lowered him to the ground. He looked up at Lothos. "YOU SHOT MY BROTHER!!! I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!" Tony ran up to stand by Sam as he rose to his feet and looked hatefully at Lothos. "I'm going to kill you!"

"We'll be having some more of those sessions soon Sam. To bad Dean will not be alive to help you this time. Such a foolish thing for him to do. He jumped in front of a bullet meant for you, to save your sorry ass, and you thought he had turned against you. What kind of a brother are you Sam, when you think your own brother, who has always sworn and fought to protect you, has turned against you? Now he's dead and it's all your fault." said Lothos.

Rage filled Sam and fueled his weak body with energy. He shot forward wanting to do some serious damage to Lothos! "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" he yelled.

"Sam!" said Tony, ignoring the paing in his own arms. He grabbed him. "Don't, you'll just get hurt," he said but it was to late. Lothos glared at Sam. He walked up to him and grabbed him around the throat, forcing him to his knee's. He began to gasp for breath,. When Tony tried to intervene, Lothos shoved him with his other hand and he went crashing down beside Dean. "Next time I put you in that chair, Sam it will be 10 times worse than last time. I'm going to break you, you you little bastard, one way or the other, I'm going to break you. Don't go away," he said and let him go. Sam took some deep breathes glad he could, and Lothos went out of the attic and locked the door.

Sam crawled over to Dean.

"DEAN!!!" he said. Tony knealt down beside him.

"Oh God, Oh God," said Sam. "Dean!" He cradled his brothers head in his lap and rocked back and forth. Tony looked at Sam. He looked like he was going to loose it any minute.

"Easy Sam, " said Tony and checked Dean. The bullet hit him square in the chest and Dean was bleeding profusely.

"Dean," said Tony. Dean looked up at Tony. Sam looked down at his brother.

"Tony, he's got to be ok. Please do something," he said frantically.

"I'm trying Sam," said Tony. He ran over to get some sheets and blankets out of the trunk and ran back. He pressed the sheet to the bullet wound on his chest trying to stop the blood flow.

"Sam," said Dean weakly.

"Yeah Dean. I'm here. I'm right here."

"Please don't be afraid of me anymore," he said. Sam let the tears spill over and some landed on his brothers face, but Sam didn't care. "I won't Dean. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Not...your...fault," said Dean beginning to slip.

"Don't die Dean. Please, " said Sam.

"Take...care...of...yourself...and...dad. I...protected you," said Dean.

"Yeah, you did. You always have," said Sam.

"I...always...will..." said Dean and closed his eyes.

"Dean!!!!!" yelled Sam. "NO!!!!! Dean!!!!!" Tony looked at Sam. He felt Dean for a pulse and shook his head.

"NO!!!!!!" yelled Sam and continued to rock his big brother.

Bryan heard a gunshot and woke up. He was still cuffed to the bed, and John was standing by the door. He began to tug to try to get the cuff loose. He looked at John.

"John," he said. He turned.

"Yeah," said John.

"Was that a gunshot, he asked.

"I think so," said John matter of factly. Bryan didn't like this. John didn't sound right.

"What do you think happened?" asked Bryan.

"I have no idea," said John. Something definitely wasn't right. John's son's were both in the house somewhere, and the gun fired. If it had been John, he would have been tearing the place up trying to get out, but he was acting like it was no big deal. Bryan was getting very nervous and began to tug at the cuff.

"John, I know you cuffed me back to this bunk because you didn't know what would happen after I drank that water, but I'm ok. I think it just made me sleep. You can take it off now. Ok?" said Bryan nervously. John walked over and Bryan gasped. His eyes were totally black.

"Oh shit!" he said. "John please. Let me go."

"You're not going anywhere," said John grinning. Bryan tugged again. "What the hell have they done to you?" he asked. John walked over to Bryan and grabbed his broken arm and twisted it. Bryan cried out in pain and fear.

"JOHN! What are you doing? What's the matter with you?"

"Nothings the matter with me. I'm just sick of you. I'm feeling pretty good. I actually feel free. This feeling is like a drug," he said and Bryan shook his head.

"John, that's not you. Somehow Alanya has gotten in your head. Please. Let me go! Let me help!" John twisted Bryan's arm again and he cried out.

"You'll speak only when spoken to Bryan. Is that understood," said John and Bryan decided he should probably obey. He needed to stay alive long enough to help John. He waited to long to answer and John twisted it again. "I'll snap it in two," said John and Bryan knew that right now he would. His strenght was superhuman and under Alanya's control, Bryan knew that John was liable to do anything.

"Answer me Bryan!!!!" yelled John. "Say it!"

"I'll speak only when spoken to! I understand OK!" said Bryan and John let him go. He walked back over to the door.

How the hell am I going to reach John, thought Bryan, but didn't say a word. This was not good. John was possessed by Alanya and somebody's been shot. He didn't know what they were going to do. He laid his head back against the wall trying to figure out how to free John, before, John killed him. This was bad, he thought. Very bad.