Hello everyone. I'm not getting as many reviews as I like. Please review. I would like to thank the ones that are reading and reviewing and like I said if just one person continues to read and review then I'll keep writing. Thanks to all of you. This is one of my favorite chapters. I like the way they take care of each other. I've been through a lot of crap the last year and a half and would love for people to care that way about me. It is the ultimate in friendship and family and it makes me wonder if there is anybody like that in the real world. Enjoy everyone. I enjoyed writing this one and made it longer than the rest. I couldn't stop writing. I thought about splitting it up but then I remembered that over here, people like longer chapters so I left it together. I'll update again probably tomorrow.

Sheila

Chapter 36

Three hours later they arrived back at the house they had rented. Dean still had ot woke up, but Jack and Sam seemed to be doing better. John jumped out of the van and ran over to his truck. He got some weapons and clothes and placed a gun in his waistband. Tony and Bryan grabbed all of the medical supplies, including the medicine and bandages that Jack always carried with him and put them in the van also. Sam grabbed clothes, weapons, the computer and the journal and put them in the van. One hour later they were ready to go.

"Wait," said John. "I left something inside. I have to go get it. I'll be right back. Sam climbed back in the van and they waited for John. He came out a few minutes later with some bottled water, and energy bars, as well as the junk food that Dean loved so much. Bryan looked.

"Just in case," said John and jumped back in the back of the van. Tony and Bryan climbed back in the front and they took off, not really knowing where they were going. Around 6pm they finally pulled up in front of a motel and went inside to rent ajoining rooms. Each room had two beds and a sofa that also let out into a bed.

John carried Dean inside and laid him down. It had been 24 hours and Dean still had not stirred. John kept trying to wake his son up, but it was no use. Tony and Sam helped Jack inside and was about to lay him in another bed.

"Wait," he said. He walked over to Dean on shakey and painful legs and felt his head. He was still hot. Jack took some medicine and injected it into Dean's arm delivering the antibiotics to his bloodstream. Jack winced with ever step. He looked at Tony's arms.

"Five of those cuts need stitches," said Jack.

"Do it in the morning Jack," answered Tony. Jack nodded. Tony went in to take a shower. Jack walked over to Bryan and for once he didn't fight about him looking at him. He felt his arm and sighed.

"It's broken in two places Bryan. It needs a cast," said Jack.

"It'll be ok. The sling is keeping it still," said Bryan not liking the way Jack was looking.

"Sam, you ok?" asked Jack.

"I think so," he said.

"Good," said Jack as Tony came out of the shower.

"I'm gonna pass out now," said Jack and went down.

"Jack!" said Tony. He rushed over and checked him. He was just unconscious. Tony and Sam picked him up and put him to bed.

"He needs to get all that blood and wax and crap off him," said Bryan.

"He can do it in the morning. He needs to rest." Bryan went to take a shower. John went into the other bathroom and took his, then brought some water and washed Dean off as best he could. Sam took his shower, and then with John's help, and because the only doctor was now unconscious, he took some bandages and dressed the entrance and exit holes where Dean had been shot. Everybody felt better and all decided to just go to bed. It was 8pm.

At 10 pm Dean opened his eyes and groaned. Something wasn't right. What had happened? Where was he? He was in a dark room, all by himself. He got to his feet and looked around.

"Where the hell am I," he said aloud, turning in a slow circle.

"With me," said a voice. Dean cringed at the sound of it. He recognized it and spun around. Alanya came out of the shadows.

"Hello Dean," he said. Dean didn't answer. He only glared.

"You're pathetic, you know that?" asked Alanya. He raised a hand and a portal appeared. Dean gasped. He saw himself in the hotel room, still unconscious. Alanya had brought him here in his mind. His body was still at the hotel. He looked at Alanya.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"You know what I want. You're going to die Dean. You're a fool. You know that?"

"I'd rather be a fool Alanya, than a stupid son of a bitch like yourself," quipped Dean. It was the wrong thing to say. Alanya threw Dean backwards with his mind. Dean slammed into the wall and Alanya chained him there.

"Seem familiar?" he asked Dean.

He began to struggle to get free. Alanya walked over and grabbed him around the throat and squeezed. "BE STILL!" he said. Dean began to choke. He couldn't breathe. He did as he was told and went still, not moving a muscle.

"Now you listen to me. You're going to watch your friends and family die Dean. One at a time. It won't be an easy death and everyone of them will suffer greatly. When you watch them all die, it will be your turn," said Alanya.

"You're body will remain unconsious. You can not wake up unless I let you. I may even let them watch you die. You'll still be my prisoner though. It's going to hurt Dean. A lot. I promise you that. You're body can only go without you're conscious for so long before it dies. I wonder where I'll begin. I know. Tell me Dean. Sam's about to loose it, am I right? How would he feel if his own father turned against him," said Alanya. "Think it'll push him over the edge?"

Dean shook his head. "Please don't do that to him anymore. He's not going to be able to take it Alanya. Please let him go. Let them all go. I'll stay, but don't hurt Sam anymore. Please."

"I've only just begun to hurt Sam, Dean," said Alanya. "You're right. You will stay, but I'll have my revenge. Your father destroyed my brother."

"You've got to be kidding me," said Dean.

"No, I'm not. He locked us in that basement for hours. Lothos couldn't feed so he was sent back to hell. You're dad will pay for that," said Alanya. "The price will be the destruction of his own family at his own hands. It will be very interesting to watch. I'll bring Lothos back too, Dean. This battle is just beginning. When he does come back, he'll go after Sam first."

"Why?" asked Dean. "Why are you and him going after my brother so much? I don't understand."

"We've tried to kill him since he was a baby," replied Alanya.

"I know that. You've told me more than once, but why?" asked Dean.

"I'm through talking to you Dean. I've changed my mind. I'll let you go back and you'll wake up. Be careful though if you can." Alanya got in Dean's face. "You'll be back here Dean. I'll pull you back. I'll be seeing you soon. I'll be seeing all of you very soon. You can't get away from me. Tell your dad I'm out and I'm pissed," said Alanya and touched Dean's head. He went out and woke up in his own body in the motel room. He groaned as he opened his eyes and looked around.

"Where am I?" he asked aloud. "Sam?"

Sam stirred at the sound of his name. He jumped up when he saw his brother. "Dean!" he said running over. "Hey! Dean are you ok?" Dean looked at his little brother and grinned that cocky grin of his. It was like a load lifted off Sam's shoulders.

"Hey geek boy," said Dean. Sam grinned back. "Hey jerk. How do you feel?"

"It hurts, but I'm ok. What happened?" asked Dean. The load came back and slammed down on Sam's shoulders and he stopped grinning.

"You got shot," he said.

"What?" Dean asked, clearly surprised. "When?"

"A couple of days ago. You jumped in front of me," said Sam.

"I don't understand," said Dean confused. "What happened?"

Sam sighed. "Lothos came in to shoot me, but you jumped in front of me and he shot you instead. You saved my life, but almost lost your own. I'm sorry," said Sam.

Dean shook his head. "For what?"

"For getting you shot!" he said. "It was my fault."

"How could it be your fault Sam?" said Dean. Sam glared at his brother. Dean shook his head again. "Look, I don't remember what happened ok? But unless you pulled the trigger yourself or pushed me in front of that bullet. I don't think it was your fault."

Sam got angry and screamed at Dean, waking up everybody. "It was because of me! Don't you get it! Lothos convinced me you were my enemy. He got mad when you and Tony got through to me and tried to kill me!"

"Sam calm down!" said Dean. He had also forgotten how close to the edge his little brother was. He struggled to sit up and winced at the pain. This made Sam angrier.

"I won't calm down! You got shot because of me!" said Sam.

Dean was getting angry himself. "From what you told me Sam. I got shot protecting you. I promised to always do that. I'll always protect you Sam, rather you like it or not! I jumped in front of that bullet. You didn't push me. It wasn't your fault!"

"God!" yelled Sam exasperated. He stormed around the room.

"What the hell's going on!" said John coming into his son's room. He froze when he saw Dean was awake. He was grateful. Even if they were yelling at each other. What better way to come out of a coma, thought John.

"I know what you're saying Sam. I do, but I got shot protecting you, and I'd do it again." He began to remember. "Was I suppose to let it happen to you instead! Was I suppose to just let him kill you!"

"Yes!" said Sam. "You were!"

"Well forget it. It's not going to happen! Not as long as I'm around!" shouted Dean. Tony, Bryan and Jack all looked at John, who raised his eyebrows and grinned.

"Well not anymore!" yelled Sam grabbing his jacket. "You're not getting hurt anymore because of me!" He stormed to the door.

"Wait a minute!" said Dean and ran over as quickly as he could and grabbed Sam's arm while holding himself around his waist to brace against the pain.

"Don't touch me Dean!" yelled Sam and shoved him away. He grabbed him again and spun him around to face him wincing at his own pain from where he'd been shot.

"I will touch you Sam. You are going to have to get use to being touched again, because I'm not going to stop! Understand! Now where the hell do you think going?" he asked. He was beginning to hurt more, but he stood his ground.

"Away from here. Away from you and them!" he said gesturing toward the others.

"No you're not!" said Dean. "You go out there alone and you're nothing but a target."

"I don't care!" said Sam.

"I do!" said Dean. "Stop acting like this!"

"Like what?" asked Sam.

"You're not going to sacrifice yourself Sam, so forget it!" said Dean.

"What!" said Sam. "I'm mad!"

"No you're not. You're scared!" Sam stopped yelling and looked at Dean. God he looked awful, he thought.

"I know what you're doing, Ok? You're going out there hoping that Alanya will come after you and leave us alone. I'm not going to let you get yourself killed! It wouldn't work anyway and you know it. Even if you did, Alanya would kill you and come after us anyway. He wants us all Sam. We've all pissed him off. But if you think for one damn minute, I'm going to let you're ass leave this room alone, think again! You're not going to be a martyr, OK! Not as long as I'm here, so forget it!" yelled Dean and began to cough and sway.

"Dean!" yelled Sam and grabbed him as he fell. John took off running to his children.

"Dean!" he said and him and Sam got Dean back to the bed and laid him down. He was pouring sweat, making Sam feel even more guilty. "It's not your fault Sam," said Dean weakly. "I like to yell." He grinned and then winced at the pain. Sam shook his head.

"That's enough Ok," said John. "You're not going anywhere Sam. Understand. Not by yourself. Dean's right. Alanya wants us all now." John, after he got Dean covered back up, stagged backwards and shook his head.

"Dad, you ok," asked Sam.

"Um, yeah," he said and looked at Bryan who was getting nervous.

"Don't start Bryan," said John.

"I didn't say anything." he said, but was still nervous. At least John was still ok right now."