Chapter 23

Almost 24 hours had passed and it was touch and go, but Sam was finally stabilized. They were able to pump out all the poison and thankfully there would be no permanent damage. They redressed the gunshot wounds to his leg and side and treated him for a concussion, and now he was lying in bed in a hospital room again when Tony and Bryan came inside. Guards were posted outside.

"Hey!" they said as they entered the room. "How are you?"

"A lot better. Any word on Dean?" asked Sam.

"No, not yet," said Tony, "but we're still looking. Do you have any idea where you were being held?" he asked.

"No," said Sam. "I know it was a house, because we were in the basement. There were two rooms. Dean was in one and I was in the other, but I have no idea where the house is. We were unconscious when we were moved there, and when they brought me to the hospital, they made me lay down in the back of a van. I didn't see anything," Sam said.

"Why didn't you tell us?" asked Bryan.

"I was going to, I actually started to," said Sam, "but the doctor came back into the room. He told me he would kill Dean if I told. I had no doubt that he would. He's done some bad things to both of us. He just doesn't care. Dean's probably dead now anyway," Sam sadly replied.

"Well, we have people posted at the old hospital and so far the doctor hasn't shown up, so as far as we know, he thinks you're still there. Dean's probably okay, Sam." said Tony.

There was a knock at the door. Tony went over to answer it and a nurse came inside.

"You had a delivery, Sam," she said as she brought in some flowers. Sam recoiled at the site of them. Nobody would send him flowers. It was just him and Dean.

"Thank you," said Tony as he took them and the nurse left. Tony handed the note to Sam, who opened it and read it. He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the pillow. Tony looked at Sam and took the note.

It said: "I know you've escaped and I know you've talked to the cops. Dean's going to die, Sam and there's nothing you can do about it."

The letter was not signed but everyone knew who it was from. Bryan took a uniformed cop and ran out to the desk. Sam just lay there.

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Dean was pulling at the chains again trying to get away, and ignoring the pain in his hand. The doctor came back in and pushed him back against the pole. "It's done, Dean. Your brother is dead."

"What!" yelled Dean. "NO!"

"Yes, and now it's your turn," said the doctor as he injected Dean with the same poison he had injected into Sam, only he gave him an extra dose.
"No! You son of a bitch! I'll kill you," Dean threatened but his insides were beginning to burn as the poison started to spread throughout his body.

"It's a very powerful poison Dean; it's going to kill you slowly and painfully." The doctor grinned evilly.

"Sam's not dead. I would know if he were. Where is he?" asked Dean as he began pulling again at the chains.

The doctor's cell phone rang and he answered it. "Shit!" he said as he hung up the phone and went back upstairs.

Dean just sat there. He would not believe his brother was dead. He would have to see for himself. He pulled at the chains again but couldn't get away. He was beginning to hurt all over. "NO!" he said as his vision got blurry.

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Bryan came back into Sam's room. "Good news. Someone saw who brought the flowers. We have an address."

"Yes!" said Tony and looked at Sam who was in the process of trying to climb out of the bed.

"Whoa! Wait a minute! Where do you think you're going?" asked Tony.

"With you, man," Sam replied, struggling to get up.

"No you're not, you are in no shape to go traipsing off with us and you're not a cop." said Bryan.

"He's my brother, Bryan. I want to go. I need to be there. Please!" said Sam.

"No!" Bryan said.

"Let him go, Bryan," said Tony. "I don't really want to leave him here by himself, not until this whole thing is over."

"Okay," Bryan said reluctantly and then grabbed some crutches, handing them to Sam. "You stay out of this. Let us do our jobs. I will arrest you if I have to."

"I understand. I'll stay out of it. I just need to be there when you get Dean," said Sam.

"Ok, let's go." said Tony.

They drove to the address. Sam looked around. "Anything look familiar?" Tony asked him.

"No," said Sam as he shook his head. Then he noticed something.

"Wait!" Sam said excitedly. "Yes, that black van over there. That's it."

"Are you sure?" asked Bryan.

"Yes," answered Sam, "it has the same dent in the door."

Tony stopped the car and Sam tried to climb out. "No you don't, Sam. Stay there," Bryan ordered. Sam did what he was told.

Tony and Bryan moved toward the house but a rifle blast sent them running for cover. Sam jumped out of the car and grabbed his crutches.

"POLICE!" yelled Tony. "Come out with your hands up!"

"I know who you are!" yelled the doctor.

"Come out!" yelled Bryan, "Put your hands on your head!"

"Forget it!" yelled the doctor. "I want to show you something!"

He motioned for the two men to bring out Dean. His hands were cuffed behind his back as the men held him between them. Sam looked. "DEAN!" he yelled and started towards his brother.
"Get back, Sam!" yelled Tony. Sam stopped.

"Sammy!" yelled Dean. "God it's good to see you! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" Sam yelled.

"Couldn't be better," said Dean sarcastically as he began coughing up blood.

"Dean!" yelled Sam. Something was wrong. Dean didn't look right. Was that blood? "Oh God! Dean!" yelled Sam as realization hit hard. His brother had also been poisoned. "Dean!"

"Would you stop with all this family reunion crap!" yelled the doctor as he came out to stand in front of Dean.

"Drop the gun, Lucas!" Bryan shouted.

"You drop yours!" said the doctor as he pointed his rifle right between Dean's eyes.

"No!" Sam shouted.

"Drop it!" said the doctor, "Or I will blow parts of Dean all over this place." He cocked the gun. Dean closed his eyes. Tony and Bryan looked at each other.

"OK!" said Tony. "You win!" He stood up and raised his hands.

"Throw your gun over here!" said the doctor and Tony did what he was told.

"Now you, hot shot!" he said to Bryan, who stood up and threw his gun over towards the doctor. He raised his hands.

"Let's talk," said Tony. "Let Dean go."

"No, let's not talk." said the doctor. "I'm in charge here."

"What do you want?" asked Bryan.

"Send the kid in!" said the doctor.

"NO!" yelled Tony. "Sam's not going back in there with you."

"He will or Dean dies. You have 5 minutes to decide," said the doctor as he and the two men went back inside the house, dragging Dean with them.

"Dean!" yelled Sam as Tony and Bryan grabbed him and pulled back over to the car...