Chapter 8

"Leave my kids alone," said John in a very low voice. Sam grinned and walked back over to Dean. He hit him hard in the face causing him to jerk awake.

"Hello Dean," he said. Dean's eyes got wide when he saw his brother's. They were black as coal and looked deadly. He shook his head.

"Sam please," he said and was hit once again. He tasted blood from the lip that had just been busted. Sam wiped it off his brother's face and then licked it off his finger.

"Got something to say brother dear," asked Sam sarcastically. Dean winced at the pain in his head and saw that he had blood all over the front of him from where his arms had been cut.

"Sam," choked out Dean. "Don't let him do this to you. " He struggled and fought to get away, but couldn't. "I can't believe this is happening. Come on Sammy. Snap out of it man. I'm your brother." Sam cocked his head to the side.

"Dean," said John. Dean turned his head toward his dad. "Are you ok son," he asked.

"Yeah are you," asked Dean. John nodded, but he could see that Dean was in a whole lot of pain.

"What else did you do to him," asked John, angrily. Sam didin't answer. He just grinned.

"Sam do you know who I am," asked Dean, turning his attention back toward his brother. "I would never hurt you. You know that."

"Yeah I know who you are. You're Dean, and I hate you," replied Sam walking back over toward his brother.

"No you don't. That's not you talking Sam," said Dean. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to force back the pain and the panic that was trying to surface, but he was having awful luck with it. Still he kept on trying. It was all he knew to do.

"Sammy, listen to me. You don't want to do this. I know you don't. What did you do to me? I shouldn't be hurting this much from just a few cuts and bruises. What else did you do?" When Dean saw that Sam wasn't going to answer he tried something else. "Let me go. Let me help. Please Sam. Snap out of this. This is not you."

Sam walked the length of the bed that his brother was chained to. He felt strange, like he was watching all this from afar. He walked back up to the head of the bed and said, "Yes Dean. I do want to hurt you. I've been wanting to for awhile. You're really a pain in the ass you know. You're always giving orders and bossing people around. I want to hurt you bad. I've wanted to for a very long time. Now I have you right where I want you and I'm going to enjoy myself emencly."

"No, you don't. I know my brother and you're not him. That's not you talking Sam. I know when somebody's messed with your head. You can beat him you know. You've done it once, you can do it again. I thought Alanya couldn't possess you again?"

"Alanya's not the one that's possessing him," said Lothos. Dean stared up at his brother and frowned. Sam's voice had taken on a different quality. Dean just shook his head.

"Well then who are you," asked Dean. He was trying to find out all the information he could, plus he was also trying to stall him as long as he was able to. He hoped that if he held on long enough, then it would give Sam a chance to come to himself.

"Lothos." said the demon simply. "My name is Lothos."

"Who, " asked Dean.

"You know me as the soul collector Dean, but I do have a name," the demon said.

"Where's my son," asked John angrily.

"He's here. He's my prisoner. He has no control. I control him. I'll make him do whatever I want, but enough about me." Lothos walked over to John, or rather stalked over to him. He took a knife.

"Sam," said John. "Don't. Listen to me," but Sam placed the the knife against his throat, forcing his head up. He didn't say a word. He looked into his son's eyes and knew it wasn't Sammy. Sam cut his fathers throat then whispered in his ear, "I'm thirsty dad." He bent down and licked the blood off his neck.

"You're as tasty as your boys," said Sam as he took another lick. He licked his lips. "Very tasty. I know where they get it now."

"Sam," yelled John disgusted. "Don't." But Sam grabbed his dad's head and John cried out as pain shot threw him. He began breathing hard. "Sammy," he said once again and wondered it he'd ever be able to reach him.

"Dad!" said Dean as he began to struggle again. "Sam stop," he said. He did and looked back at Dean. He grinned an evil grin and walked back over to him.

"What are you doing Sam," asked Dean nervously. "Fight him."

"Be still Dean," warned Sam, but he kept on struggling. Sam grabbed him around his throat. "BE STILL!!!" Dean stopped and became still. It looked like Sam's eyes got a shade darker if that were possible.

"Good boy," said Sam and let go. He took out a needle.

"No," said Dean. "I'm still ok. You told me to be still and I'm doing just that. Don't give me that."

"You won't do what you're told Dean," said Sam. He looked at the needle that was in his hand and the drug that was inside the syringe. He looked at Dean and grinned sadistically.

"Yes I will. Please don't give me that." All Dean could remember was the jerking fits and muscle spasms that his brother had when he came off that drug. His little brother jerked and had so many spasms that it was a wonder nothing was broken. He pleaded with him now because he didn't want to go through the same thing. "I'll do what you say ok?"

"No you won't. You don't have it in you to do what you're told. You're to much of a rebel," proclaimed Sam as he inserted the needle into Dean's arm. "NO," yelled Dean and shook his head as it got fuzzy. The drug took effect rapidly and within a couple of minutes Dean couldn't move anything but his head, but he could feel everything.

"Now you don't have a choice. You have to do what you're told or I'll kill you. It'd be so easy to do you know. You are at my mercy. You can't move Dean and I can do anything I want to do to you. "

"SAMMY," begged Dean, but he had stopped listening. He picked up a cattle prod and touched it to Dean's head. He cried out. "MY NAME IS SAM!" He puctuated the words by touching various places on Dean's body with the prod. Electricity shot through his system, but Dean couldn't do anything but let it happen. He was paralyzed, but he could feel it all. He closed his eye. "Sam please," said Dean and passed out.

"No," said John also beginning to struggle.

"Don't move dad," said Sam. "If you don't want me to kill Dean you'll also do what I say." John looked at his two son's and knew that Sam meant it. He stopped struggling. Suddenly Sam grabbed his head and stumbled backwards. "Why was he so dizzy," he thought. He looked up and John saw his son.

"DAD! Help me! PLEASE!" begged Sam desperately.

"SAMMY!" said John. Sam looked over at his brother. "OH GOD DEAN. What have I done," he cried in shock. He was confused and disoriented. He couldn't remember but he knew he's the one that hurt his brother and his father. They would say that he couldn't help it, but it didn't make him feel better. He also knew that Lothos was fighting to gain control. Sam fought to stay focused. "I'm sorry," he said sorrowfully. "I didn't mean to.