Hey everyone. Here's the next chapter. Jackie thanks for all the nice things you've said. You're great. This one is for you. I wonder if Alanya could take the demons place on the show. I wonder if he's evil enough. LOL. I'll have to think about that one. Enjoy everyone.

Sheila

Chapter 13

Tony looked down. There was blood everywhere. He was covered with it. He felt like he was about to pass out.

"Tony," said Dean knowing that he would not be able to hang on much longer if he didn't get some help. He watched as Tony started to go down. "No Tony stand up," he said. He had a sickening feeling in the pitt of his stomach. He knew he needed to get some help and quick. He watched helplessly as Tony slumped, which brought his arms down. He cried out as they were sliced again. He tried to stand up tall but he didn't know how long he would be able to.

"Tony!" yelled Dean getting very nervous. "Sam!" He continued to struggle to get away. Tony was as white as a sheet. His voice was barely audible and he was having a very hard time staying on his feet. Dean began to struggle more than ever. He had to get to his friend before it was to late. "Hang on Tony. SAM!!"

"What do you want," said Sam coming back into the attic looking both board and aggrivated at the same time.

"Help Tony Sam. He's going to bleed to death if you don't." Sam looked over at Tony and all the blood and it actually shocked him.

"NO," yelled Sam. "Did I do that to him!"

"Lothos did that to him Sam, not you. You need to help him." Sam pushed Lothos down and took control. "Tony," he said running over to his friend. He could feel the demon trying to come back and take over and fought with all that was inside of him to keep that from happening. He removed the piece that contained the glass and razor blade pieces just as Tony slumped, unconsciousness overtaking him.

"Tony," said Sam and undid his hands. Tony fell and Sam caught him and laid him down on the ground.

"Sam," said Dean. "Let me go. Hurry while you can." Sam jumped up and was about to let Dean go, but before he could, he grabbed his head and cried out as Lothos took control again.

"No," said Dean. "Sam!" Lothos grinned. He looked down at Tony and all the blood.

"Nice," he said and looked at Dean. "I'm not going to let Sam release you Dean. We're just getting started."

"Let my brother go Lothos," said Dean. "We need to get Tony to a hospital."

"I'm not letting Sam go and Tony is not going anywhere," said Lothos walking over to Dean.

"He's going to die!" yelled Dean and Lothos shrugged.

"He will not die until I get ready for him to die," he said, and walked back over to Tony. He was looking at him like he was a McDonalds happy meal.

"What are you going to do," asked Dean but he already knew. Lothos picked Tony up with one hand and laid him on a table he had placed in the attic. He strapped Tony down, straddled him and began to feast. Dean began to gag and wanted to throw up because of what he was seeing. He couldn't believe his eyes. Lothos was licking the blood off from all over Tony and Dean wanted to empty his stomach. He looked away to keep from doing just that. He couldn't help himself and he became very angry.

"You're disgusting! You know that! You're a sick son of a bitch! Let my brother go Lothos. NOW! I can't stand to see Sam doing something so damn disgusting. We're going to beat you. You know that! We're going to destroy your ass along with your brother's and send you both back to hell!" Immediately, Dean was sorry. He could see the demon's face. It was mottled because he was so angry. He knew he'd made a mistake but pride and fear kept him from saying anything for a few minutes.

Lothos screamed in rage and ran over to Dean.

"Do not threaten me Dean. You're the prisoner here, remember! You are my captive! You're sorry assed brother is under my control! He's trapped in his own body with me! I don't need him, to stay here. I will kill him while you watch and I promise you it will be very painful, so if you know what's good for Sam, you will watch your damn mouth! Understand!"

Dean glared at Lothos but still didn't say anything. This only succeeded in making the demon that much more angry. He grinned sadistically. He grabbed Dean and screamed, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU LITTLE BASTARD! ANSWER ME!" When Dean still didn't answer Lothos picked up a bat and began to beat him unmercifully until he was almost unconscious!

"ANSWER ME DEAN!" yelled Lothos. "You think I'm kidding? You think I can't hurt Sam while I'm inside him? You'd better think again and pay close attention." Lothos attacked Sam in his mind and in his body. Sam screamed in agony as intense pain overcame him.

"Dean!" Sam yelled for his brother to help. The pain was unbearable. That was all it took.

"Sammy!" yelled Dean weakly trying to stay conscious.

"NO!" Sam yelled again. "Oh God it hurts! HELP ME!"

"Ok," said Dean barely conscious. "Just please don't hurt him anymore. I understand." He began to breathe very hard, the pain almost to much to take. He had bruises everywhere. They were all over his body where he'd been beat. With his hands cuffed behind him and his feet chained he couldn't stop or block the blows.

"Don't you ever talk to me that way again. Do you understand, or do you need convincing some more? I'll tell you this Dean, next time, I will do more than just hurt your brother. I'll kill him. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," said Dean. "Please," but Lothos went back over to Tony and finished feasting. When he had finished he allowed Sam to resurface, but he was in a daze.

"Sammy," said Dean, looking at his brother.

"What have I done," he asked Dean. He looked at Tony and was so sorry, for what he had put him through. He looked back at his brother and shook his head. He walked over to where he had laid the piece of the stocks that had the glass, and razor blades. He bent down to pick it up and looked back at Dean.

"What are you doing Sam," asked Dean getting very nervous and beginning to struggle again. Sam took a razor blade.

"No," said Dean barely able to contain the panic that was trying to surface. "Don't Sam," he pleaded with all that was in him, but Sam looked at Dean like he didn't know him.

"Kill yourself Sam, and this will all be over."

The voice in his head was so strong and so loud. The images were beginning to bombard his mind again causing pain and Dean was fighting like crazy to get to his brother before he did something stupid.

"Sam," he said, finally able to get his hands free. He still couldn't go anywhere because he was hanging upside down. The lever was just off to the side. Dean looked at Sam who seemed to be in a trance. He was holding the razor blade poised over his exposed wrist and listening to the voices. That plus the images made Sam an easy target. Lothos didn't have to control him right now because everything else that was happening to him was doing just that.

Dean began to swing his body ignoring his own pain. He had to get to Sam and help Tony. He winced and cried out a couple of time because he hurt so bad from the beating, but he kept on. He began to pour sweat and was having trouble staying conscious. He stopped swinging because he was hurting to much. "Sam," he yelled. Sam looked over at Dean.

"Who are you," he asked.

"Come on Sam. I'm Dean."

"My brother is talking to me," said Sam. "He said I need to kill myself because I'm evil and then I'll be free."

"That's not true Sam. I'm your brother. You're not evil. A demon is talking in your head, not me. I need you to come over here and let me loose. I'll help you, Ok?" Sam cocked his head. Dean kept on talking.

"Sam please let me loose. Put the razor blade down and come over here. Let me down." Dean watched as Sam took the razor blade and began to cut himself. "I'm evil. I've done some awful things to my brother and my father. My friends too. I need to die. Dean says so. He's my big brother you know? " Dean shook his head.

"Sam, you're not evil man. You're possessed. I'm your brother and I'm not telling you to kill yourself. Please let me help you. Come and let me down."

"Dean?" asked Sam looking up at his brother.

"Yeah, I'm Dean. Come and get me down ok? Hurry before it's to late." Sam walked over to Dean but made no move to release him.

"You're my brother?" asked Sam as if he was just seeing him for the first time.

"Yes," answered Dean.

"Why do you want me to kill myself?" asked Sam.

"What? Sam I don't," said Dean. "Let me go."

"Dad said I have to do what you say. You have to watch out for me and when you tell me to do something I need to do it." Sam sounded like he was a boy again, and Dean didn't know what to do, then he had a thought.

"Dad told you that. Right?" asked Dean, a plan beginning to form in his mind. He hoped to God it worked.

"Yes," said Sam as he took the razor blade and touched it to his wrist once again. Dean watched and knew he had to keep a cool head. He swallowed the lump in his throat and waited until he could talk without a quiver in his voice. Inside he was screaming at the top of his lungs but outside he remained cool and collected. His brother's life depended not only on that but what he did in the next couple of minutes. Time stood still as Dean worked his plan. He prayed it would work.

"Ok then I'm telling you to let me down. Dad told you to do what I say, and I'm telling you to let me down." Dean held his breath as Sam looked at him. "Please let this work," he thought.

"Ok," Sam said after a couple of seconds. He walked over to the wall and released the pully, letting Dean lay back down on the ground. He released his legs from the chains and Dean jumped up and grabbed the razor blade out of Sam's hands. He looked at Sam's arms. None of the cuts were deep and he thanked God for that.

He touched his brother's shoulders and Sam looked into his eyes. He saw Dean.

"You ok," asked Dean and Sam nodded his head, and then fell unconscious in Dean's arms. He caught him and laid him down on the couch. He brushed the hair out of his eyes. "You're going to be ok Sam," he said. "I promise." Lothos left Sam's body and stood beside him. Dean glared.