Okay. I'm getting good at names. Cruzin4jensen and jendeana this one's for you. I have a lot of evil things in my head. Just hang on. Here is the next chapter. I want to take this time to let everyone know that this story contains some gory details and some cussing. If you have a week stomach you may not want to read it. If you don't then keep on going. It's going to get good.

Sheila

Chapter 14

"Let my brother go Lothos," said Dean. Why are you doing that? Why are you messing with his mind like that?" Dean was still knealing down by his brother. He just didn't like the way him or Tony either one looked. Lothos walked over to Dean and took a handful of his shirt, pulling him to his feet.

"What are you going to do if I don't," he asked. Dean just shook his head. "You're messing with his head, man. Please let him go." He decided to get real and quick. He didn't feel like a hard ass right now. Right now, all he wanted, was to help his brother and his friend. He thought about the ones downstairs and tried real hard to talk Lothos into a decision. Lothos wouldn't listen. He loved what was happening. He glared hard at Dean.

"He's not going anywhere. Neither are you or Tony. You might as well get use to being here, because you're going to be here for a very long time. Yes I am messing with his head. It's what I do. Tell me Dean, will you be able to save him? Isn't that what my brother asked you once before."

"I did save him." said Dean defiantley, "and I'll do it again." He looked the demon dead in his eyes. He hoped he didn't know just how scared he really was.

"We'll see Dean." said Lothos and Dean just glared. He wanted so bad to say something but knew he better not. He knew if he did, that Sam would suffer along with his friends. He held his tongue and just continued to glare.

"What? You want to do something?" said Lothos. Dean wanted to so bad he could taste it, but he wouldn't risk Sam, so he said,

"No. I just want to go check Tony." Lothos let him go. "Go then," he said and Dean went over to his friend. He looked back at Lothos making sure that he wasn't about to knock him in the head with something, and knealt down by Tony.

"Tony," he said shaking him a little. Tony moaned and opened his eyes.

"Hey," said Dean. "How are you?" He looked at Tony's face and it was pale. He had blood all over the front of his shirt and jeans.

"Not so good," said Tony weakly. "How does it look?" Dean looked at both of Tony's arms.

"Well the good news is the bleedings stopped. Several places are going to need stitches because they're deep, but most of them are just bad cuts. The bad news is you've lost so much blood Tony. You need a doctor."

"Jack," he said weakly and Dean shook his head.

"I don't know where he's at right now," he said. Tony turned his head toward the far wall and saw Sam lying unconcious on the couch.

"Sam," said Tony his voice getting weaker.

"He's ok," said Dean, hoping that was true. "He's just passed out. Rest Tony, OK?" Tony nodded.

"I can't move," he said.

"Because you're tied down.

"Untie me," said Tony and Dean looked up at Lothos. The look on his face told him he better not.

"I can't," said Dean. "Lothos won't let me. Try to get some rest." Tony didn't want to but he was so tired. He closed his eyes, and Dean rose to his feet, and continued to glare at Lothos.

Lothos walked over and grabbed Dean by the arm. "Get your ass over there and sit down," he said shoving Dean toward the couch. Dean did as he was told, and went to sit down beside his brother.
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Meanwhile in the basement, Alanya slapped John hard across the face for what felt like to John to be the hundreths time. John winced, refusing to cry out.

"What the hell were you two talking about," asked Alanya. He was fit to be tied. He knew these two were planning something and he intended to find out what it was, if he had to beat them half to death to do it.

"You are not going to keep secrets from me! What were you talking about?"

John answered sarcastically, "We were just talking about what nice accomodations you have set up for us. I just love the view." Alanya hit him again, busting his mouth open and causing it to bleed. He went over to Bryan and grabbed his broken arm and pulled it hard against the cuff. Bryan cried out in pain.

"What the hell were you talking about," screamed Alanya. He pulled harder. Bryan didn't say anything. He took Bryan's good arm in his hands.

"Want me to break this one too," he asked bending it at an odd angle.

"NO," said Bryan. "We were not talking about anything but how to get out of here. Ok?" There was no way he was going to let Alanya know that they were trying to figure out how to get him out of Jack. Alanya bent his arm harder, causing pain. "I will snap it into, Bryan. Tell me the truth." Bryan winced.

"I'm telling you the truth. I swear!" said Bryan and Alanya let him go.

"You're not getting out of here. If you try anything, Sam, Tony and Dean will die. Why do you think you were separated. They have been told the same thing. If they try anything, Jack, John and you Bryan will die." I want you both to know something. I do not need Jack's body to stay here, I just needed him to get here. I will have no trouble killing him. Understand!"

"Jack please," said Bryan. "Fight him. You can beat him. You've done it before. Even when you were a kid.

John's head shot up and he looked at Bryan, not sure if he heard right.

"What!" he said. Bryan winced. The look on John's face was one of surprise and anger. Sam and Dean must have never told John about Jack's background. This was not good.
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Sam groaned and opened his eyes. He looked up at is brother, no recognition at all on his face.

"Sam," said Dean, getting nervous all over again. "It's me Sam. It's Dean."

Sam winced at the voice and the pain that was in his head.

If you want this over Sam, kill yourself. You're evil and you need to die. I'm your brother. You need to listen to me. It's the only way. I want you to kill yourself.

Sam sat up and looked at Dean. "You're my brother?"

"Yes Sam. God yes. I'm your brother. What's wrong," asked Dean?

"Why do you want me to kill myself," said Sam.

"Sam I don't want you to kill yourself. Lothos is putting that shit in your head. Why would I want you to do that?"

"Because I'm evil. It's the only way," said Sam.

"You are not evil Sam. Don't listen to him," said Dean touching his brothers shoulder. Sam knocked his hand away.

"You told me to kill myself. I heard your voice in my head. I have to do what you say. You're my older brother. Dad says so." Sam stood up and walked over to the table. Dean jumped up as Sam grabbed a knife off the table and started to cut himself again.

"Sam, stop it," said Dean running over and taking it away from him. Sam looked at Dean in a daze. "You told me to."

"I did not tell you to do that Sam. I'm not telling you to kill yourself. You're not evil man, come on. Lothos is doing that to you. He's telling you those things and he's pretending to be me. I would never tell you to do that." Dean grabbed Sam's arm but he pulled away.

"Sam, let's go sit back down ok," said Dean and took his brother's arm again. He led him back to the couch and they both sat down.

"Lothos let my brother go. Please stop this." Lothos just laughed.

"Better watch him close Dean," he said. "You never no what's going to happen next."