Thanks jendeana and cruzing4jensen. You guys are great. Thanks for all the one's that's reading. I appreciate it. This chapter is dedicated to Jacki. Here you go girl.

Sheila

Chapter 18

In the basement John was just coming too and looked around. His head and his chest were killing him. He looked toward Bryan who was just sitting on the bed. He was still chained to the frame.

"Bryan," he said.

"Yeah," answered Bryan wincing.

"You ok," asked John.

"Yeah, except my arm is just about to kill me," said Bryan. He tried to move it but couldn't. It had gotten stiff and it hurt like hell.

"Where's Jack," asked John.

"Sam came and took him," said Bryan looking at John. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sam?" said John.

"Lothos," corrected Bryan. It wasn't Sam."

"Where'd they go," asked John trying to wake up.

"Lothos said Tony was hurt and needed Jack. That's all I know," said Bryan. "I need to go find him. He's my best friend. I need to know if he's ok." Bryan sighed, wincing again as he tried to get more comfortable.

"What is it?" asked John.

"I hate to tell you this John but Sam didn't look to good," said Bryan.

"What do you mean," asked John becoming afraid for his youngest. "What was wrong with him?"

"He looked tired John. He's pale. He's got dark circles under his eyes and he looked dazed. I think Lothos is really doing a number on him.," said Bryan. "We've got to get him out of here. I want to check on Tony. Sam said he was hurt. I need to go to him. I'm worried about both of them," said Bryan.

"Will get Tony, Bryan. We'll get them all out of here. I promise." said John and Bryan nodded. He believed him but had no idea how that was going to happen.

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"Jack what the hell are you talking about," asked Dean increduously. He looked over at his brother.

"I think Lothos is brainwashing him Dean," said Jack. Dean just couldn't believe it. He shook his head. "I want you to get that demon out of his head Jack."

"I don't think it would be a good idea to do that right now," said Jack.

"Why not," said Dean his own anger and worry increasing.

"It hurts Dean. It's painful for a strong person."

"Sam is strong," answered Dean.

"Normally he is. He's very strong. Right now he's exhausted. He's weak and I don't think he would live through it. It's only been two months Dean. He still isn't over the last ordeal yet, and now this? I hate to say it, but Sam's safer now then he would be if I tried to get Lothos out of his head." Dean shook his head again.

"Sam," said Jack. "How long has it been since you slept?"

Sam thought for a minute. "Five days," he said.

"Five days? You haven't closed your eyes in 5 days? Why?" asked Jack.

"No," answered Sam. "Dean said I need to stay awake,"

"Why would he say that," asked Jack, looking at Dean.

"He said it was part of my treatment," said Sam. Dean started to say something but Jack stopped him.

"What treatment," asked Jack trying to find out what the hell Lothos was doing to him.

"To make me better. Dean says I'm evil and I need to die. He said if this treatment didn't work I would have to be killed."

"That's it!" yelled Dean. He'd had it. His anger got the best of him and he totally lost it. He ran up to his brother, and grabbed the front of Sam's shirt. "You listen to me Sam! I'm Dean. I did not tell you to do that. You understand me! Lothos is doing this to you, not me! Now I want you to snap out of this right now, or I'm going to knock some since into your head!" said Dean and watched as fear covered Sam's face.

"Sam come on!" said Dean, but Jack grabbed Dean.

"Let him go Dean," said Jack.

"No, I want him to snap out of this or I'm going to kick his ass," said Dean.

"Let him go Dean," said Jack again, pulling him off Sam. "Look at his face." Dean looked, really looked and what he saw was like a slap in the face. Sam was terrified of him. He let him go. In all the things and the all the situations that they had faced Sam had never been afraid of Dean. Angry yes, but never afraid. What he saw on his little brothers face right now was raw fear, and it almost killed Dean.

"Sam," said Dean. "You're afraid of me. Why are you afraid of me?" Sam shoved Dean away hard. Dean stumbled backwards still not believing the look of terror on his brothers face, that was directed at him.

"Stay away from me!" yelled Sam.

"Sam, I'm sorry man. I didn't know you were scared of me." He took a step toward his little brother, but stopped when Sam stepped back and said. "NO!"

"What the hell is he doing to you?" asked Dean, raising his hands up, palms out. "Sam please," he said.

"Stay the hell away from me!" yelled Sam and Dean backed off but he said, "I don't want to hurt you Sam. I'd never hurt you. You're my brother. Please let me help you. What is Lothos doing to you?" Sam didn't answer. "Sam please," begged Dean. "Please don't be afraid of me. I'm sorry man. I'm so sorry."

"Just stay away," said Sam and began to shake. Dean nodded and stayed where he was. He could handle almost anything but he could not handle Sam's stark fear, not when it was directed at him. "I'm sorry," he said again and didn't move.