Sorry guys. I've been very busy. Here is the update. Hope you enjoy.

Sheila

Chapter 30

In the attic Sam had been asleep for 12 hours and Dean was still unconscious. Tony remained beside them both. He would check Dean every now and then to make sure he was still breathing. He decided not to mess with Sam. He figured he needed to rest. It was 6am on the 8th day of their captivity. Tony walked over to Dean and felt for a pulse, like he'd done so many times during the night. He had a good strong one but he was also hot to the touch.

"Shit!" said Tony. This stirred Sam awake.

"Tony," he said. Tony looked back toward Sam. "You should get some more rest Sam," he said.

"I will, but how his Dean?"

"He's still unconscious," replied Tony. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been rammed by a train," said Sam starting to get up. Tony got up and walked over to Sam and gently pushed him back down on the couch.

"Oh no you don't Sam. I want you to get some more rest," he said. Sam shook his head but Tony insisted. Sam sighed and laid back down, and fell asleep instantly. Tony shook his head and went over to the sink. He filled a pan with water and brought it over to Dean. He didn't want to tell Sam until he had to, but Dean was running a fever, which meant that he had an infection. He lowered the blanket and sure enough, the bullet wound was red, puffy and inflammed. He covered Dean back up and began to wipe down his face and arms.

He didn't know how high the fever was but from the feel of his skin, it was high. This wasn''t good at all. He needed Jack. He'd give him some medicine and make him better. The only thing Tony could do was keep him cool and hope the fever came down on it's own. If it didn't Dean would die anyway.

It didn't seem to Bryan that John was ever going to break free, but he still kept hoping. John looked at Bryan and he swallowed hard not knowing what to expect.

"Tell me Bryan," said John. "How did you get mixed up in all this anyway?"

"They're my friends. I'd do anything for them. Me and Tony kinda took it on ourselves to look after those two when we first met them," said Bryan. "They've got so much on them to be so young. We want to help them. Jack does to." Bryan decided to take a chance and continued. "John, you raised good kids," he said. John looked at Bryan and for a minute it was John, the real John, again.

"Yes," thought Bryan. "He's trying to break free." John didn't say anything else for a minute and neither did Bryan.

"Thanks Bryan," said John finally. "I appreciate it." Bryan cocked his head.

"What?" he said, hopeful. John looked at Bryan again. His eyes were clear and focused.

"John!" said Bryan, but then he was gone and his eyes were black again. Apparently Alanya hadn't heard anything because he didn't attack Bryan for speaking without permission, but Bryan knew that if he was patient and obeyed, he'd stay alive until John broke through for good.

Slowly Jack regained consiousness and immediately the eyepiece was replaced forcing him to keep them open. He tried to struggle but could hardly move. Alanya walked over.

"You've been unconscious for hours Jack. We're going to have to catch up," he said.

"Please!" said John weakly, but it did no good. He was about to go through the same torture all over again.

He'd been unconscious long enough for the cut on his back to crust over so the first thing Lothos did was open it back up with the scalpel. Jack winced and arched his back. Then Lothos traced the incision with his finger and licked the blood. He went over to get the candle and poured the wax into the incison, sealing off the flow of blood. Jack cried out as the hot wax burned. Next came the boiling water.

"Please!" said Jack struggling to move away. Lothos stopped. Alanya went to Jacks head.

"Problem?" he asked, like what they were doing was no big deal. Jack pleaded for them not to do that anymore and began to cough. His throat was so dry and his lips were parched.

"Thirsty," asked Alanya. Warily Jack looked at Alanya and nodded. Alanya put a straw in some bottled water and held it to Jack's lips. Jack eyed the water and then said, "It's drugged."

"Yes it is," said Alanya, "but it's all you'll get. Drink it or nothing. Jack continued to eye the water. It'd be so easy to drink it and wet his mouth. He was so thirsty, but he couldn't afford to be drugged, so he turned his head away from it and Alanya set it to the side. "It'll be there if you want it," he said. "It's all you'll get Jack. You can either drink it or die of dehydration. You know the human body can only go merely days without water? It's been, what, two days for you?"

"Three, but who's counting," said Jack weakly. He was beginning to shake.

"Cold?" asked Alanya. Jack nodded.

"I'll see if we can warm you up some," said Lothos and filled the baster with boiling water. Jack screamed when it hit his skin! Lothos placed it directly on the incision and filled it with the water, melting the wax again!

"STOP!" yelled Jack. "Please God, Stop!"

"But you said you were cold," said Alanya grinning. Lothos filled the baster again and placed it against Jacks neck and squeezed the bulb. Boiling water went down into his mouth and some went into his eyes. He screamed again and Lothos replaced the water on the fire and brought over the boiling oil.

"NO!!" yelled Jack.

"You gonna try to help them escape again Jack," said Alanya threateningly.

"Yes!" screamed Jack. "I will help them to try to escape again! Just as soon as I get the chance, you son of bitch!"

Lothos took the oil down to Jack's legs. Jack braced and wanted to squeeze his eyes shut so bad but couldn't. Alanya got some of the oil in the baster and some in the eye dropper. Lothos emptied the contents of the pan onto both of Jack's legs! He bucked and arched, screaming at the top of his lungs as the oil burned and immediately blistered up. Lothos put the pan down and looked at his brother.

"I'll save these for later," said Alanya indicating the baster and dropper. Lothos nodded and they left Jack chained to the table and in great pain. "We'll be back Jack. Have no fear. Are you warm now!" When Jack didn't answer he hit him hard in the back of the head. "Don't go away," he said. They left and locked the door. Jack's whole body was on fire. He felt like he'd been boiled alive. He began to shake uncontrollably and wished to God he could just pass out. But the piece on his eyes wouldn't let him, so Jack was forced to endure the pain. He prayed that somebody would come and rescue him soon, but knew that everyone was in as much trouble as he was. "Please somebody. Help me," he said. "PLEASE!"