Chapter 41

"Bryan come on," said Tony gently. He still had not moved.

"Let me help you up." Tony knealt down. "Bryan. Hey." Bryan looked at Tony and let him help him to his feet. His arm and wrist were killing him and he was cradling it, holding it close to his body, willing the pain to stop. Tony helped Bryan to sit on Dean's bed.

Bryan I've called an ambulance and they're on the way. Just hang on okay." Bryan nodded and Tony went to check Jack.

"How is he?" asked Bryan.

"I don't know," answered Tony. He knealt down by his friend. Jack was so still. He had a pulse, but the bleeding wouldn't stop, even with the pressure bandages. He had lost so much blood and Tony just didn't know if he was going to make it or not.

"Jack, wake up," he said. He checked the bullet wounds again as he heard the sirens approach. The good news was even though the places were still bleeding they had slowed down considerbly. The bad news was that the only person that could fight Alanya and Lothos was now hurt severly. Not only did the gunshot wounds continue to bleed, but his legs where he'd been burned so bad were beginning to weep. He needed a doctor and quick.

"Jack," said Tony gently. "Wake up okay." Jack moaned and opened his eyes. He tried to get up but Tony pushed him back down. "Easy Jack. An ambulance is on the way. Jack squeezed his eyes closed. He was trying to block out the pain that his whole body seemed to be experiencing.

"Hey," said Tony. Jack opened his eyes again and looked at his friend. Tony could see how much pain the both of them were in and it made him mad. Jack tried to get up again, but Tony wouldn't let him. "Stay there Jack. An ambulance is coming. We're going to get you both to the hospital. Just hang on. Help is coming. You need to rest."

"I can't rest. I need to help them. I need to help you." He looked at Bryan who was still cradling his arm and rocking.

"Bryan," he said. He could see from the angle of his wrist that it had also been broken. He tried for the third time, but Tony kept pushing him back down. The sirens were getting closer and Tony hoped they'd hurry up.

"That arm needs a cast," said Jack.

"I'm ok Jack," said Bryan.

"No you're not. You're arm needs to be set. It's going to grow back wrong. Tony stop pushing me," said Jack. "I need to get up!"

"No Jack. You can't help us right now. You're hurt. Now stay there." Tony turned his head as the paramedics came inside. They quickly got to work. They stabilized Bryan's arm and hand so it couldn't move and went over to Jack. They started a line on him and got IV fluids going. They put him on some oxygen and picked him up, putting him on the stretcher. They helped Bryan into the ambulance and took off to the hospital. Tony followed in the van. All he could think about was as soon as he got half a chance, he'd go after Lothos and Alanya. They'd get Sam, Dean and John back and the demons would be sorry.

The reached the ER and the paramedics got them both inside. Jack was barely conscious. The doctor did some x-rays and determined the bullets were still inside so Jack was whisked off to surgury.

"What happened to you and your friend," a nurse asked Bryan as she was preparing the supplies to make a cast. Bryan looked at the nurse. She was pretty and Bryan wished they had met under different circumstances. He could not tell her the truth so he lied and said he fell and Jack had been shot accidently. The nurse didn't believe it for one minute, not with the extent of their injuries but she let it go. The doctor came in and put the cast on Bryan's arm and said he'd have to stay a couple of days.

"I can't," said Bryan, "I have to leave."

"You're not leaving today son. You need some IV fluids." Bryan started to argue but the doctor didn't want to hear it. Bryan was staying and that was that. He got him admitted and into a room. He promised that Jack could share a room with him when he got out of surgury. The nurse got an IV started and 6 hours later they wheeled Jack in. His shoulder and legs were both heavily bandaged and he also had IV fluids and oxygen. Bryan found out that he had to have three units of blood, but would be okay in a couple of days. The doctor also looked at Tony's arms and had stitched him up. They looked good so Tony wasn't admitted. He was sitting in a chair in his partner and friends room though. He had no intentions of leaving them. They were both asleep so Tony laid his head back and fell asleep also, exhaustion finally overtaking him. The nurse came in about an hour later and touched Tony's arm. He shot up and the nurse jumped back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she said.

"It's ok. I'm sorry to. I was having a nightmare," said Tony lying.

"No problem. Are you going to leave tonight? Visiting hours are over."

Tony shook his head. "I'm not leaving them," he said daring her to dispute him. She just grinned. "I'll get you a cot then so you'll be more comfortable, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Thanks," said Tony and the nurse left to do just that. Tony sat back down and placed his head in his hands. "Hold on guys. Just hold on. We'll get you back," he said. The nurse brought the cot in and some sheets and Tony laid down and fell asleep. The nurse left and closed the door turning out the light. She grinned and walked back to the nurses station prepared to go back inside if they needed her. She didn't know what was going on, but she wanted to help them. She told her supervisor she'd work the night shift so she could watch out for them and the supervisor agreed. She made some coffee and settled down to do her paperwork.

"Dean are you okay?" asked Sam, looking up at his brother.

"Yeah, couldn't be better," answered Dean sarcastically, and then changed his tune when he saw the worry on his little brother's face. "Are you? You sound better."

"Yeah, I guess. Dean, dad shot Jack, twice," said Sam.

"What? What's wrong with him? Is Jack ok?"

"I don't know. He took me before I could find out. He also broke Bryan's wrist," said Sam. "I don't mean dad, dad. I mean Alanya used dad to hurt them."

"What happened to him?" asked Dean worriedly.

"Both Lothos and Alanya are in dad's head. They have control of him Dean and I can't even reach him. I don't think he here's me at all," said Sam.

"Yes he does Sam. Trust me on that. You and Tony always heard us. Dad does to, he just can't do anything about it right now," replied Dean.

"Well what the hell are we going to do Dean, and don't you dare say you're working on it or I'm going to kill you!" said Sam. He was frustated and afraid.

"I wasn't," answered Dean, but he was. He looked at his little brother. "You sound better Sammy," said Dean. "I'm glad."

"Thanks," replied Sam. "It's Sam." Dean grinned.

"Okay, okay," said Dean and waited a few minutes. "Sammy!" Sam glared at his big brother. He knew that Dean was trying to keep him calm. This is how he dealt with everything. With sarcasm. Sam would never admitted it, but he appreciated it.

"Shut up Dean," he said and began trying to get out of the cage so he could get his brother down. He laid back against the back and kicked the door as hard as he could several times and finally the door opened and quietly Sam climbed out. Dean grinned again. Sam went over to the buttons. He pushed one and the cage began to lower.

"Sam!" said Dean. Sam pushed another one and it stopped. There was a third that he pushed and jumped back as a steel hatch covered the fire. Sam looked up at his brother and grinned. He pushed the fist button and it lowered Dean down to sit on the steel hatch.

"Hey," said Sam.

"Hey," answered Dean. "Hurry." Sam pulled at the door, but couldn't get it. "You're going to have to kick it," said Sam.

"Okay, get back." Sam moved back and Dean was about to kick it open, but his eyes went cold as Lothos and John came back into the room.

"No!" said Sam and prepared to fight, but it was no use. John rushed over and grabbed his son.

"Let me go!" said Sam beginning to fight. "Dad!" He did manage to hit John and get free.

"Run Sammy," said Dean. Sam was about too, but John grabbed his son again and hit him knocking him to his knee's. He looked up at his dad. John glared down at his son, but Alanya still had control and kicked Sam in the side. He rolled up into a ball as Lothos and John both stood over him.

"Dad please!" said Sam.

"Dad listen to me!" said Dean frantically. "They have control of you, but you can beat them. You've got to try dad, please!" John just looked at his oldest, and jerked Sam to his feet and held him still. Lothos placed his hand on his face.

"NO!" yelled Sam as it all came rushing back. All the fear and hoplessness, the anger and frustration and the feeling of helplessness. "Dad," said Sam. "I'm your son. I'm Sam! Please!" John squeezed his eyes shut. What was he doing to Sammy? He tried, but he couldn't get away. John let him go and grabbed his head. He staggered, but Alanya pushed him back down again.

"Leave him alone! Dad I know you're trying to fight. I can see it. Try harder dad. You're going to hurt Sam if you don't."

"John!" yelled Lothos and grabbed a hold of Sam.

"Stay!" said Alanya, coming out of the shadows. Sam couldn't move. Alanya walked up to John who backed up. He touched his head and John screamed as Alanya took control of John again. "Damn he was strong," thought Alanya. Lothos would feed off him soon but first things first. John and Lothos dragged Sam over to the chair. He fought like mad to get away.

"PLEASE GOD NO!!!!" screamed Sam.

"Sammy! Dad you don't know what you're about to do to him. Please! He's just now beginning to get better. Don't dad please!" yelled Dean in fear.

They strapped Sam down. John looked over at his eldest son.

"Please dad. Don't do that to him again. Don't let them do this," pleaded Dean, but John just grinned and strapped him down. They placed the hood on his head and positoned the eyes piece so he had to keep his eyes opened and placed the lasar light's where they would shoot in both eyes. Sam couldn't move. He had no choice but to stare at the lasars. He couldn't close his eyes.

"NO!" yelled Dean. "Dad please!" It was no use. John didn't hear him or if he did, he couldn't do anything about it. Sam tugged at the straps to try to free himself. Dean rared back and kicked the cage door open and scrambled out. He stood in front of his brother. "Stay away from him!" John walked up to Dean. He swung and John grabbed his fist in midflight and squeezed. Dean winced and hit his knee's. He thought his dad would crush his hand but John let go and shoved Dean aside. Lothos grabbed him. Dean gasped when he placed a metal piece in Sam's mouth and tied it in with a gag.

"What are you doing?" yelled Dean. His question was answered when he flipped the switch. Sam screamed. His whole body jerked. The metal piece in his mouth kept him from biting his tongue. The lasars began shooting directly into Sam's eyes and Lothos gave him the same drug that they'd use to drug his water, but it was in an injection and they shot it into his veins. Sam screamed again as the pain flooded his whole body.

"SAMMY!" yelled Dean. "Dad look at what you're doing to him! Please turn it off!" John looked over at his oldest son. He was still controlled by Alanya and he grinned evilly. "We're going to have to something to you next," he said.
"With Sam, psychological torture is the best, but with you..." John let his words trail off. Dean got the message.

"Put him back in the cage brother dear," said Alanya, still in John's head. Lothos shoved Dean back over and shoved him back inside the cage. He hooked some cables to it to electrify it. "If you try to get out again Dean, you'll fry yourself," said Lothos and grinned.

"Dad!" said Dean as he looked at his brother. Sam was no longer moving but was wide awake. The lasars were shooting into his brain continuously and rapidly, the eyepiece preventing him from closing his eyes. His body went numb.

"Sam!" said Dean. "Oh God!"