Hey Cruzin4Jensen. I'm not trying to give you a heart attack but this story has a ways to go. It's continued in the next story called Demon's Blood. Hope you like. Jackie this one is for you.

Chapter 48

Dean walked back over to Sam and brushed the hair from his eyes. It had been 24 hours. They had not brought Tony back and Sam had not woke up. Dean was getting worried. He was beginning to think that Alanya had put something on him the last time he touched him. It gave Dean hope to see John break free, if only for a minute, but right now he was worried about his brother.

"Come on Sammy. You got to be okay man. Why aren't you waking up? You just have a concussion." He looked at Jack. "He won't wake up Jack. Why won't he wake up?"

Jack walked over on shaky legs to check on Sam. "He's probably exhausted Dean. He's probably just asleep."

"He won't wake up. I've shaken him and patted his cheeks and everything," said Dean worried.

Jack sighed. "In order for me to do this, I'm going to have to shine a light in his eyes and look at his pupils. He'll probably wake up and beat the crap out of me."

"Jack please. I'm worried about him," replied Dean.

"Ok Dean. I know you are. Jack didn't have a penlight but there was a flashlight in the room so he took it, lifted Sam's eyelids and shone the light in his eyes. Sam screamed and came up fighting.

"Shit!" said Jack, as he suddenly found Sam's hand around his throat. "I knew it!!"

"Sam!" said Dean. "Let him go!"

"NO! He's shining that lasar in my eyes!" Sam's eyes were full of terror and he squeezed harder. "I'll kill your ass!" he yelled.

"Sam stop!" yelled Dean. "It's not the lasar. It's Jack shining a light. He's just checking you out. I asked him to, now let him go!" Dean jerked Sam off Jack and he fell to the floor gasping for breathe. He looked increduously at Dean.

"See," said Jack, rubbing his throat.

Dean shrugged. "Sorry Jack." He turned to his brother. "You okay?" he asked and Sam nodded but then he began to stagger again.

"Sam come on man," he said, and caught him as he fell. Jack got to his feet and they both helped him over to the bed and laid him down. He flinched when Dean tried to touch his head so he just dropped his hand.

"Look at me," said Dean. Sam weakly turned his head toward his brother. "I'm going to touch you Sam. I will not hurt you, but you are going to have to get use to me touching you again, because I'm not going to stop. You're going to be ok. I promise." Sam nodded but didn't say anything.

"Talk to me," said Dean.

"My head hurts," replied Sam.

"I know. It should. You have 10 stitches in it," said Dean.

"Can I have something for pain?" Dean looked at Jack. He still didn't want Sam to know they were still prisoners. Not until he got better. Jack walked over and looked down at him.

"No Sam you can't. You have a concussion so you don't need anything that's going to make you drowsy. We need to watch you for a day or two and make sure you wake up like you're suppose to, but I want shine that light in your eyes anytime soon okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry Jack. I don't know why I did that," said Sam sorrowful.

"Don't worry about it. I'm ok. You need to try to get some more rest. You're exhausted." Sam nodded and closed his eyes again and Jack looked at Dean. "You to Dean. You need to sleep."

"I'm fine," said Dean.

"You're not fine. I can look at you and tell that. You need to sleep now, while you can."

"No, not until Sam gets better. Forget it," said Dean and plopped himself back down beside his brother. Jack sighed and went over to Bryan. "Will you see if you can do something with him." Bryan came over and sat in the chair facing Dean.

"Jack's right you know. You need to rest while you can. All of us do, but I understand. I wish I knew what was going on with Tony. I don't even know if he's okay or not."

"I'm worried about him to," said Dean.

"Why the hell am I in this thing," said Tony. He looked all over it. There was no way out. The chamber even had a top on it and Tony didn't understand. It was only big enough for him stand up in and he'd been standing up for 24 hours. He tried to lean against the sides to try to get some sleep, but Lothos kept forcing him back awake.

"Can I have a drink of water," he asked Lothos.

"No," said Lothos. "Nothing to eat or drink." Tony looked down at his leg that was chained to the floor of the chamber then back at Lothos.

"Let me guess. You're planning on starving me to death, or else I'm going to die of dehydration or sleep deprivation. Which is it," he asked sarcastically but his face went pale when Lothos grinned and said. "All three."

"You're joking right," said Tony.

"No, I'm quite serious, but that's not all," said Lothos.

"What? What else?" asked Tony suddenly no longer angry but afraid. He wished he never found out the answer.

"Tell me Tony. Can you swim," said Lothos evilly.

"What?" asked Tony suddenly very afraid.

"How long can you hold your breath underwater?" he asked. Lothos turned on the water and it started to fill the chamber.

"No," said Tony as the water began to rise. "What are you doing?" He pulled at the cuff on his leg trying to get loose. It was no use. The water was up to his calf's and smelled liked sulfur.

"If you drink it Tony it will kill you. It's poisioned. " Tony looked down. The level was already up to his knee's. He hit the glass frantically as it continued to rise. It didn't take long before it was up to his neck. Lothos turned the water off, and grinned.

"Wait a minute!" said Tony and looked up quickly as the top of the chamber began to lower. It pushed Tony's head under the water and Lothos left it there until Tony thought his lungs would burst. He was trying to drown him and the smell of sulfer was making him sick. Just when Tony didn't think he could hold his breath anymore, Lothos let the top up. His head shot up out of the water and he drank in the air, letting his lungs fill with oxygen.

"My God!" yelled Tony. "Please!"

Lothos sneered. "You really don't want to make me angry Tony. Do you understand?" He said it calmly but his words was razor sharp. Tony nodded and shut his mouth.