Chapter 49

Alex came into the room where the men were being held, along with two more of the guards. They drew there guns as Dean jumped up.

"On your knee's," said Alex leveling it at him.

"Go to hell! I'm not getting on my knee's. You're going to have to kill me!" said Dean angrily.

"If that's what you want." said Alex and cocked the gun. Dean braced and thought that was a really stupid thing to say.

"NO!" said Bryan. "Get down Dean! Now!" He watched as the two men glared at each other. Bryan grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him down.

"Put you're hands on your head." All three men obeyed. The guards went over to Jack and pulled him to his feet.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Alanya wants you. Move!" He shoved him toward the door and Jack looked back at his friends wondering if this would be the last time he'd ever see them again. He knew Alanya was mad at everyone but he was furious at him.

"Take care of your brother Dean," he said, a finality in his voice that Dean had never heard before, and didn't like.

"Jack," said Dean. "You'll be back."

"Wake him up every few hours to make sure he's ok." Dean nodded.

"Move it!" said Alex and the other guard shoved him again. They led him down the hall to what use to be a treatment room. There was a stretcher inside with straps. Jack rolled his eyes and knew it was for him.

"Come on man, you have got to be kidding me!" he said as John came into the room and glared at him.

"John listen to me. You broke free once, you can do it again. Don't do this please!" Jack pleaded but John dragged him over to the stretcher and forced him down on it. He strapped down his hands and feet. Jack winced as John inserted an IV catheter into his arm and taped it down.

"What are you doing?" asked Jack fearfully.

"This used to be a research clinic didn't it Jack, so I'm researching. I'm going to do some experiements and see how much the human body can take," said Alanya.

"What kind of experiements?" asked Jack, but didn't really want to know. "You're a demon Alanya. Why on earth would you want to do something like that?"

"Because I'm curious," he replied. He looked down at Jack. You could have had my power Jack. You would have been great. Your father loved the feeling, but you refused mine and denied your own." Jack could see the hate in Alanya's eyes. He could feel it. It was almost alive and it pulsated from him.

"You'll give me your power Jack or I will kill your friends."

Jack shook his head. "This is getting old Alanya," he said. "You're going to kill my friends rather I give you my power or not, so why don't you kiss my ass. It's not going to happen."

"Let's put it this way Jack. I'm going to take your power and kill your friends anyway. How is that?" Jack began to tug at the binds trying to get loose. He started to use those powers and free himself, but Alanya slapped him hard across the face.

"You'll not use them against me. Not anymore!" said Alanya angrily. He inserted a drug into Jack's IV and immediately he was paralyzed from the waist down. It was the drug that he'd given Sam before to keep him still. It was the also the one that causes muscle spasms and jerks when you take a person off of it. He could feel everything and he was totally helpless.

"John please!" pleaded Jack. "Don't do this. We need your help. Sam and Dean need their father. Please snap out of this." John blinked a couple of times as if trying to remember but then it was gone. "Don't do this!" said Jack again.

Lothos came back into the room that now held only Bryan, Sam and Dean.

"Where the hell is my partner? Is he okay?" asked Bryan angrily.

"For now. My brother is going to change that real soon though," said Lothos. "I'm hungry Bryan, and I pick you this time."

Bryan shook his head and backed up as two guards came inside and grabbed him, holding him still.

"Leave him alone," yelled Dean and jumped up, but was knocked back down.

"Stay there Dean," said Lothos. "If you know what's good for you, you won't move." Two more guards came in and held Dean where he was. When Lothos saw that the guards had secured Dean he turned his attention back to Bryan.

"Let's see Bryan. What am I going to do to you first?"

"Let me go?" Bryan asked hopefully. "You don't want to feed off me Lothos. My blood is not good at all." Lothos smiled.

"On the contrary Bryan, you're blood will be delicious. You have a warriors heart. Tell me, would you stay if I promised to let the others go?"

"What?" asked Bryan shocked.

"No he wouldn't," said Dean. Lothos looked at him. "Am I even talking to you. Shut your mouth Dean before I cut out your tongue."

"Answer me Bryan," said Lothos. Bryan closed his eyes as if considering. He made his decision, pushed down the panic that was trying to overtake him and opened them up again. He nodded. "Yes," he said.

"Bryan!" said Dean. Lothos glared at Dean, who closed his mouth quickly, then turned back to Bryan.

"You would?" said Lothos. Bryan nodded again. "If you let them go, I'll stay."

"I thought so. Warrior's heart. That's strong magic, and rich blood. It will make me stronger," said Lothos.

"You gonna do it?" asked Bryan hoping that maybe he would, and at least the others would be safe. Lothos shook his head.

"No. I was just wondering."

"You son of a bitch," said Bryan and Lothos backhanded him.

"Don't talk to me that way Bryan." warned Lothos in a calm voice, but again razor sharp. "I don't appreciate it." He approached Bryan and he began to struggle, but he was weak and couldn't do a whole lot with just one arm, especially when he was being held by two big strong guards.

"NO!" he cried out when Lothos put his hand on his face, cupping his chin. Immediately Bryan stopped struggling and stared into Lothos eyes. They glowed green and they were hypnotic. He couldn't move. All he could do was stare. He felt like his body had betrayed him. His mind was screaming that he needed to get away but his body wouldn't cooperate. Lothos could do anything he wanted to do to him and Bryan couldn't fight back.

"BRYAN!!" yelled Dean. He was afraid for his friend. This was new. Lothos had never done that before and it was a powerful prison.

"Let him go," said Lothos and the guards released him. Bryan just stood there. His eyes never moving from Lothos's. He was totally transfixed. Totally under his control. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't get away. "MOVE! GET AWAY! " screamed his mind but he couldn't.

All the commotion woke Sam up. He jumped up and looked around.

"Dean," he said.

"Shit!" said Dean. "Sam!" he said, but Sam just sat there and stared at Lothos. He was terrified. He couldn't move. His whole body began to tremble and Lothos stared at him.

"Don't touch him," said Dean dangerously. "You stay away from my brother!" Sam began breathing hard as he jumped off the bed. He backed up as Lothos approached .

"Hello Sam," he said. Sam just stared. He'd never been so afraid in his life. His head began to pound and he continued to back up until he'd backed himself into a corner. There was no place for him to go. Lothos got right in his face and placed his hands on the wall on either side of Sam's head, boxing him in. He leaned in close.

"SAM!" yelled Dean and would have started for Lothos, if the guards had not been holding him. Byran couldn't do anything to help because he couldn't move. Sam stared up into those eyes. Lothos seemed so much taller to him than he ever had before, and meaner, more hateful.

"SAMMY!" yelled Dean again, trying his best to get away but he wasn't paying him any attention. All of it was on this Demon that was so hell bent on destroying him and his family and friends. He started to shake uncontrollably as Lothos leaned down and whispered into his ear.

"I'm going to get you Sam. Real soon. Be ready for it. You won't get away next time. That's a promise." Then Lothos left him and turned back to Bryan.

"Bring him!" he said and the guard just took Bryan by the arm and led him from the room. He didn't want to go, but he didn't have a choice. He was powerless to fight and he just followed. The guards locked the door back, locking Sam and Dean inside. Dean shook his head. Now everyone was separated again. He turned to his brother who was still standing where Lothos had left him. In the corner. He was shaking all over. He glared at Dean who winced at the look in his baby brothers eyes.

"Sam," he said softly. He knew he had to be careful, especially right now. He didn't like the look his brother was giving him, not one bit. He slowly stepped toward Sam, hands raised and hoped he could reach him without getting killed.

"Sam," said Dean carefully. He approached his brother. He kept his hands where he could see them because he wasn't sure yet what Sam was going to do.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, hurt that his brother would keep something away from him like this.

"I wanted you to get better first, Sam. I didn't want you to have to worry about Lothos and Alanya until you had to. I wasn't trying to keep anything from you. I was just worried about you," replied Dean. He relaxed a little when he found out that his brother wasn't going to try to kill him, or that he wasn't afraid of him. Sam was just angry and Dean could deal with that a whole lot better than fear. Sam took a deep breath.

"I thought you were going to jump me there for a minute Sammy," he told his brother.

"It's Sam, and no. It just shocked me. I don't know what it is about Lothos. I'm scared of Alanya, but I can fight him. I'm terrified of Lothos. I can't even function when I'm around him. Something happens to me."

"I know. It's probably because of all he's done to you Sam but you're going to have to try to overcome that. When we get ready to get out of here, I'm going to need you sharp."

"I don't think I can Dean. He does something to my head. All he has to do is look at me."

"I know Sam. I know." Dean wouldn't tell his brother but he doesn't like what happens to him when he's around Lothos. He freezes up, and that could get them all killed. He took Sam by the arm and was almost shocked when Sam didn't pull away.

"What are you doing?" he asked his big brother.

"Getting you back in the bed. You need some more rest," said Dean. He gently pushed his brother back down to the bed still being careful just in case he decided to freak again. Sam didn't argue. He just laid down.

"Where is everyone?" asked Sam.

"I don't know. They took Tony 2 days ago. They just took Jack and Bryan today." He still couldn't shake the finality in Jack's voice when they took him away. He looked down at his brother.

"You need to get some sleep," said Dean.

"Only if you do," answered Sam. Dean looked at him. He brushed his hair away from his eyes and grinned a little.

"What?" asked Sam.

"Nothing," said Dean, deciding to be honest instead of sarcastic at the moment. "You didn't jump."

"Huh" asked Sam puzzeled. He didn't know what Dean was talking about.

"I've touched you twice Sammy and you didn't jump. You didn't even flinch. That's a real good sign."

"I don't understand?" asked Sam and Dean cocked his head.

"For awhile now, everytime anybody has tried to touch you, you have pulled away or flinched or screamed. Even when the one's that are touching you are us, but today, right now, you didn't even think about it. You let me touch you and you didn't freak out. You're getting better," said Dean and Sam nodded.

"Now get some sleep," said Dean.

"You first," said Sam. "You look like shit." Dean frowned but then nodded.

"Ok," he said and laid down. Sam closed his eyes and was soon back to sleep. Dean hadn't planned on it. He was going to get right back up when Sam went to sleep, but before he knew he was also asleep.

"Come in," yelled Kira, when she heard a knock at her door.

"It's just me!" yelled Brad up the stairs.

"I'll be down in a minute. Grab yourself a drink," yelled Kira.

"Kay," said Brad and went into the kitchen. He was just as much at home here as in his own home. When him and Kira were dating they spent a lot of time in both places. She felt just as at home in his place. He pulled open the door to the refrigerator and pulled out a coke. He took it over to the table and sat down with it. He popped the top and took a sip, and contemplated what they were about to do.

"Demons," he said out loud, and shook his head. The last time him and Kira faced demons they almost died, and Brad wasn't really looking forward to a repeat performance. He closed his eyes and remembered. After a few minutes he opened them again and took another sip. He had made up his mind. Nobody, not him, Kira or the others were going to die. He had not met anybody but Jack, and him only briefly when he had saved his life, but there was something about him, that tugged at Brad. They were about the same age, 36, but his eyes were haunted, and he had a feeling that the others were the same. He had been hurt, badly, and from what Kira told him, so had the others. No, he thought. Nobody would die. He took out his pistol and replaced the bullets with rock salt bullets and waited for Kira, and said a little prayer for all their safety.