Chapter 55
Brad checked his three patients. They were all doing a lot better and he was glad of that. He knew he needed to get to Dean and Sam, but he couldn't neglect the three he already had. Tony had been given 24 hours of IV fluids, continously, and was beginning to get his color and his stregth back. Brad Stopped the fluids but left the IV catheter in place just in case.
Jack was also a lot better. He was pretty much just hung over because of all the drugs he'd been given but he was going to be okay. He didn't even have any muscles spasms and jerks like Sam had had because of the Narcan he'd been given. He just had to sleep it off.
John was still unconscious and Tony and Jack both hoped he would stay that way for awhile because when he found out what had happened, there would be no stopping him from going after Alanya.
They also had Bryan in the room. He was strapped down with heavy duty leather straps and was not happy at all. He was cursing and carrying on something fierce. Tony actually winced at some of the words he used. Sure Bryan cursed, they all did, but not with those particular words. He was also tugging and pulling at the restraints so much that Tony was afraid he would break another bone or something. He wasn't sure if when they changed him back if he would still have the broken arm or not. Brad didn't know either. All they knew was that Bryan was going to be changed back rather he liked it or not. Tony finally couldn't stand Bryan's rant's and raves anymore so he went over to him.
"Careful Tony," said Brad. That's not Bryan right now and he is very dangerous." Tony nodded and cautiously made his way over to where his partner lay restrained. He looked down in his eyes. He didn't hardly recognize him at all. He was so full of rage and anger that it made Tony hurt for him. Tony reached out to touch him but jerked his hand back when Bryan tried his best to bite him.
"Don't touch me!" he yelled. "I hate you! When my uncle finds out you'll pay!"
"Bryan you've got to calm down," said Tony. We're going to make you well, but you're going to hurt yourself if you don't stop that!" Bryan glared at his partner.
"There is nothing wrong with me you bastard! I knew I should have finished your ass off when I had you in that room! When I get up from here you'll be the first one I come after! When I get out of this, you'll all be sorry!" He looked at Brad and shot daggers at him. "After I get through with this one," he said motioning toward Tony with his head, "You'll be next. If I don't get anybody else, I'll get you Brad! You killed my father! I'm going to kill you! I'll get Dean too, wait and see!"
"You're going to have to calm down!" said Tony after Bryan threw a few more curse words. "We're trying to help you! This isn't you Bryan, we're going to change you back, now just lay there and shut the hell up!" said Tony. Bryan glared at Tony and said, "Make me! I dare you're ass to make me shut up. I'm fine! Let me up from here now!" They had placed a cross around Bryan's neck and a circle of salt around his bed as added precaution just in case. Nobody underestimated what he would do right now given half a chance. They new he was dangerous and could kill without blinking and eye.
Meanwhile in the other part of the clinic Dean was having his own trouble. Sam grabbed his head and slammed it back agains the wall. He grunted as pain shot through his skull. There was blood around Dean's mouth where he'd sewn it shut. It was still trickling a little bit and Sam thought what the hell. His father did it, so why couldn't he. He wasn't here anymore to stop him, so he traced the blood with his finger and licked it off. He shook his head and blinked a little, but thought it tasted pretty good. His blood tasted like a warriors. He grinned evilly at Dean.
"Sure is quiet in here now," said Sam, and Dean glared at him. "Too bad we're just getting started." Dean shook his head and grunted some type of response that Sam thought was funny. His eyes got wide as saucers as Alanya walked in the room. He looked at Dean in shocked surprise and slowly made his way over to him. He grabbed his face roughly and forced it back and also traced the stitches to his mouth. Then he grinned from ear to ear.
"My brother should have changed you a long time ago Sammy my boy. This is classic." He let Dean's face go and all of a sudden got real serious, real quick.
"Here's the thing Dean. They have my other nephew. I want him back. I want Brad very badly and I most definitely want you. Since I don't have Brad yet and all I do have is you..." Alanya let the rest trail off as he grabbed Dean's head in his hands. Immediately it began to pound like thunder bolts in his brain. The longer Alanya held on, the worser the pain became. Dean let out a muffled cry as the pain became almost unbearable. He thought he was going to pass out. Alanya got in his face.
"My brother is dead Dean. Do you understand me!" He removed the brace from his head. Dean laid his head back against the wall and closed his eyes willing the pain to go away, but then Alanya did something else. He touched his chest and all of a sudden he began breathing way to fast. He thought his heart would beat right out of his chest. "Because of you, my nephew has been taken. This is unacceptable! So let me see." Alanya looked around the room at all the gadgets and weapons. His eyes twinkled in delight.
"What will I do to you first!" he said as he inspected everything in site trying to find the perfect weapon. Dean's headache was fast reaching crescendo level and he began hyperventilating because of the pain in his chest then without warning, Alanya let him go and the pain stopped. He slowly worked on bringing his breathing under control.
"See how easy it is Dean. I could kill you so easily, but I want you to suffer first. Just so you know, I plan on having a party and you're the main event. I want revenge for my brother, and if anything happens to my nephew, I'll take it out on you! Do I make myself clear!" Dean swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. He swallowed hard and looked at his brother. Sam was grinning like an idiot. Dean shook his head. He was in a whole heck of a lot of trouble and Sam only wanted to hurt him, not help him. Things were definitely going from bad to worse for him.
"Bryan stop it!" yelled Tony. He was fast loosing patience. "You are going to break a bone or something if you don't stop pulling so hard."
"Let me up!" yelled Bryan. He was slowly working his way up from anger to full blown rage. If they didn't do this soon, thought Tony, he was going to break those restraints. Bryan growled as Brad walked over to where he was, along with Kira, Tony and Jack. His eyes darted from one to another daring them to mess with him.
Brad let out a breath and said, "Okay, then. We're going to do this. Who is O positive." Nobody said anything for a few minutes and then Kira raised her hand.
"I am," she said. "You can give him my blood."
"Are you sure?" asked Brad. "I've never done this before. It could be dangerous."
"I'm sure. I'm O positive. I'm the universal donor. I can give to anybody."
"You may die Kira." said Brad. "I don't know what's going to happen." Kira looked down at Bryan who was beginning to sweat. "I understand," she said solomely. "Do it." Brad nodded his head.
John moaned and slowly opened his eyes.
"Oh shit," said Tony and turned as John sat up. "I was hoping he'd be unconsious longer."
"Why?" asked Brad as Kira went over to lay down on the bed next to Bryan.
"You'll see," said Tony. John sat up and looked around. He was slightly confused and a little disoriented at first, but it cleared up quick enough. The first thing he did was look for his son's. Tony and Jack both just shook there heads. This was not going to be fun, they thought.
"Where am I?" asked John looking around bewildered. "How did I get here? Where are my sons?" He looked at Tony and Jack expectantly wanting answers. Tony and Jack both looked at each other, neither wanting to have this conversation with John. He was just as scary as any demon ever thought about being, when he was mad.
John sensed something was wrong and got up to walk over toward the two men. "Where are they?" he said already beginning to get angry. "What happened?"
"John, I want you to come and sit down," said Tony placing a hand on his arm. John slapped it away. "I'm not tired," he said. "Where...are...my...kids!" He punctuated every word. Tony looked at Jack who just shrugged letting him know that he was on his own.
"Coward!" thought Tony. Then turned back to John. "What's the last thing you remember?" he asked. John thought for a minute trying to peice together his jumbled memories enough for them to make some kind of sense.
"The last thing I remember was you cuffing Sam's hand to that bench at the motel, because he wanted to be alone, but you didn't want him leaving." John smiled at that memory, but it changed to a frown when he saw Tony's expression.
"What?" asked John.
"John that was seven days ago. That's all you remember?" asked Tony. Now it was John's time to look shocked.
"Yeah," he said nervously. "What happened?"
"Alanya possessed you that night John," replied Tony.
"What!" said John. Tony winced at the anger in his voice and told him everything. John shook his head.
"Did I hurt my boys?" he asked feeling panicky for the first time. He replaced it with anger. When Tony didn't answer him, John became impatient. He grabbed the front of Tony's shirt and pulled him close to his face.
"DID I HURT MY SONS!" he said again. Tony nodded. John let go and went to sit down. "What did I do to them?" he asked and Tony told him the rest.
"You're kidding me!" John got agitated all over again and jumped up. "I put Sam back in that chair! I shot lasars in his eyes! I put Dean in a cage and electrified it!" He looked at Tony angrily. "Answer me!"
"Yes but it wasn't you John. It was Alanya. You didn't hurt Sam and Dean," said Tony trying to calm the man down. There was no talking to him when he was like this. He learned that a long time ago. "It wasn't your fault. You couldn't help what happened." John sat back down for a few minutes but then jumped back up as Bryan screamed.
"Let me up!" yelled Bryan. "NOW!" John hadn't noticed Bryan. He slowly got to his feet and made his way over to where Bryan was strapped down.
"What's the matter with him?" asked John.
"He's a demon," replied Jack. John looked at Jack and noticed the bruises.
"Did I hurt you too?" he asked. Jack shook his head. "It wasn't you. You didn't hurt anybody." John looked back down at Bryan. He was trying hard to process all the information and it wasn't easy. "I'm sorry." he said.
"You didn't do anything. It wasn't you. You don't have to apologize," said Jack and John nodded.
"Is Bryan possessed?" asked John.
"No," said Tony. "Bryan's been changed. He's a demon." John jerked his head up to look at Tony and walked over to him. "How!" he asked him.
"Lothos gave him his blood," said Tony, "and turned him. We were about to turn him back."
"Where is Sam and Dean," asked John just realizing that they never answered his question. "Where are they?" Tony took a deep breath and stepped back a little.
"Lothos did the same to Sam," he said and before he could react John slammed him hard into the wall. He grunted on impact.
"What did you say you bastard!" said John in a very low voice. He could barely suppress his anger. Tony was gasping to breathe. John had placed his arm under his throat and pressed in, cutting off air supply.
"John please!" choked Tony. "I can't breathe!"
"John!" yelled Jack and he and Brad pulled him off of Tony, who bent over and placed his hands on his knee's trying to catch his breath.
"Get off me!" yelled John and jerked free.
"You're lying Tony!" said John. "Why the hell are you lying to me! Where are they!" He ran up and grabbed him again and pushed him back against the wall for the second time.
"WHY ARE YOU LYING!" yelled John.
"I'm not lying John!" said Tony. "Lothos gave Sam his blood. He's been changed too. He's holding Dean prisoner!" There. He'd said it, now he just had to hope John believed him and didn't kill him.