Chapter 33

Tony jerked awake from a fitfull sleep when he heard a noise. He looked over at Bryan and Sam, and both were either asleep or unconscious, so the noise didn't come from them. The door to the cell rattled and Tony jumped up and went to stand beside it, pressing his back against the wall. The door opened and a man that he'd never seen before came inside and started toward Sam.

Tony grabbed the man, slamming him against the wall and placing his arm under his throat. The man glowered at Tony as he grunted from the impact. Tony pressed his arm harder into the man's windpipe successfully cutting off his air. "Who the hell are you?"

The man kicked Tony's legs out from under him and Tony fell hard on his back and hit his head on the concrete, dazing him. The blow knocked the wind out of him. The man reached down and jerked him up slamming him hard against the wall. "No," he said. "Who the hell are you?" he asked. Tony saw the anger in his eyes and it made him nervous.

He slammed him hard against the wall again and Tony winced. "Who are you? Answer me you son of a bitch, or I'll break your back!" He slammed him again. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY BOY!!! WHERE IS HIS BROTHER!!!!"

"What?" said Tony. "You're boy? Sam's you're son? You're John?"

John threw Tony across the room and he landed hard on his back again. He picked him up, fueled by anger and hatred for this bastard that hurt his son. He slammed him against the wall again and Tony cried out.

"Wait!" yelled Tony. John pressed a gun to his head and Tony raised his hands.

"I'm Tony, John. We're friends of Sam and Dean. We came to help them, but ended up getting captured ourselves."

John cocked the gun and Tony froze. Apparently he didn't hear him. "You see him!" said John pressing the gun further into Tony's head, and gesturing toward Sam. "That's my kid you hurt. Do you understand me! I will kill you! I am going to blow your damn head off just as soon as you lead me to Dean! What did you do to him? Where is his brother? You better start talking. NOW!!!!!!"

Now Tony knew where Dean got his temper from. He was just like his dad. John slammed him again, hard, and Tony cried out in pain because he really did almost break his back.

"John, listen to me. I didn't hurt Sam or Dean. I'm trying to help them. I'm Tony! That's Bryan. We're police officers, and friends of there's."

"Then why the hell are you walking around free while they're tied up!" said John. Tony paused. "ANSWER ME!!!"

"I know what this looks like John, but men came in here and beat the hell out of my partner because we had gotten out of our restraints. They tied Bryan back down, and Sam, but not me."

"That don't make any since," said John.

"I know, but it's the truth. They just didn't tie me back up. I'm not one of them John. I want to help. Please. Just ask Bryan."

John thought for a minute and nodded. "If you're lying to me you will die today," he said. He jerked Tony away from the wall and shoved him over toward Bryan. "Keep your hands where I can see them." Tony raised his hands. "Don't even think about moving," said John.

"I won't." said Tony and stood where he was. John knealt down to Bryan while keeping his gun on Tony. "Bryan," said John softening his voice. He touched Bryan's shoulder. John noticed that he was beat pretty bad. The whole right side of his face was bruised and swollen and he had blood all over the front of his shirt. John looked up at Tony who knew what he was thinking. He shook his head. "I didn't do that to him. He's my partner. My best friend. He's like my brother man. I'd never do that." Tony was getting nervous. If Bryan didn't wake up and let John know who he was, he was afraid that John was going to kill him.

"You're story better check out," said John. "Bryan," said John again shaking him a little. Bryan moaned and slowly opened his eyes. He saw a stranger with a gun on his partner and became afraid.

"Don't...please." said Bryan barely conscious.

"You know him?" asked John.

"That's my partner," said Bryan weakly, "Please don't hurt him."

"What's his name?" asked John making sure.

"Tony." he said. "Please."

John looked at Tony and lowered the gun. Tony let out a breathe and lowered his hands, walking over to them. "I think you just saved my life Bryan." he said.

"What?" asked Bryan.

"This is John Winchester. Sam and Dean's dad, and now I know where Dean gets his temper." John smiled. Bryan let out the breathe he was holding also.

"Nice to meet you," said Bryan.

"Hey," said John. "You ok?"

"I got some broken ribs, and I don't think I'm going to be able to walk out of here by myself, but I want to thank you for not killing my partner, because that would be awkward." John grinned again. He liked them both already.

"No problem." said John.

"Dad," said Sam weakly. John rushed over to Sam's side. "Sammy you ok," he asked touching his son's head. He looked at the bruises and cuts all over him and became furious all over again.

"Sam, talk to me son," said John.

"I'm hurting dad. It hurts so bad. Please help me. I can't move, but I can feel everything."

"I'll get those cuffs off of you so you can move son, just hang on ok?
"That's not why he can't move," said Tony.

"Why then," asked John.

"They keep giving him a drug to keep him still. It paralyzes him, but he can feel everything they put him through. He can only move his head," said Tony.

John's eyes went cold as he looked down at Sam. "Son of a bitch," he said.

"Dad help me," said Sam.

"Hang on Sammy, just hang on. Where's Dean?" he asked.

"I don't know. They took him away early yesterday morning. Jack too," said Tony.

"Jack," asked John.

"Another friend. He's a doctor." John nodded his head. "Yeah, they told me about you three. You're good friends. Thanks for all your help. I appreciate you looking out for them."

"They're good kids," said Bryan. They jumped as they heard another sound at the door. John ran over beside it and Tony stood where he was. Michael came inside. "Hello Tony," he said pulling a gun. "You kept them both tied up. I was hoping that you hadn't. I wanted to beat the crap out of both of them while you watched. Oh well, I still plan on giving Sam another shot before you and me take care of some business." He took out another syringe.

"Michael please," said Tony. "You're killing him with that stuff. You're not just paralyzing him."

"I don't care," said Michael. "I've had it with all of you. Get over here!"

"Where are your goons," said Tony taking a step toward Michael.

"I figured if you didn't do what I said, I'd just kill your partner."

"So they're not here," said Tony looking past Michael to John.

"Nope. Just you and me. Now get the hell over here." said Michael. Tony raised his hands and started toward Michael. Michael froze as John grabbed him around the neck.

"What the hell?" he said as Tony grabbed the gun and pointed it at him. John spun him around to face him. "You're the bastard that did this to my boy?" Michael looked at the man before him. His eyes were cold and hard and his face was full of anger. For the first time since this whole thing started, Michael was afraid of more than just Jack.

John leaned down to Michael's ear and said, "You probably should have brought your goons." He hit Michael in the head and he fell unconscious to the ground. Tony felt around in his pockets until he found some keys. He ran over and took the cuffs off of Bryan then tossed the keys to John.

"Sam," he said. Sam looked up at his father. He was so weak, he hurt so bad, and his vision was begining to waver. "Sammy, I'm going to get you out of here ok. You hang on. Don't you give up. You hear me?" Sam nodded. John uncuffed his hands and pulled his injured shoulder closer to his body. Sam cried out in pain as he slid it over. "Easy Sam," said John. He uncuffed his feet.

Tony cuffed Michael's hands behind his back.

My truck's just outside," said John and Tony nodded, looking at Michael. He raised the gun and pointed it at his head. Anger and hatred filled him up to where he thought he was going to choke on it.

"Tony!" said Bryan. John looked at what was happening.

"No Tony!" said Bryan again.

I'm going to kill him," said Tony. Bryan winced. He was about to pass out again, but he knew his partner. He knew Tony was mad enough to kill, but he was having a hard time focusin again and his head began to throb. "Tony," he said and passed out. Tony just stood there, the gun pointing at Michael, and John figured he probably needed to do something.