Here you go. This is for Michele. Sorry it's been awhile. I've been sick. Here is the update. LOL.

Chapter 34

"Tony," said John as he walked slowly, cautiously up to him and touched his shoulder. "Don't." He felt the young man's body trembling under his touch, but it wasn't fear, it was anger. He made no attempt to get the gun but he continued to talk to him.

"Don't kill him Tony. You're a cop, and he's not worth it," said John. "If you do that you're no better than he is." Tony looked at John, clearly torn. What he wanted to do was blow the bastard away. He took a deep breathe and lowered the gun. "He's coming with us," said Tony. "It's about time we had some leverage for a change." John nodded.

"There's a van just to the side of the building." Tony picked Michael up and carried him outside and threw him unceremoniously in the back of it hoping it would break something. He tied his feet and gagged him, then went back in to get Bryan and Sam.

"Let's get them out, then will look for the other two," said John. "We have to hurry, before everyone comes back." Tony ran over to Bryan and picked him up over his shoulders. He was still unconscious. Sam wasn't.

"Sammy I'm going to pick you up son." He looked at his badly beaten and bruised body again. "I'm not going to lie to you. It's gonna hurt. Try not to cry out ok?" Sam nodded. John picked him up and put him over his shoulder. Sam winced, but bit his lip to keep from sceaming. His father carried him to the van and laid him in the back. Bryan was beginning to wake up again.

"Bryan," said Tony as he opened his eyes and looked around.

"Where are we?" asked Bryan.

"In a van," answered Tony. "We're getting you out of here. Sam's here too. Do you think you can hold this gun on Michael while me and John goes to find Jack and Dean?" Bryan looked at Michael, who was bound and gagged at his feet and grinned. "Oh yeah," he said and took the gun. "My pleasure."

"You ready," Tony asked John.

"Yeah, let's go," answered John and they made their way back to the house and searched. One of the guards rounded a corner and John knocked him out. Tony knocked out another. They had looked in every room on that floor but the last and finally went in there. John saw his son.

"Dean," he said. "Son!" He rushed over to Dean who was still chained spread eagled facing the wall. John gasped. He had as many cuts and bruises as Sam.

"Dean!" John shook him and Dean woke up and immediately began to fight, pulling and tugging, trying to get away.

"Easy Dean," said John. "It's me. You're ok." He grabbed his sons head to make him look at him so he'd know who he was, but then he froze. "Oh my God!" he said when he saw that Dean's mouth had been glued shut.

"What the hell?" asked Tony coming up beside John and also looking at Dean's mouth. His eyes went cold as anger bubbled up inside of him, but it was nothing compared to what he saw on John's face. He didn't see anger or frustration, but pure rage and Tony, all of a sudden, was very happy that he and John were on the same side, because the look on John's face right now scared him to death.

"Hang on Dean," said Tony and caught him when John uncuffed him. He lowered him to the floor. John knealt down by his son.

"Are you ok," asked John, voice trembling, not from fear, but from anger. Dean nodded but winced. The glue had gotten so hard that it was making his whole face hurt.

"Hold on. I'll get that off of you, but I can't right now. We have to go." Dean understood and nodded again.

"Come on," said John and him and Tony helped Dean to his feet.

"Dean, Where's Jack," asked Tony. Dean shook his head indicating he didn't know.

John you get him out of here. I'll find Jack and follow you," said Tony. John nodded. "We'll take the van. Here's the keys to my truck. Be careful." Tony nodded. "I will," he said and John helped Dean out to the van.

"Dean!" said Bryan and stared in horror at what he saw. Dean looked down and saw Michael tied up on the floor of the van and beginning to wake up. He jumped into the van and grabbed the gun from Bryan, before he could stop him, and pressed it right between Michael's eyes. Michael froze, eyes pleading.

"No," said Bryan. "Don't. We're the good guys remember. Dean cocked the gun and Bryan touched him, feeling him shake with anger and frustration. John had already went to the front of the van. It was up to Bryan.

"Look Dean, if you do that, if you kill him, you'll be no better than he is. Please put the gun down. Come on. That's not what you're about and you know it. Don't turn into Michael ok?" Dean shook his head and closed his eyes. He handed the gun back to Bryan and went to sit down by his brother as John began to drive away.

Michael looked up at Bryan, who sneered down at him. He had fear in his eyes which satisfied Bryan to know end. Bryan cocked the gun. Dean looked, wishing he would do it. He wouldn't even try to stop him he thought as he looked down at Sam.

"You're damn lucky that I'm a little bit older and wiser than Dean." said Bryan. He held his side and got on his knee's, wincing at the pain it caused him, and pressed the gun hard into his forehead. Michael closed his eyes. "You're lucky my tempers not as bad as his, or you'd be dead." said Bryan, as he struggled to get back up. Dean went over and helped him to sit back on the bench. Michael looked into Bryan's eyes, and believed him.