Here is the next chapter. Enjoy.

Sheila

Chapter 36

John got all of them as far away as possible. He kept looking in the mirror to see if Tony was following him, but never saw him. He had a feeling that they'd been captured again. He rubbed his head as a headache began to form above his right eye. He took them to an old abandoned building that he had found when he got to town. He had a feeling he was going to need it.

He opened the back of the van. He got Bryan inside first and laid him down. Him and Dean got Sam and carried him inside, because he still couldn't move, plus he was unconscious again. Then he came for Michael and jerked him out, untying his feet, and shoving him toward the building. Michael stumbled as John uncuffed his hands and cuffed them through a ring attached to a pulley above his head. He kept the gag in place, but said, "You see them two." said John. Michael looked over at Sam and Dean. "They're my boys."

He grabbed Michael's face in his hand, and squeezed making Michael wince. "You see him," indicating Bryan, "He's my friend." He grabbed him by the hair of the head and forced it back. "I'm going to break your damn neck. Do you understand me!" He slapped Michael hard across the face, causing him to see stars. "Don't go anywhere," he said and went to check on everyone.

Bryan opened his eyes. "Where am I," he asked.

"You're safe," said John.

"Where's Tony," asked Bryan looking around. He didn't see him anywhere and he became afraid. "No," he said shaking his head.

"I'm sorry Bryan, but I don't think they got away. They were suppose to follow me in my truck, but I never saw them." said John.

"What," said Bryan, struggling to get to his feet. "No!"

"Easy Bryan," said John. "Tony went to look for Jack. He said he'd be right behind me. I gave him the keys to my truck, but I've been looking for them. I never saw them behind me."

"I'm going back then," said Bryan.

"You can't hardly walk Bryan. You'd be no match for them," said John.

"I'm not leaving them there," yelled Bryan.

"I'm not either." said John. "We'll get them. That's a promise. I'm not about to leave them there. Just hang on, ok?"

John went over to check on Sam who had not woke up yet, but John knew he would. He'd be ok, as soon as the drug wore off. He just didn't know how long it would take.

He turned to Dean and grimaced. He walked over to his son and felt his mouth. "What the...," said John and felt it again. "Oh God," said John.

"What is it," asked Bryan. Dean didn't like the way his dad was looking at him.

"It's not glue," said John.

"What," asked Bryan. "What is it?"

"It's cement."

"What!" yelled Bryan.

"They've cemented his mouth shut," said John.

"Oh shit," said Bryan. Dean became very afraid.

"Son, I'm going to have to pry your lips apart." Dean shook his head in fear, and made some kind of low gruntle sound.

"It's the only way. Is your face hurting?" asked John and Dean nodded.

"It's because the cement is getting harder and harder." said John. "I have to pry them apart Dean. It's going to hurt, son, a lot." Dean took a deep breathe and nodded. He already knew it would, but it was the only way. He couldn't stay like that forever, and they definitely counldn't go to a hospital.

John walked over to a tool box and took out a chisel and soaked it in some alcahol. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to hurt his son, but it was the only way to get his mouth opened.

John looked at Bryan, who was barely able to sit up. He wasn't going to be able to help hold Dean. He did the only thing he knew to do. He took Dean by the arm and chained him to a pole, to keep him still. He placed a strap across his head to hold it in place. Dean stared at his dad in shock at what he was doing.

"Dean it's the only way, son. Bryan can't hold you still, and neither can I, not when I'm doing this. I'm sorry." He took the chisel and walked over to his son. He rubbed his hands down his face. "Are you ready?" he asked. Dean swallowed hard and closed his eyes, squeezing them shut against the pain he knew was coming. John shook his head, tears in his eyes. He placed the chisel to Dean's lips and slowly began to pry them apart, careful not to let it slip and damage something else.

Dean screamed in agony as his father kept on prying until finally they were apart. Dean screamed again. "Son of a bitch," he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Shit!" His father threw down the chisel. "Dean, are you ok!" he asked. Deans mouth was bleeding, it hurt like hell, but he was ok. John took the strap off his head and unchained his son.

"I'm sorry, son," he said as Dean touched his mouth, wiping off the blood.

"I'm ok, dad, thanks." Dean looked around and saw a sink over in the corner. He ran over and washed the blood off his face. John had some bottled water in a cooler and Dean drank 3, one right after the other. John was still looking at his son. "It's ok, dad. You did what you had to do. I'm just glad I can talk again. I'm not use to being quiet.

John nodded and grinned. "You got that right," he said. He looked at Michael, and stopped grinning, the rage coming back full force.

"YOU BASTARD!!!" yelled John running over to Michael He began to hit Michael over and over again. He beat the hell out of him. He couldn't stop himself. He was usually pretty cool headed. He had to be in his type work, but right now all he wanted to do was kill this son of a bitch who had hurt his sons. He wanted to beat him to death.

"Oh shit!" said Bryan trying to get to his feet. "Yep," he thought, "that's where Dean get's it."

Dean ran over to John and grabbed his arm.

"Stop it dad. We need him alive!" said Dean pushing his father off of Michael. Rage filled John as he got in Michael's face. "You better be glad we do!" yelled John. "You'd better thank my son for stopping me or you'd be dead!" Michael stood there, his whole face bloody and bruised. John walked away and Dean glared at Michael. He went over and pressed a button. The pulley lifted Michael, who let out a stifled cry. His feet was dangling in the air, all the pressure on his hands. "Does it hurt Michael?" asked Dean. "You're welcome."

Sam begin to wake up.

"Sam," said Dean walking over to his brother. He opened his eyes and John came over too. Dean touched his head. Sam flinched at the touch.

"It's ok Sammy," said Dean moving his hand. It may be awhile before Sam could be touched again, he thought. "We're out of there. You're safe. You're going to be ok, you hear me?" Sam looked at his brother. He wanted to touch Dean's mouth, but still couldn't move.

"What happened?" he asked weakly. Dean decided to be honest with his brother. "They shocked my head with a defibrillator, and then cemented my mouth shut." he told him, wanting to touch him again, but afraid to.

"I'm sorry," said Sam, barely able to stay awake.

"It's not your fault Sam. Why are you apologizing?" asked Dean.

"I don't know," said Sam. "I just wanted to." Dean nodded. "You thirsty?"

Sam nodded and Dean went to get another water. John watched as his oldest son helped Sam to drink some. Sam coughed.

"Take it easy. Not to much ok," said Dean. Sam drank a little more.

"Thanks," he said, his voice barely audible.

"Ok," he said. "Rest." Sam looked around. He saw Michael and fear filled his eyes. Dean followed with his eyes. "He's not going to hurt you Sam. I'm not going to let him."

"Me either son," said John, brushing the hair out of his youngest son's eyes.

"Don't," said Sam. John stopped and lowered his hand.

"Where's Jack and Tony?" Dean and John looked at Bryan who was beginning to get angry himself. He looked away.

"They still have them Sam." said Dean. They grabbed them both again."

"We've got to help them," said Sam as forcefully as he could.

"We will," said John. "We're going to go back and get them." He looked at Bryan. "That's a promise, but right now all of you have to rest." Sam closed his eyes again and slept. John walked over to Bryan.

"We'll get Jack and Tony back Bryan. I mean it." said John, and Bryan nodded, but he was afraid of what Victor was going to do to them. He knew that he was probably furious right about now. Dean touched Bryan's shoulders. "We'll get them."

"I know. I'm just afraid of what shape they'll be in when we do. Sam can't even stand to be touched by anyone right now. Not even his own father and brother. For the first time since they had known each other, Bryan looked to Dean for support and help. "This isn't going to be good Dean," said Bryan. "I'm scared."

"I know," said Dean. "Me too."