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The Collector

Chapter fourteen

An hour later

Dean moaned softly as he slowly began to wake up. He had a pounding headache and kept his eyes shut as he tried to remember what had happened. As his memory came back his eyes flew open. Sammy! He could see Sam sitting at the table looking at him.

"Sam…" He tried to move, he had to get to his brother. It was then he realized he had been tied to the chair. He shook his head slightly trying to clear his mind as he began working on the ropes. He always kept a knife on a spring loaded metal cuff up his sleeve but for some reason it wasn't working properly, only the tip emerged which gave him little to work with. Dean swore softly to himself realizing it must have jammed when he fell to the floor. He heard a noise to his right and looked toward the sound. Greg Richards stood there smiling at him.

"I guess you found your lost brother." He said mockingly. "I think he'll make a great addition to my collection, don't you agree?"

"So it was you and not your father." Dean said as he realized the voice he had heard over Sam's phone had been Richards. "But I saw the mist myself…I know it's somehow involved in this."

Richards smiled.

"Daddy helps me. He taught me all I know." Richards looked over to a corner of the room. "Didn't you Daddy?"

Dean looked over and could see the mist hovering there in the corner as if watching them. He looked back at Richards.

"So you're both involved in this." Dean said as he looked around the table at the bodies.

"Some of them are from Daddy's last kill. The cops never found them, I hid them here while they searched Daddy's house. But the rest of them…"Richards smiled at Dean as if he was proud of what he had done. "those are mine…I did a good job don't you think? Almost as good as Daddy." He walked over and put his hand on one of the preserved bodies. "Growing up I always wanted to be an undertaker, but then I couldn't keep the bodies, I'd have to give them up." He walked over to Sam. "But now they're all mine and mine alone. I think your brother will make a nice addition, don't you think? Good looking boy isn't he?" He then walked over to a girl's body that was still fairly well preserved. He picked her up and put her in a seat next to Sam. "I think they'll make a nice couple, don't you?" Richards then walked over to two badly decomposed bodies and put his hands on their shoulders. "These were my first, don't they look nice together? Don't they seem happy?" He asked not seeming to realize the condition the bodies were in. "And now your brother will join them permanently. We'll all be one happy family."

Richards nodded toward the mist which then drifted over and covered Sam for a few seconds.

"Get away from him you bastard!" Dean shouted as he continued struggling with his ropes.

The mist then drifted back to the corner as Richards walked over to Sam.

"Get up and follow me." He ordered.

Dean watched in shock as Sam obeyed him. He realized that the mist must have some kind of hypnotic affect on people allowing the son to then move in and take control of them.

"Sammy! Sammy wake up!" Dean yelled at his brother then looked at Richards. "What the hell did you do to him?"

Richards didn't answer him but instead took hold of Sam's elbow and led him over to a table.

"Now be a nice boy and lie down and roll up your sleeve."

Sam did as he was told. He lay on the table screaming at his body to get off of it but he couldn't move, it was as if his body belonged to someone else and only his mind was his.

Dean watched in horror as Richards began setting up an IV bag loaded with what Dean assumed was embalming fluid.

Richards ran his hand through Sam's hair as he looked down at him almost as if to comfort him.

"Just relax son, it won't hurt for long…And just think, soon you'll be eternally young and never grow old."

Dean rocked back and forth in the chair trying to free himself and could feel the ropes slowly loosening but would he get free in time?

"Sam! Sam listen to me! You're hallucinating…they're making you think you can't move but you can! Try Sam! Try to move! You can do it! Don't listen to him Sam…fight him!" Dean shouted to his brother trying to get through to him but Sam only lay on the table still unable to respond to him.

Dean knew that the father's spirit was causing the hallucinations and that was what was used to confuse and capture the victims. Once captured the son would then proceed to kill them. Most of the victims probably didn't even try to escape because they were convinced they couldn't move, all they could do was wait till Richards decided it was their time to be added to his collection permanently.

Sam could hear his brother and tried to move but the control they held over him was strong and as much as he tried to fight it he couldn't.

Richards pulled the IV bag over to Sam's table.

"Soon you'll be mine forever." He struck the IV needle into a vein in Sam's arm and taped it in place.

TBC