Sorry the update took so long but here is the next chapter. This one is about over so be watching for the continuation of this story in Thunder Rolls, coming soon.

Chapter 38

"SAM!!!" yelled Dean checking again for a pulse. He got nothing and it terrified him. "NO!" He looked at his dad. "He's not breathing! He don't have a pulse!"

"What!" yelled John and felt for himself. He didn't feel one either. "No," he said and looked over to where Michael still dangled from the ceiling. John's eyes were full of rage. "If my son dies, you die!" he yelled and turned his attention back to Sam. "Come on Sammy. Don't you die on me!" yelled John but he was already dead.

Bryan jumped up, forgetting his own pain and ran over. Sam's body lay still, his life force gone. "SAM!!!" he yelled.

"SAMMY!!!" yelled Dean. Don't you die! You hear me!!" Bryan pushed Dean out of the way. He felt for a pulse again and didn't get one. Sam wasn't breathing either. Bryan tilted his head back, and pinched his nose.

"What are you doing?" yelled Dean, trying to grab Bryan and get him away from his brother. He was freaking out. John grabbed his son. "Dean stop. He's giving him CPR." Dean watched as Bryan breathed into his mouth, delivering air to his lungs. He felt for a pulse again, but still didn't get one. "NO!" he yelled. He couldn't do chest compressions, not with his broken ribs.

"Come here Dean," he said. Dean rushed over. Bryan grabbed him by the shoulders. "Listen to me. I need you to stay focused. I'm going to need your help, ok? I want you to stay calm and do exactly what I say, understand?" Dean nodded. Bryan grabbed Dean's hands and put one on top of the other. He placed them over Sam's heart.

"Give him 5 compressions. Press down hard. After each 5th, I'll breathe into his mouth. Understand?" Dean nodded and began. They gave him CPR for about 15 minutes and Bryan was beginning to think that it wasn't going to work. "COME ON SAM!!" yelled Bryan. "BREATHE!"

"SAM Please," yelled Dean. "You can do it."

"BREATHE SAMMY!" yelled John. "Come on son." Finally Sam coughed and sputtered and began to breathe.

"SAM," said Dean.

"Stop Dean. Don't press any more." Dean stopped the chest compressions and looked at his brother. He was deathly pale, but he was alive. Sam opened his eyes. "He's going to be ok," said Bryan. He grabbed his side, winced at the pain, and fell. He was breathing hard.

John caught him. "Bryan," he said, and helped him back over to the cot. "Come on." Bryan laid down, exhausted, sweating and in major pain. He passed out, and John put his hand on his head. Dean turned Sam over on his side in case he got sick and John went to Michael and grabbed him by the hair of the head.

"You better thank God that's he's alive you son of a bitch, or you wouldn't be!" said John and let him go. Michael looked in John's eyes and was afraid again. He didn't like the way he was looking at him.

John walked back over to Sam, who had went unconscious again. He touched his head and felt for a pulse. He got a strong one and let out a breathe. John didn't know how he knew, but he knew that Sam wouldn't have any more jerking fits, or at least he hoped he didn't. He knew his son would be ok now. He just had to sleep it off. When they were able to, they would go get Tony and Jack away from those people and finish this. "I"m going outside for a minute, Dean." said John. "I'll be back. John went outside. Dean walked over to his brother.

"Sam," he said, touching his brothers head. Sam moaned and opened his eyes. He looked up at his brother and relief flooded him. Dean could see it.

"What is it," asked Dean. He touched Sam again, but he flinched and then he just stared.

"Sam, talk to me." said Dean. What now, , he thought.

"What's the matter?" He was going to touch him again but he shrank back. This scared Dean.

"Sam I'm not going to hurt you. You're my brother man. Why are you so afraid of me. I know you died, but what happened."

Sam shook his head. "Alanya," said Sam weakly.

"WHAT!" said Dean, looking at his brother in shock.

"Dean, when I died, I woke up somewhere else. It was dark. Alanya was there." Sam was finally able to move a little and he rubbed his head trying to stop the headache that was beginning to form.

"What did he say?" asked Dean, in anger. Just the thought of that name, put fear in him, but he wouldn't tell Sam that.

"He said that the Collector was his brother and that he was preparing to bring him back. He said when he did, we'd all better watch out." He looked up at his brother, "He's going to come back Dean. They're going to bring him back."

"Oh God," said Dean and looked at Bryan, then back at Sam, who was still rubbing his head. "What's wrong with your head Sam?"

"Alanya put me back in that cell. It's not bars anymore. It's a solid wall of light. It's electrically charged. Dean," he said looking Dean right in the eyes. "He made the images come back."

"NO," said Dean. "Don't tell me that." Dean grabbed his brothers shoulders and Sam immediately moved back. Dean sighed and dropped his hands. "Are you ok," he asked.

"No," said Sam. "I have a headache."

"Shit," said Dean looking heavenward. He was suddenly very nervous, all over again.

Sam jumped straight up from the bed. He was pouring wet with sweat. "NO," he said. "NO!!" John and Dean jumped up and walked over to Sam. They thought he was going to have another jerking fit there for a minute.

"SAM!" yelled Dean running over, and touching his brother. "What is it? What's the matter?" He recognized that Sam was having a vision.

"What is it," asked John, afraid for his youngest son.

"Wait," said Dean and just supported Sam until he was able to tell him what it was about.

"What's wrong with him," said John.

"Hold on a minute," said Dean as Sam finally came out of it and looked at Dean. "What?" he asked his brother. "What did you see?"

"They're going to move Tony and Jack," said Sam.

"What," asked Dean in disbelief.

"They're leaving the house. They're going to take them somewhere else. We have to get them now Dean or will never find them."

Meanwhile back at the house, Victor came into the cell where Tony and Jack were being held. He jerked Jack's blindfold off and he blinked trying to adjust his eyes to the light.

Tony was finally able to move again, after the drug, and Victor had decided not to give him anymore of it, at least not enough that he would go through the muscle spasms. He didn't want Tony to die. He had plenty of things he wanted to do to him before he killed him.

Both Tony and Jack were afraid because Victor seemed restless and more agitated than he had before. Neither one of them thought that was a good sign.

"I'll be back boys. Don't go anywhere," said Victor and left the cell. Tony looked at Jack trying to figure out just how much damage had been done to him while he was in that isolation chamber. He had not had a chance to check on his friend since he had gotten him out of there. Jack's eye's were almost vacant and he looked like he was still in a lot of pain. He kept shaking his head and trying to focus.

"Hold on Jack," said Tony. "You're going to be ok." Jack looked at this person tied up in front of him and was trying to figure out who he was. Anger filled him and he concentrated. The cuffs fell off his hands, and feet.

"Jack," said Tony, but wasn't to crazy about the look that he had in his eyes. He looked like he was in a daze, but that wasn't all. He didn't know if the look was for him or because he was angry at Victor. The only thing that Tony knew for sure was that Jack was angry.

"Hey Jack," said Tony. "Hurry up and get these cuffs off me." His suspisions were confirmed, though, when Jack walked over to Tony and placed a knife against his throat."

"Shit," said Tony, looking into Jack's eyes. "What's wrong with you?" Tony said the words softly because he didn't want to spook him. "It's me. It's Tony." Jack jerked awake and looked at his friend.

"What did he do to you Jack," asked Tony, not moving, because even though it appeared that he recognized him, he wasn't making any move to lower the knife.

"Jack!" he said a little louder. Jack backed up. "I'm sorry," he said and placed the knife back on the table. Victor walked in just as Jack was replacing the knife.

"Oh no you don't," he said, and pulled a gun, backing Jack into a wall. "You must be getting better. Now we can't have that can we." Victor pulled him away from the wall. "Sit down," he said and shoved him back into the chair. "Don't do that again, or you'll be very sorry Jack," said Victor as he cuffed Jack back down. Tony continued to look at Jack. Something wasn't right, he thought. Jack looked like he knew him but didn't act like he did. He looked like he was still in a daze.

"Jack, come on man," said Tony. "They'll get us out of here. Just hang on, ok?" Jack didn't answe

"Don't count on it," said Victor. "By the time they get here, we'll be gone."

"What are you talking about," said Tony.

"We're leaving Tony and you're both coming with us," said Victor.

"What," asked Tony. "What do you mean? Where are we going?" Tony was suddenly very afraid, but Jack just continued to stare.

"We're leaving this town and finding another one. You two are going to be food for the master since I know longer have Sam. My master hasn't fed in 24 hours and he's getting weak."

"What did you do to Jack," asked Tony ignoring the statement about them being food.

"Nothing compared to what I'm going to do," said Victor, walking over to Jack. He slapped him hard across the face and Jack snapped out of the daze and looked at Victor.

"You bastard," he said. Victor hit him again.

"You're first Jack. My master will be using you both for food for days. We're going to start now." The collector took over and uncovered a table full of weapons. Jack stared in shock at all the things that were there.

"Please, don't," said Jack, but the collector just lauged and said, "This is going to hurt."

Sam sat up in the bed. He was happy he could finally move again but scared for his friends. Bryan was still unconscious and John, after being told that his son had visions, walked back outside. Sam and Dean sat there talking. Dean was worried about Sam because he was beginnig to rub his temples a lot.

"Are you ok," asked Dean.

"Yeah, I think so," said Sam but he was worried to.

"You need to try to sleep," said Dean and Sam shook his head. "I can't."

"Sam you don't know if that will happen again," said Dean. "You need to get some rest. We're going to need your help when we go get Tony and Jack.

"We're going to have to get them soon Dean, or we won't find them."

"I know, that's why you've got to try to rest now," said Dean.

"No," said Sam.

"Try Sam," said Dean. "I'm right here. I know your scared, but try."

Sam sighed and laid down on the bed. He looked at his brother and shook his head. "Dean..."

"Close your eyes," said Dean. "I'm here. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Sam nodded and Dean watched him close his eyes. He held his breathe until he was sure Sam wasn't going to wake up and attack him. It appeared like he was going to be ok, so Dean let out the breathe, and brushed the hair out of his brothers eyes. Dean jumped when Sam's eyes shot back open almost immedieately after he touched him. He looked at Dean.

"NO Sam," said Dean. "Don't do this again. Please. Do you know me," he asked and Sam nodded. "You're Dean, my brother. He climbed down off the bed and stood up. Dean backed up a little. "Sammy," he said.

Sam grinned. "It's Sam, and I think I'm ok, right now." Dean let out a breathe. "Dude, don't do that," he said. "You almost gave me a heart attack."