Is Sam dead or alive? What will Dean do? How far will he go to find out? Here's the next chapter everyone. Hope you like it. Please review.

Chapter 6

"SAM!" yelled Dean. "OH MY GOD NO! SAM!" He jumped up and pulled hard at the handcuff that had him tied to the cot. "SAMMY!" he yelled again.

"You son of a bitch! Let me out of here now!" He knew Sam had been shot, and he had no doubt that he was hurt bad. He had to get to him.

"Let me out of here!" he yelled again.

He heard the bookshelves being slid away from the door. The doctor came into the room. "How does it feel Dean?" he asked. "Are you afraid? Does it cause you pain? Good, that's what I want. That's the way I felt."

"Where the hell is my brother!" Dean said fearfully. "What did you do to him? How bad is he hurt?"

"Your brother is dead, Dean." said the doctor in a matter of fact manner. "We blew him away!'

"NO!" yelled Dean. "I want to see him!"

The doctor thought a minute and then nodded. "Ok." he said. He motioned for two of the men to come in with him as he uncuffed Dean's wrist. He pulled out a gun and pointed at him. "Let's go."

Dean's legs shook as he got slowly off the bunk and began walking toward the door. The doctor was in front of him and the two men were behind him. He walked over to the room where Sam was being held. The doctor opened the door and Dean peered inside afraid of what he would see. He stared in shock.

"Oh God, Sam!" he yelled. His brother was lying in the floor in a pool of his own blood. He wasn't moving. He was so still. Something inside Dean snapped as he took off running toward Sam. "SAMMY!" he yelled. He almost reached his brother when the two men grabbed him, dragging him back. "NO!" yelled Dean as he fought to get away, but he was weak. The concussion was causing him to see double and he was very dizzy. He was not able to fight off the two men. They shoved him back toward his own room, and then they shoved him inside. They pushed him down hard on the cot and handcuffed him back to it.

"I'll kill you! Do you hear me? I am going to kill you, man! I'm going to enjoy it!" said Dean.

The doctor walked over to the cot and looked down at Dean whose face was full of grief, anger and hatred.

"You're not going to do anything, but sit right there. How does it feel to know that your brother's dead, Dean? How does it feel to know that he's been blown away? I'm just getting started. Cody's death will be avenged!"

"I did not kill Cody! He shot me. He felt bad and decided to help me. I didn't kill him, the sheriff did!"

"It doesn't matter to me whether you pulled the trigger or not Dean. I didn't kill your brother either. My friends at the top of the stairs did! My brother's dead because of you. Now your brother's dead because of me!"

"That's not the same thing. I didn't want Cody to die, but you wanted Sam to. It's different," said Dean with tears in his eyes.

"Not in my book. In my book, it's the same," said the doctor. Dean just shook his head.

"Now, as for you," continued the doctor. "You told me that it was just you and Sam. You said that you didn't know where your father was. That's good; because that means that nobody will be looking for you. I can keep you here as long as I want. I can do anything to you that I want to do. I'm going to do a lot to you Dean. I'm going to cause you all kinds of pain. You are going to die Dean, but in my time, when I'm finished with you. You can't get away, so don't try or you'll be sorry. If your brother is not dead, then you really need to do what you're told. I want you to think about that."

"Wait. You said if Sam's not dead? You mean he may not be? Is he still alive? Please!" said Dean. "I have to know for sure!"
"No, that's part of the torture Dean, not knowing if he's dead or alive. I'll tell you this, though, if he is alive, he won't be for long." The doctor left the room and locked the door behind him. He slid the bookshelves in front of the door and went back upstairs.

Dean sat there in shock. He closed his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the picture of Sam lying in his own blood out of his mind. Dean let the tears spill over.

"Sam," he said as he wiped his eyes with his free hand. "I am so sorry. I don't believe for a second that you're dead, but I know that you're hurt very bad. Hang on Sam. Don't give up. Please don't die, man. I don't care what they say. I know you're still alive. I can feel it." Dean laid his head back against the wall as pain and dizziness almost overtook him.

The doctor walked over to the fireplace. The four men were sitting around the table. "Is he dead?"

"No, I shot him once in the leg and once in the side. He's lost a lot of blood, but he's still alive. He's not going anywhere, though."

"Good, I don't want Sam dying just yet, but it's important for Dean to believe that he's dead. I want him to know how it feels to lose a brother. I want him to suffer, not only mentally from the pain of not knowing, but also, I want him to suffer physically. We're not going to feed him for awhile. We'll give him water, but that's all, because I don't want him dead yet either. I want him hurt" he said to the four men. "I want him tortured. I want every part of his body to ache. Is that understood?" asked the doctor.

"Yes," said the men, grinning. "Understood." The doctor had released these four men from a hospital for the mentally insane, just for this very purpose. He knew that Dean was in for it. These guys didn't care.

"Good," said the doctor. "I'm also going to keep my eye on Sam. He will die, but not until I get ready for him to. They will not get away. I mean it," said the doctor.