Sorry everyone. I don't know what happened. Here is the real chapter 20 and thanks for letting me know.

Chapter 20

Sam woke up. He was in a different place. He looked around. It didn't look like a regular hospital. He was lying on a bed in a large room, with all kinds of instruments around. A light showed overhead. He no longer had the IV fluids running, but he still had the catheter in his arm.

He tried moving, and discovered his arms were strapped down. His vision was blurry and his body was screaming in pain. That sedative he got really packed a punch, he thought.

He heard a movement across the hall and turned his head in that direction, trying to focus. The doctor walked up to Sam's bed. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Great. Just great." Sam said. "Where am I? I thought you were moving me to the psychiatric unit?"

"I changed my mind. You're in an old psychiatric hospital that has long been deserted. I got to thinking that there were too many nosy people at the hospital, so I brought you here." said the doctor.

Sam shook his head. "They know I was there. They'll look for me."

"Nobody's going to look for you, Sam. You left the hospital AMA. I tried to stop you, but you wouldn't listen. You signed yourself out. It was all legal like. No one has any reason to look for you. It's just you and Dean and he's not going anywhere," said the doctor.

"You son of a bitch," said Sam. "Is he hurt?"

"Yes, he is." said the doctor.

"What did you do to him!" yelled Sam.

"You should be more concerned with what I'm going to do to you," said the doctor. "What the hell did you tell those cops yesterday?" He grabbed Sam around the neck.

"Nothing!" said Sam. "I told you I didn't tell them anything. Please! Is Dean okay?"

"Even if you didn't tell them anything, you were about to! I saw it on you face when I came back in the room. I told you what I was going to do to you if you said anything. Don't lie to me! You think I'm playing with you?" the doctor yelled, shaking him a little.

"I swear, I didn't say anything!" Sam tried to yell back, but the doctor wasn't listening.

"I'm going to kill you, Sam! Understand? In my time, and in my way, I am going to kill you. Then I'm going to kill Dean! It may be tomorrow, it may be next week, but it is going to happen!" the doctor shouted, finally releasing him.

"Please!" Sam pleaded. "I didn't say anything!" but the doctor slapped him hard in the face. His lip started to bleed.

Two of the men from the house showed up about that time. "We got here as soon as we could sir," they said.

"You keep an eye on him," said the doctor. "I'm going to go have a little talk with Dean."

"No!" Sam yelled past the soreness in his throat. "Leave him alone! I told you I didn't say anything, man!"

"Don't let him go!" said the doctor. "Don't leave his side. He is not to get anything to eat or drink. Is that understood?"

"Oh yeah," they said, grinning.

"I'll be back tomorrow," said the doctor. "I've taken a few days off work Sam, just so I can devote all my time to you and your brother."
"Wait! Please!" yelled Sam. "I didn't say anything!" but the doctor still wasn't listening. He left.

The two men then hit Sam hard several times until all he could do was just lay there dazed. "Oh God Dean!" thought Sam. He had no idea what was about to happen to his brother but he knew it wasn't going to be good. He frowned. His insides were burning again. He didn't know why. He thought they got all the poison. Sam was scared and in pain as he just lay there and waited.

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Four hours later, the doctor pulled up to his house. The ride over just made him angrier. How dare Sam defy him like that? He would be sorry. "Come with me!" he said to the two men who were in the house. He stormed down to the basement, shoved the bookshelves aside and unlocked the door to Dean's room.

One look told Dean that something had happened. "Oh man," he thought. "This can't be good." The doctor approached him.

"What?" asked Dean cautiously.

"Shut up!" said the doctor.

"Is Sam okay?" asked Dean carefully. He didn't like the look on the doctor's face. What had happened?

"I told you to shut your mouth!" said the doctor as he hit Dean in the face, snapping his head back.

Dean stared up at the doctor, but didn't say anything else. The doctor continued to stare down at Dean, who was beginning to get very nervous. Finally, Dean shook his head and said. "Look...," but that was as far as he got.

"Your brother must not love you very much." said the doctor through clenched teeth.

"What? Why?" asked Dean and flinched when the doctor raised his hand. "He was going to talk to the cops, but I stopped him in time. Good thing for you I did. He's no longer in the hospital, Dean. He's been moved."

"Where?" Dean asked, worried.

"None of your business," said the doctor. "I'm not telling you, but know this. It's not a good place. Bring him!" said the doctor and walked out. The men unstrapped Dean and dragged him out into the basement where they chained his hands behind a pole.

"You see all this stuff?" asked the doctor, motioning towards all the weapons lying on the table.

"Yeah," said Dean nervously.

"The place where I have Sam has a whole lot of this type stuff and I plan on using every one of them on him. He won't die yet, but he'll come real close," said the doctor.

"No!" Dean yelled. "Leave him alone! You said you'd let him go. You have me, man! I'm the one you want!"

"Yeah and you're a pain in the ass too." said the doctor. "Are you thirsty, Dean?"

"Yes," said Dean. "I am."

"Good. Nothing to eat or drink." the doctor said to the two men and left.

"Wait!" yelled Dean.

"Shut up!" said one of the men. He turned to the other one. "Let's make him hurt."

"Sounds good to me." said the second man.

"Listen!" said Dean.

"I told you to shut your mouth, man!" said the first guy as he got the drill again.

Dean looked at it and shut his mouth. He knew they would use it on him if he didn't. He thought about Sam and the realization hit him full force. He'd been grabbed again. He didn't know where his brother was, or even if he was okay. They should have never separated. "I'm sorry Sammy," thought Dean and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again the first man had the drill very close to Dean's face. He tried to pull back, but the man turned the drill on, moving it even closer. Dean went still. He didn't as much as blink. "You never did tell me where you wanted that hole, Dean."

"Wait, wait." said Dean softly. "Don't."

"Pick, Dean, or I will!" he said.

"Please," said Dean, as he held his breath.

"PICK THE PLACE FOR THE DAMN HOLE DEAN, OR I'M WARNING YOU. I WILL!"

Dean didn't say anything. The man moved it even closer until he felt the wind from it.

"YOU HAVE 30 SECONDS TO DECIDE, OR I'M GOING TO DECIDE FOR YOU! WHERE DO YOU WANT ME TO DRILL?" the man shouted.

"Oh God!" Dean yelled in fear. "No!"

"10 SECONDS! WHERE, DEAN!" the man said.

"All right, all right, my hand. My right hand." Dean said in defeat.

The man grinned as he went around the back of the pole where Dean's hands were chained. Dean closed his eyes against the pain he knew was coming. The man placed the drill against Dean's right hand and drilled a hole. Dean screamed in agony as the drill bit into his flesh. Tears sprang to his eyes and he began breathing very hard. When the hole was complete, the man withdrew the drill. Dean's hand was bleeding profusely.

The man walked back around to the front and got in Dean's face. "Want another one?" he asked, holding the drill.

"NO! PLEASE!" Dean cried out.

"Next time I tell you to shut up, you shut up. Understand!" Dean didn't say anything. The man turned the drill back on. "ANSWER ME!"

"Yes, I understand!" said Dean and he passed out from the pain.