I have read a story called THE COLLECTOR from AlElizabeth it's an awesome story, my story is inspired by it. My story starts where hers ends. I have asked her if I can write this story and she gave me her blessing, this chapter will have some familiar scenes from her last chapter. Only a few paragraphs will be like a few from hers, after that the story will take a whole new turn.

Story summary-This story takes place after Blade Runner and The King of the Damned. Dean makes a trade with Cuthbert Sinclair for the First Blade, in exchange for Sam to be added to his collections. After getting Sam back Dean don't see the wrong he did for killing Abaddon, him and Sam gets into a fight that leaves on Winchester alone and in trouble. Will Dean get his head in the game to see the wrong he did, or will Sam pay the ultimate price for his actions.

Driving away from Sinclair's hidden mansion, Dean was lost in his thoughts. He had promised Sam that he would be coming back for him, after he took care of the Knight of Hell, and he had. He had wanted to keep his Sam safe from her clutches, knowing that she would use his brother as a bargaining chip. When Sinclair said he would exchange the blade for Sam, Dean took the offer without a second thought. Reassuring Sam that he would come back for him after killing Abaddon, he knew that his brother was upset with him he had to do what he had to. Keeping his brother out of the line of fire.

Thinking back to the fight with the so-called Queen of Hell, he could still feel the burn on his arm and the power that was still surging through him. He had never felt so much power before and wondered if that was how Sam felt, after he drank Ruby's blood to kill Lilith and release Lucifer from his cage. Not that he really wanted to think back to that time, when both he and Sam were at their lowest point with each other.

For a moment Dean had thought that Abaddon was going to kill him and Crowley, 'that wouldn't be so bad with the King of Hell gone' he told himself as she threw him into the wall so that he lost grip on the Blade. Glaring at Abaddon, Dean concentrated on getting the Blade back, feeling the burn on his arm, he looked down and saw the mark was glowing. Feeling so much hatred for the red-haired demon fueled his desire to get the blade back into his hand. Focusing all his thoughts on that one task, Dean saw the blade begin to wiggle from where it sat on the floor, just before it flew back into his hand. With the power surging through him he broke free from Abaddon's power, slowly moving towards her until the Blade went deep into her chest. After stabbing her he glanced up to see Crowley sitting in the chair; it was so tempting to go and kill him right there while he was defenseless. The bullet in his shoulder had a Devil's Trap engraved on it, so Crowley couldn't do anything but sit there and watch. Standing up from the dead body on the floor Dean advanced on the demon, still feeling the craving for blood. What stopped him from stabbing Crowley as he had Abaddon was the fact that someone was missing at the moment. Knowing that he had to get his Sammy back was more important then Crowley. Getting the bullet out of the demon, he roughly lifted the demon off the chair, shoving him to the Impala they race back to Sinclair's.

Glancing to his right, Dean saw that Sam hadn't moved since they left the mansion, his head was propped against the window as he looked out into the night sky. Dean could tell that his brother wasn't sleeping by his breathing, every so often a shiver coursed through him. His arms were wrapped around his middle like he was keeping himself warm, he breathing was quick and sharp, shoulders tense. All signs of a brother in shock from some bad experience, besides being in the cell he found him in, Dean wondered what had Sinclair done to his brother. That thought didn't stay in his mind long though since he was still on the power surge, he had to let Sam know what happened with Abaddon and it excited him.

"Sammy, you should have been there when I killed that bitch, feeling the blade go through her chest, the blood on my hands, I couldn't stop. It felt like that I was high or something I, was so strong and powerful that she was three feet off the ground. When her body dropped to the floor, I couldn't stop myself from stabbing her over and over again. By the time I was done there was blood all over me, the floor, furniture and the bitch."

"When I looked up I saw Crowley sitting in the chair with his eyes wide, he looked somewhat scared of me. I wanted to go right over there and killed the bastard too, for all the crap he put us through over the years. Then when I looked over I didn't see you anywhere around, that's when I realized I still had to come and get you. All that power, strength and adrenalin I felt during the fight started to wear off, leaving me breathless and weak like I was before all of this happened." Dean sounded disappointed that his power-trip had ended, something that didn't go unnoticed by Sam.

Hearing his brother talked about the fight with Abaddon, Sam didn't really care how Dean felt. Sam was furious at Dean for selling him to the magician for the First Blade, which was obviously more important to Dean then he was. When he heard the disappointment in his brother's voice, is really pissed Sam off, it was like he was blaming him for losing his so-called power. Glancing over his shoulder he saw it in his brother's face too, he could feel his chest tighten from the hurt he felt that turned to anger.

"I'm sorry the thought of me ended the adrenaline-junky high you were on, I can see how disappointed you are from losing your little high."

Looking over at his brother Dean saw anger and hurt in Sam's eyes and he couldn't understand why his sibling would feel like that. He had rescued Sam as he'd said he would.

"I didn't say that Sam that I was disappointed about anything, so where are you getting that from?"

"You didn't have to say it, Dean, I heard it in your voice just now... you know what, just forget it."

With that Sam turned back towards the window, shutting his brother out.

"So what Sam, I get no thank you for rescuing you, fine whatever."

The rest of the drive to the Bunker was in silence, both brothers lost in their own thoughts. Dean could feel the anger in him start to lean towards Sam but he said nothing. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turned white; Dean really wanted to hit something or someone that would have to wait.

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Feeling a hand on his shoulder shaking him from his sleep. Sam blinked tiredly, confused since he didn't remember falling a sleep on the way back. Glaring over at his brother, he opened the car door and slammed it shut. Sam could hear his brother trying to say something to him but he ignored Dean and walked into the Bunker.

Pulling the Impala into the driveway and coming to a stop Dean put the car in park, glancing over at his brother who was now a sleep. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Dean gently shook Sam awake, seeing the glare coming from his eyes set Dean on alert. He knew from experience that they would be having some words with each other; they will have their fighting words get everything out and then be brothers again. Instead Sam yanked the door open, slammed it shut hard, and stalked over to the door of the Bunker. Not once checking to see if Dean was following him.

Getting out of the car Dean yelled at Sam to get his attention, only what he got was silence and a hard slam of the door.

"Hey," Dean opened the door, watching Sam walking down the steps.

"WHAT DEAN?!" Sam yelled as he got to the bottom.

"What is wrong with you?" Dean asked with confusion in his voice and eyes.

"You really need to ask what is wrong, Dean? Really?"

"You sold me to a psycho magician for the First Blade, that is what's wrong Dean."

"Come off of it Sam! I said that I would be back for you after I killed Abaddon and I did. So why are you so upset?"

"Don't you get it at all, Dean, what you did? It's like that First Blade is more important to you then I am."

"I was protecting you from Abaddon using you as a bargaining chip, keeping you from getting killed by her! What was so wrong with that, tell me?"

Dean's fists were clutch at his side as he stormed down the stairs and leaned close to Sam's face.

"You should be thanking me for getting rid of that bitch once and for all but instead you are being an ungrateful bastard. I did what I had to, like I always do to protecting you; keep you safe from harm making sure you are still by my side. What was I suppose to do? Sinclair wouldn't give me the blade."

"Anything else beside selling me to that sick bastard as a prize, you could have killed him then we both walked out of there. But NO! You just had to think of your needs and what you did, just as long as you did your good deed for the day. I was an afterthought after you did your hero duties, were you even going to come back for me? Or were you going to ride off in the sunset with Crowley as your new partner?"

"I could have killed him, Sam but I had to make sure you were safe, with him being there to keep an eye on you I didn't have to worry. I came back for you just like I said I was after I killed the bitch, and why would I want Crowley as a partner I have you."

"There is something really wrong with you Dean, really wrong with you, the Dean I know wouldn't have sold me for a weapon. He would have taken me with him to watch his back, to be there for him fighting side by side. This person in front of me I don't even know anymore, are you even my brother in there? Ever since you got the Mark of Cain you have been changing a lot, and it's not for the better. Dean, you've been more moody then usual. You are a stranger to me...I don't know...never mind, I'm done."

With that Sam walked past Dean towards the hallway leading to his room, hearing his brother calling after him. Walking to his door he pulled it open grabbing his bag placing it on the bed, he grabbed what clothes he had, shoving them inside. Zipping the bag closed, he heard Dean walking into his room.

"Sammy, talk to me..." Dean took him a second before what Sam had said only moments earlier, sunk in. "What do you mean you're done, Sam? Sammy?"

Stepping inside his brother's room, Dean saw him packing his bag to leave, he knew he should be more worried about Sam but he didn't feel it. Grabbing his brother's arm as he walked by turning him around, he had to make him talk too him.

"Sam where are you going? Would you just stop for a moment? Hold on, Sammy talk to me."

Yanking his arm out of Dean's grasp Sam turned to his brother.

"I can't stay here Dean, I have to get away from you, since you don't know what you did wrong. My brother would have never sold me for anything in this world, you did. Now how am I suppose too trust you? How long have you left me with Sinclair, a few days, weeks or months? I don't even know." Hearing a faint 'week and a half' Sam knew he had to leave.

Whirling around Sam stormed down the hallway, up the stairs, and out the door. He didn't look back not once as he walked away from his brother, he was telling the truth when he said he can't trust him anymore. Dean had lied to Sam too many time to let this one slip by, he needed some time to think on what he was going to do. Walking up to the Impala Sam suddenly felt light-headed and his knees felt weak, bracing himself on the hood he took a deep breath. Having not eaten or slept for who know how long, he was feeling weak and exhausted with fatigue but, shaking his head he step away from the car. Knowing that Dean wouldn't be too far behind he needed to get moving, there's no way in hell he'll let his brother talk him out of this. Feeling the need to sit, which he almost did until everything came back too him, the anger gave him the motive he needed to keep going.

Walking up to the street Sam saw a bus stop to his right, heading towards the stop he heard the bus not to far away. Turning around he saw the bus coming down the street slowing down to his stop, waiting for the doors to open and the riders too get on before him. As he was about to step inside he heard his brother calling him, looking over his shoulder he saw Dean getting out of the Impala. With one last look Sam got on the bus.

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Dean stood in front of Sam's door as his brother walked away from him, he knew he should be more concern about his brother. There was something inside of him making him not though, feeling the burned on his arm he wonder if that was what was causing all this trouble. He had to keep Sam at the mansion to keep him safe from Abaddon, if anything happen to his brother he would be lost without him. His whole life was about protecting Sam from any kind of danger, even if that means putting himself into danger like he just did. He was looking out for Sam's best interest, keeping him safe and with him, but now he wasn't with him he's gone off on his own. He had to stop Sam from leaving, him to keep him close by, running to the steps he took two at a time as he rushed up. Opening the door he expexted Sam to be sitting in the Impala, or at least on top of the hood or trunk, or on the ground next to it. Sam was nowhere to be found.

Getting into the car, Dean backed up out of the driveway to the street, pulling the car into a parking lot so he could turn around. As he pulled to the street he saw Sam waiting to get on a bus, feeling his heart slammed into his chest he yelled for him. Seeing Sam looking at him his heart sank as his brother stepped on the bus, he needed to get his brother back.

As he was about to pull the car out into the street to reach the bus, a delivery truck pulled right in front of him. Cursing at the driver, Dean waited for the truck to move forward allowing him to pull out, all the time keeping an eye out for the bus carrying his brother. As he was about to move over into the other lane, another delivery truck preventing him too do so, which angered him.

"Son of a Bitch, does this have to happen now? I need to get to Sam and these two jackasses had to get in my way; thank God he's turning; can you go faster please? Great now there's two buses which one will Sammy be on, I'm an idjit, I should have look at the number on the back."

Not sure on where the buses were going and when they would stop, Dean had to make a choice, pulling ahead of one of the buses he pulled into a back street. Getting out of the car he walked up to the bus stop, thank goodness the bus had to stop at another one before this one. Waiting for the bus to stop for him, Dean leaned inside the doors and told the driver that he was looking for his brother. Stepping inside he didn't see a tall young man with a mop of brown hair. Turning to the driver, he asked where the other bus went.

"Where does the other bus turned off, I need to find my brother, he forgot his medicine."

"Both buses go to the station on Main Street, from there we take different routes, the 18 goes down Starky to Main, and I go down to Keen then to Main Street. You just missed the 18, it turned down Starky just as you pulled into the alley."

"Can you tell me how to get to Main Street from here?"

"The alley you are parked in goes right down to Main Street, there's no side roads to cross since it's for trucks."

When you get to Main Street take a right the next stop light, that will be Starky, cross over and there's parking for cars to your left. With traffic heavy you should be able to make it before the 18 shows up, hope you find your brother."

"Thanks, I hope I find him too."

Dean followed the directions and sure enough he made it ten minutes before the bus arrived, waiting for the passengers to get off he kept a close eye out for his brother. When everyone was off and without seeing Sam, he walked up to the driver.

"Excuse me, you had a passenger get on your bus on Seminole Boulevard. He was tall, longish brown hair, blue-green eyes; he was wearing a brown jacket and blue jeans. I know you get a lot of people getting on and off your bus..."

Before he could finish the older lady driver remember Sam.

"Yes, I remember the young man his eyes melt my heart."

"Yeah, that sounds like Sammy alright, do you know where he got off?"

"I'm not really sure, he stepped to the back of the bus. I've made ten stops between there and here. So I don't really know when he got off, sorry sir."

"That's okay I'll just have to keep looking for him, there are hotels down the road right?" Seeing her shaking her head, he thanked her and walked back to the Impala.

By the time Dean returned to the Bunker he was hot, tired and pissed as hell. He had checked every motel he came across and no one had seen Sam. The anger he was feeling before came back with a vengeance towards Sam, he was so sick of Sam's selfish emo ways. If his brother wanted to leave then so be it. He can go, be by himself and see how far that will get him. Drinking the whiskey on the table two hours later Dean was drunk, fueled with the liquor and anger he cursed his brother out.

"Fuck you Sam, I did what I had to as a big brother, you don't like it then stay the hell away." Drinking some more his words started to slur. "Who-needs-you-hope-you-die." He raised his bottle to Sam's open door, taking another drink he walked to the bed as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out.

Dean should have been more careful on what he said about Sam, his words would come back and haunt him.

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The bus ride was making Sam sleepy; it was hard to keep his eyes open any longer. Looking out of the window he saw some hotel across the street. Pulling the string to let the driver know he needed the stop, he left the vehicle through back door and walked up to the cross walk. Crossing the street he walked inside the second hotel he came to, asking for a room and a place to eat, he headed towards his room. The only thing he wanted to do was just to lie down and sleep, his stomach was growling and hurt from hunger pains. Walking to the diner right next to the hotel he ordered take-out, getting back to his room he sat at the table and ate. Taking a shower, drying himself off, putting on his sweets and t-shirt, Sam walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. Before his head hit the pillow he was out like a light, his sleep wasn't a peaceful one since what Sinclair had him remember, having been tortured by Lucifer in Hell.

In a warehouse in California there's a group of Abaddon's minions who want revenge on Dean, knowing who is his weak spot they will hunt his brother down. They will teach Dean Winchester a lesson for killing their Queen, they will take it out on his brother, Sam Winchester.