Chapter 3

John looked at Jack and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him to his feet. He was also getting angry. Jack raised his hands in front of him when he looked in John's eyes. "When were you going to tell us," he said in a low voice.

"It just happened John. Just now. While you and Dean were out getting the groceries. I'm not keeping anything from you, I swear. I told Tony to go get you, but you had already came back." Jack waited. John nodded and let him go.

"OK. I'm sorry," said John. "I'm just a little nervous about my boy's. I've never met Alanya, but from what Dean's told me, he's bad news."

"He is," said Dean. "He makes the soul collector look like a walk in the park. What else did Alanya say?"

"I don't know. I don't remember," said Jack beginning to rub his own head.

"You ok," asked Bryan and Jack nodded but he looked tired and out of it to him. "Why don't you try to get some rest?"

"I will, but first I want to check everybody out first," he replied walking over to Tony. "How's the hand?" Tony held it out for Jack to see and moved his fingers. "OK, almost like new." said Tony. Jack nodded. He looked at Tony and grinned, then took a deep breath and turned to Bryan.

"Hold up your shirt Bryan," said Jack.

Bryan frowned. "For what?" Jack shook his head. "I want to check your ribs." said Jack.

"My ribs are fine," said Bryan. "I don't need you to check them." He backed up. Tony, Dean and Sam just grinned.

"He's a bad patient," Sam told his dad.

"Always has been. He don't like doctors," said Tony.

"I see," said John and began to grin himself as Jack backed Bryan against the sink.

"LIft up your shirt Bryan. I want to make sure they're healing ok," said Jack.

"I'm fine Jack. It's been two months."

"I know that, but it takes ribs longer to heal. I need to see." said Jack.

"No,' said Bryan. "Would you stop that," he said as Jack attempted to raise his shirt up himself.

"Bryan do what the man says. You know he's not going to get any rest until he checks you," says Tony.

Bryan took a deep breathe. "Fine," he said exasperated. "Why the hell couldn't you have become a cop instead of a damn doctor." Jack raised his eyebrows and reluctantly Bryan lifted his shirt. Jack felt around and decided they were healing up nicely, even though he still winced when Jack pressed on them. The bruise had almost completely faded. Jack nodded.

"Satisfied," asked Bryan, lowering his shirt.

"Yeah I am," said Jack. He checked Sam and Dean and decided to lay down for awhile himself. He didn't see Sam grab his head. Nobody did.

"Rest Jack," said Bryan and Jack closed his eyes. Everybody went outside to the peir on the lake to let him sleep.

"Hello again Jack," said Alanya. Jack's eyes shot opened, and he was back inside the dark place pinned to the wall, with Alanya standing in front of him.

"What the hell do you want," said Jack, struggling to get away. Alanya walked over to him and grabbed him around the throat squeezing.

"BE STILL!" he said and squeezed harder. Jack went still and began gasping to breathe. He felt like Alanya was going to crush his windpipe, so he didn't move. Alanya eased up on the pressure a little so Jack could talk.

"It wasn't a dream Jack," said Alanya. "It happened. You were here and so was Sam. He starting to rub his head again, isn't he? He's starting to get the headaches. The images will begin again, and they'll be worser than ever before. So will the pain Jack and he won't be able to rest. When he's exhausted again, he'll do what I say."

"Leave him alone, Alanya," said Jack. "He can't go through anything like that right now."

"Yes, I know." said Alanya. "It's going to be fun to watch and as for you, I'm just going to possess you!" Alanya's eyes began to glow and he bore into Jack's head with them. Jack cried out in agony and gasped when the soul collector joined them.

"My turn," said the collector. Alanya grinned and let go. "Enjoy little brother. Make it count. When he wakes up next time I'll be there with him. Inside him and then the fun will begin all over again. You won't get away this time Jack. They'll all die. That's a promise, but only after I'm through torturing them. With me and my brother, none of you will stand a chance. You won't know what hit you." Alanya laughed as the collector walked over.

"I have a good idea," said the collector. "I can make him stay here for awhile. Want to take turns? That way when we've finished with him he won't be able to escape."

"Sounds good to me," said Alanya. "Not to long though. We don't want the others to get suspicious, not yet. Oh and Jack, my brother the soul collector has a name. You can call him Lothos. Let's play shall we?"