Sorry everyone. I was sick over the weekend with a migraine but here is the update. If you all want me to combine some of the chapters to make them longer let me know. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 4

"Sam." said Dean. "Answer me. Don't do this. What's wrong?" Sam looked at his brother.

"Do you know what we're dealing with?" he asked. Dean shook his head and said, "No, what?"

"A soul collector."

"You're joking." said Dean. Sam shook his head.

"They haven't been around for generations." said Dean.

"Well, thanks to Victor, there's one here now, and he's a mean one!" answered Sam. "They're going to turn this town into soulless zombies Dean, we've got to help them."

"Did Victor or the soul collector do that to you?" asked Dean nodding toward Sam's chest. Sam looked down then back to his brother. "The soul collector." he said.

"Shit!" answered Dean nervously.

"He didn't take much." said Sam again, but he was already beginning to feel light headed as Victor came back into the room. "Now where were we?" he asked. "Oh yes, we were talking about your one weakness wasn't we?"

"So you're possessed by a soul collector huh," said Dean sarcastically. "What's the matter? Don't you have enough soul without taking somebody elses?

Victor smiled. "I just thought you'd like to watch as my Master drains a little more from your brother. It's always more fun with an audience, don't you think," and with that the soul collector took over Victor again and walked over to Sam. Using the same knife he had earlier he made another cut, on his arm, a little deeper, drawing more blood this time!

"Sam!" yelled Dean as the soul collector clamped down on his arm and drank. Sam closed his eyes against the pain, but the spirit only drank a little and then placed his hand on Sam's face again. Sam screamed as he felt his soul, his mind, being pulled from his body! Sam gasped. It was the strangest feeling he'd ever experienced. He couldn't concentrate. He couldn't think, as he lost a part of what he was.

"Sammy!" yelled Dean and began to struggle against the chains. The soul collector stopped and Sam went limp. Victor walked over to Dean and leaned down to him. "Don't be a smart ass Dean, or you will be sorry. Understand!"

Dean eyed his brother who wasn't moving. "Answer me Dean! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" said Victor.

"Yes!" said Dean. "I understand!" Victor left after instructing the men to keep an eye on them and after promising that he'd be back.

"Sam!" said Dean. "Wake up. Are you ok!" Slowly Sam opened his eyes and focused on his brother. "Hey," said Dean, "talk to me. Are you ok!" Sam didn't say anything but he nodded and Dean let out a breath, thankful that for now, he was ok. He knew though, that if this kept on, the collector would turn Sam into a zombie. Sam wouldn't be able to fight anymore. He had to get him out of here. He was already acting funny and if he kept feeding on him, Sam would be destroyed. He looked at the six men standing around, and wondered how in the world he would get away from them, even if he was to get out of the chains.

"Hang on Sam." said Dean, but three of the men came over to him. "What are you thinking?" they asked him. He decided not to be a smart aleck right now, his brothers life depended on it. "Nothing," he said, "I'm just watching my brother."

"Why don't we have some fun with this one," the three said among themselves. They grinned as they unchained Dean and led him over to a table.

"Lay down!" they said.

"What are you doing?" asked Dean, as he continued to watch Sam.

"Do it Dean, lay down!" They shoved him down and strapped his hands above his head and his feet to the bottom of the bed. There were pully's that controlled both his hands and his feet and as they cranked it, Dean's hands and feet were pulled in opposite directions, stretching him to the point of pain. "You know," said one of the men, "they used this device back in the middle ages to pull their victims apart." Dean raised his head then dropped it again, as he listened to the details the man insisted on sharing. "They said you can literally snap someone in half with this." The men cranked it again and Dean gritted his teeth against the pain, as they left it at that point. "Does it hurt?" asked another one of the guys. Dean was beginning to breath hard, but refused to say a word.

"That won't do Dean!" he said and cranked it again. Dean couldn't stand it anymore and a cry of pain escaped his lips! Just for good measure they cranked once more. Dean cried out more! "Stop!" he said, "please!" They left him at that point and leaned down to him. "Don't go anywhere," they said laughing, and went back to sit down. Dean couldn't move. He was hurting so bad, and if he tried, it would be worse. He kept an eye on Sam, who was no longer conscious. "Sam." said Dean, but got no answer. He had to get his brother out of there before it was to late, but right now, he had no idea how.