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Chapter 5

A few hours later the soul collector came back into the place where the brothers were being held. Dean was still strapped to the table, pulled tight and in a lot of pain. He felt like his body would snap into if he moved, so he tried to keep as still as possible. Every now and then he would glance at Sam who had not moved at all since the soul collector had it's last meal. He was afraid for his brother and that fear increased as he went back over to him for the third time.

"Leave him alone, you son of a bitch!" yelled Dean. He knew what was about to happen, yelling only made him hurt worse, but he didn't care, this was his brother they were messing with. Two of the men came over to him. "Shut up!" they said and turned the crank again. Dean screamed as he was pulled even tighter. The soul collector looked back at Dean and grinned. Dean's stomach fell as the soul collector slapped Sam hard in the face "Wake up!" he said. "It's no fun when you're asleep." Sam jolted awake, looking around. His eyes got wide when he saw not Victors face, but the spirits. "I'm thirsty again Sam and you taste so good." Sam shook his head in fear and tried to shrink back, which was no use. He was chained to the ceiling, so he couldn't get very far.

The collector took the knife in his hand once again, and went to Sam's other arm, making a deep, long cut. Sam screamed as he clamped down on his arm and drank. When he finished he looked Sam in the eye. "No!" yelled Sam The collector grabbed both sides of Sam's head in his hands. He screamed again as he felt more of his soul being ripped away! "Oh God!" he cried out, panting. He felt like he'd been fried.

"Sammy!" yelled Dean. When the collector was through, he left and took the men with him. Dean strained his neck to see his brother. Sam just stood there, chained, not moving.

"Sammy, you wake up man! I mean it! Sam!" Dean yelled as panic set in. Slowly Sam's eyes focused and he looked at his brother.

"Are you ok!" said Dean very much afraid. Sam said nothing. Dean yelled again. It was all he knew to do. Fear gripped Dean's heart. "Answer me Sam! Now!"

"I feel strange Dean." he said finally. Dean let out a breath. At least he was talking.

"Ok, listen, can you get loose?" asked Dean. Sam was having trouble processing Dean's words. He couldn't think.

"What?" he asked.

"Sam, I can't move and I'm hurting. I need you to try to get out of those chains and come over here, ok." said Dean. Sam winced and looked up at his hands, then back to Dean. "That's right Sam, get out of the chains if you can." Sam looked up again and pulled for about 15 minutes, but finally was able to get himself free. He fell to the floor and started to just lay down.

"No, no Sam, don't lay down," said Dean.

"I'm tired. I just want to sleep," replied Sam.

"No Sam, come over here and let me go. Hurry up before they come back." Sam looked at his brother and he looked like he was a million miles away.

"Dean." he said, barely conscious and trying to understand what he wanted him to do.

"That's right Sam, help me. I'm hurting." When Sam didn't move Dean yelled again.

"Get your butt over here Sam, NOW!." Sam tried to get to his feet but couldn't, so he crawled over to where Dean lay. "Sam grab a hold of that crank and release those pulley's." Sam looked up and grabbed the crank, but turned it the wrong way. "Shit!" yelled Dean. "Wrong way Sam!" he said as he winced. Sam was pulling him tighter! "Turn it the other way." Sam did as he was told and released the pulley's which released the tension on Dean's body.

"One more thing Sam, ok, stay with me. I need you to undo one strap, then I can take it from there. Can you do that?" he asked his brother. Sam nodded and grabbed a hold of Dean's jacket pulling himself up. He undid one of the straps holding Dean's arm, then he fell back down to the floor, going limp.

"Sam!" said Dean as he got himself free. He knealt down by his brother. "Sam!!" he said again. He was conscious, but not moving. "Come on Sammy." said Dean very worried.

He felt Sam's head. "Dude, your burning up!" said Dean. "Can you get up?"

Sam just stared but finally shook his head. "My body feels like it weighs a ton, I can't move."

"Dean..." said Sam, but Dean knew what he was about to say.

"Forget it. Don't even start with that leave me here crap, ok. I'm not leaving you." said Dean. "I'll carry you if I have to."

"You can't" said Sam weakly. "you're hurt too."

"Come on!" said Dean, and helped Sam to his feet. "How ya doing?'

"Stange." said Sam simply. Why couldn't he process anything, he thought.

"What do you mean?" asked Dean trying to keep him talking until they got out of there. Sam didn't say anything.

"Talk to me Sam." said Dean. He placed Sam's arm around his neck and supported him around the waist.

"I feel disconnected." said Sam.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?' asked Dean. "Come on Sam, one foot in front of the other." Sam slowly started to walk.

"I can't think, I can't concentrate. I don't feel right." he said. This scared Dean to death. They finally made it out to the van, and Dean gently laid his brother in the back. "Hold on, ok. I'm going to get you out of here." He ran up to the drivers side of the van, hotwired it and took off. They reached the town and found the Impala. "Sam." said Dean, but he just lay there. Dean pulled him out of the van and put him over his shoulder, wincing against his own pain, and carried him over to the car. He laid him in the back seat, and sped away, leaving the town behind.

Thirty minutures later, around 8 pm he pulled into a motel. He ran in, and got a room. "Come on Sam." said Dean, helping his brother inside. He sat him on the bed. "Sam," he said sitting on the opposite one facing him. Sam looked at Dean. Why can't I think, Sam said to himself, as he continued to look at his brother.

"Are you ok?" Sam didn't answer and Dean was scared. "Talk to me Sam," he said, but got nothing. He felt Sam's head again, and he was still burning up. His arms and his chest where he'd been cut needed cleaned up bad. "Sam, listen to me. I'm going to go to the car, and get the first aid kit to clean your cuts. I'll be right back, ok. You stay here. Understand. Sam." He nodded and Dean ran outside. He grabbed the first aid kit, some weapons, the computer and their dad's journal then ran back inside. He gasped and stopped in his tracts. "Sam!" he said.

His brother was standing on the other side of his bed by the bathroom, holding a gun. He looked at Dean as he came in. "Where did you get that?" asked Dean putting everything down. Sam just stared. This was all to familiar, thought Dean as he raised his hands. Sam cocked his head to one side.

"Sam easy." said Dean more calmly than he felt, but he was trying so hard not to spook his brother. "Put it down." Sam cocked it instead. Dean began to sweat. "Sammy, what are you doing? Put the gun down." Dean braced knowing that Sam was going to point it at him, but instead, he gasped, when Sam placed the gun to his own head!"

"NO!" yelled Dean. "Sam! What are you doing! Wait!" Dean leaped over the bed in one movement and knocked the gun out of his brothers hand! They hit the floor, Dean on top. "What the hell are you doing?" asked Dean again. Sam's eyes were still glassy. "SAM!!!!" Dean shook his brother hard and watched him as his eyes focused and he saw Dean.

"Dean! What's wrong," asked Sam totally confused and disoriented? He got off his brother and sat down on the floor beside him instead. "Son of a bitch," said Dean rubbing his hands down his face. He looked over at Sam. "Are you ok!"

"Yeah, why," asked Sam still confused.

"How do you feel?" asked Dean avoiding the question.

"I don't know," answered Sam honestly, "I feel off."

"What do you mean off? Is that anything like strange?" Sam just looked at his brother.

"What," he asked?

"Nothing," said Dean getting up and helping Sam to his feet. He led him over to his bed. "Get some rest," he said and helped Sam to lay down.

"I'm ok," said Sam.

"Humor me," answered Dean and covered him up.

"What's going on Dean?" He had never seen his brother act this way before and it was making him nervous. "What did I do?"

"Just rest Sammy," said Dean walking over to the table by the window. Sam shrugged and laid back, falling asleep instantly. After he was asleep, Dean went back over and uncovered him, and cleaned his cuts on his arms and chest then covered him back up again. He got in his own bed, and laid back against the headboard. He watched Sam as long as he could, but finally fell asleep himself.