Hello everyone. I'm so sorry. I've been sick as a dog. All I've done the last week is come home from work. Take pain pills and sleeping pills and go to bed. I'm better now and here is the update. I hope you all like it and please forgive me.

Chapter 6

The next morning, when Dean woke up, the first thing he did was look toward his brothers bed. He shot straight up! Fear gripped his heart. The bed was empty. "Sam!" he yelled, looking around. He checked the bathroom, but he wasn't in there. He checked outside, but the Impala was still parked. There were no stores around to walk to, so where could he be, thought Dean. He saw a housekeeper a few doors up and ran up to her. "Excuse me," he said.

"Yes," she answered, waiting.

"Have you seen my brother? He's about this tall," he said holding his hand a few inches above his head, "he has brown hair and an athletic built."

"Oh, yes, I did," replied the housekeeper, "he went into the woods."

"Where?" asked Dean.

"Behind the motel, there's a nature trail there." she said. "Was your brother ok?"

"Why do you ask?" said Dean trying not to let his panic show.

"I don't know," she answered, "he just seemed distracted. He walked right past me and didn't even notice I was here, even after I said good morning."

"How long ago was this?" asked Dean, the panic building.

"About 30 minutes ago." she said.

"Ok, thank you," said Dean and took off running. 15 minutes later he finally caught up with Sam.

"Oh, shit!" said Dean as he stared at his brother. Sam was standing on the edge of a very high cliff, staring straight ahead. Dean swallowed hard as he slowly made his way over to stand by Sam's side. He looked over the cliff at how far up they were and winced. He had to be careful.

"Sam." he said softly but didn't get an anwer. "Sam, are you with me?" he said, but still nothing. "Look at me Sam." He turned his head and looked at his brother. "Who are you?"

"What? It's Dean, I'm your brother. Don't you know me?" Sam turned to look straight ahead again.

"Sam, I need you to take a step back, ok." said Dean nervously. He was afraid to touch him.

"Why?" asked Sam.

"Because man, you're standing on the edge of a cliff. You're going to fall. Step back ok." Sam looked down, then over to his brother. "That's right Sam, step back, before you fall."

"I'm not going to fall, I'm going to fly." he said and took a step forward.

"NO!" yelled Dean anticipating the move. He grabbed Sam as he took the step and pulled him backwards. Both fell to the ground. "Shit!" said Dean as he scrambled up to kneal by Sam. He checked his pulse, and found a strong one. He felt his head, and it was still very hot.

"Sam," said Dean, slapping his cheek a little. Sam moaned and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a very worried Dean, looking down at him. "Where am I?" he asked his brother. Dean took a deep breath. "In the woods behind the motel."

"Why am I here?" asked Sam.

"Well, you just tried to kill yourself." said Dean.

"What?" asked Sam.

"You just tried to walk off a cliff, and last night you tried to blow your brains all over the motel room, and to tell you the truth Sam, I like it better when you're trying to kill me!" Sam just stared at his brother trying to understand. He was so confused. Dean saw it in his face and shook his head. "Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so." replied Sam.

"Come on. Let's get you back to the motel." He helped Sam to his feet and together they made there way back.

"I just don't believe that!" said Sam, sounding more like himself.

"It happened, twice dude, what can I tell you? said Dean. They had been back at the room for about an hour and Sam was pacing like a wild man.

"You need to calm down!" said Dean as he watched his brother.

"Calm down! You want me to calm down! I zone out, try to kill myself and you want me to calm down!" shouted Sam. "Just like that!"

"Well, maybe It won't happen no more," said Dean, "maybe whatever that thing did to you is over now."

"What if it's not Dean?" asked Sam.

"Then I'll be there, Sam, ok, We'll figure it out together. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Sam calmed down a little as a knock sounded at the door. The brothers looked at each other and since Sam was already up, he went over to answer it. He opened it and Victor slammed it backward. Sam swung, but was not quick enough. Dean jumped up and was about to jump Victor when he turned Sam around and placed his gun to his head! Dean froze, but raised his own gun.

"Drop it Dean, or I swear to you I'll kill him!" Dean didn't move. "Drop it!" yelled Victor and cocked his gun. Dean dropped his. "Don't move!" he said as two men came inside the room with Victor and Sam, closing the door behind them.

They shoved Dean down on the bed and made Sam sit in a chair. Victor stood behind him, his gun still at Sam's head.

"What did you do to my brother you freak?' asked Dean in anger.

"I didn't do anything to your brother. The soul collector did. He likes the way Sam tastes. He wants to drive him insane. He wants to drain him of all his energy. He wants his soul Dean." said Victor.

"We're not going to be able to stay here long Victor," said one of the men that was with him.

"I know." said Victor. "Go get the car." The man left to do Victor's bidding.

"The manager and the housekeeper both know we're here." stated Dean.

"I know that too. Who do you think called us?" he asked and Dean just stared.

"They belong to our little group Dean. Matter of fact, most of the town belongs to our group. The one's that don't, will, before this is over." The man came back into the room. "The cars ready sir," he said.

"Good," said Victor and pulled Sam to his feet. "Get Michael to bring the other car."

"Already done sir. He's on his way." Victor nodded. Neither one of the brothers liked where this was going at all. Victor cuffed Sam's hands behind is back and blindfolded him, then handed him over to the man standing beside him. He walked to Dean, who just glared back at him. "Get up!" he said. Dean got to his feet, and Victor knocked him backwards onto the bed, then pulled him up by his jacket until they were face to face.

"Bring this one with Michael." he said and shoved him back again. Dean wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Wait." he said. "What about Sam?" He was afraid of what the answer would be.

"Oh, Sam's coming with me." said Victor, matter of factly. My Master is getting hungry again."

"No," said Dean jumping up. He was knocked right back down!

"Yes!" said Victor. "I told you what would happen if you tried this Dean. You won't be seeing your brother for awhile."Take him!" he said to the man with him. Sam's head shot up. "Dean!" he said as they pulled him out the door.

"No! Sam!" yelled Dean. "Please! I'm sorry!"

"Too late Dean!" said Victor as Mike pulled up.

"SAM!!!" he yelled again, but they shoved Sam in a car beside Victor and they took off.

"Oh God!" said Dean as he tried to get away! He was hit in the back of the head and fell unconscious to the floor. They cuffed his hands and carried him out to the second car and they also drove away.