Hey everyone. Thanks Michele Kelley. I appreciate you and everyone else. Here's the next chapter. It's not as long so please don't trow things at me. I had to redo it because I put chapter nine instead of chapter 7. The chapter is still the same just the number has changed. Thanks Michele kelley.

Love

Sheila

Chapter 7

Sam was placed in a cell, until they got ready for him. The blindfold was removed, but his hands remained cuffed behind him. There were four men guarding him. There was no way he could escape. He didn't know where he was, but he didn't think it was the same place that him and Dean were in before. He thought about his brother. Was Dean ok? Was he hurt? Where was he? Sam was scared, but also angry and frustrated.

"Where the hell is my brother," he said, but the men didn't answer him. "What have you done with Dean!" he yelled. The men walked over to him and leaned on the cell. "Wouldn't you like to know." they answered, taunting him. Sam jumped up. "I'll kill you if you hurt him." he said in a low, dangerous voice. "I mean it."

"Soon Sam, you won't even remember you have a brother," one of the men said. The others just laughed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. As if on cue, Victor came in and allowed the spirt to take over.

"Bring him!" the collector said. The men opened the door. Sam backed up, shaking his head, but they grabbed him and pulled him out of the cell. He struggled hard, but he was to weak and couldn't get away. They uncuffed him and stripped him down to the waist. "No!" he yelled and continued to struggle. They half dragged him over to the center of the room, where they chained his hands above his head. The collector approached him. "I'm thirsty again Sam, and you taste so good." Sam winced and when the collector got close enough, he kicked him sending Victor's body backward! This only made the collector angrier and he grabbed Sam around the throat. "Be still!" he commanded, but Sam kicked again.

"Go to hell!" yelled Sam. The demon just grinned and said to the men, "chain
his feet also!"

"No." yelled Sam again. Each man grabbed a leg and shackled his feet far apart so that Sam couldn't move. "Now, where was I," said the collector. Sam just hung there, chained and breathing hard. "Please!" The collector held out his hand. One of the men slapped a ceremonial dagger into it, like a nurse would a surgical instrument to a doctor. He walked back up to Sam.

"No! Please don't!" cried Sam.

"Don't worry Sam, I'm only going to take a little this time." he said, as he picked a spot right above his heart. He made a cut in the form of an 'X', just enough to draw blood. Sam closed his eyes and winced. The collector grinned and licked it off. Sam tried not to gag as the collector licked his lips and said, "Tasty. You have strong energy." The collector placed his hands on either side of Sam's head, sending what felt like to Sam, a strong electrical current through his brain. He screamed as the pain intesified, and right before he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the spirit stopped, looked him in the eye and said, "I'm going to enjoy this." Sam hung there trying hard to slow his breathing down as the collector became Victor again.

"Shall we put him back in the cell?" asked one of the men.

"No," said Victor, "I don't think so. Let him stay right there, and then whenever the master gets ready, he just has to take." Victor walked over to Sam and hit him hard across the face, causing his lip to bleed. "That's for the kick." he said and walked out. Sam felt like his head would explode, as he stood chained there. He was already beginning to feel funny again, but all he could think about was his brother.

Dean woke up with a pounding headache, and tried to get up but realized he was tied down. "Shit!" he said and began to tug at the ropes. The door opened and Victor came in. "Hello Dean," he said. "How's the head?"

"Where is my brother man!" said Dean as he tugged at the ropes again.

"Your brother just made a tasty meal, for my master."

"You son of a bitch!" yelled Dean. "Is he ok? I wan't to see him!" Victor turned to the man that came in with him.

"Take him to his brother." said Victor. "Put him in the cell. Michael untied his hands and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go!" Dean walked to the room where Sam was being held and stopped when he saw his brother.

"Oh God!" he said, and would have went over to him, but Mike stopped him.

"No you don't." he said. They grabbed him, but instead of placing Dean inside the cell they chained him to the outside facing Sam.

"Tell me something Sam," said Mike. "We've already established the fact that you are Dean's weakness. Is he yours?"

"What?" asked Sam. He didn't like where this was going and neither did Dean.

"Would you do anything for him?" asked Mike.

"Yes, I would." said Sam through clenched teeth.

"Ok, then I wan't you to tell me what you saw in your vision," Mike said as he walked over to Dean and pulled out a knife.

"I've already told you. I saw a dark, powerful force terrorizing this town. We came to help. What are you doing?" said Sam, beginning to get afraid.

"What else did you see Sam!" said Mike as he placed the knife to Dean's throat.

"Nothing. I've told you everything. I swear! Please!" Mike pressed the knife into Dean's throat cutting him. Dean winced and closed his eyes. "I can't tell you something I don't know!" yelled Sam. "Please don't hurt him."

"You need to have another one then, NOW!!! I want to know more, or I'm going to start slicing and dicing your big brother right in front of your eyes. Mike rolled the sleeves up on Dean's shirt!

"It doesn't work that way," cried Sam. "I can't just have one anytime I get ready. It just happens. Leave him alone!" Sam began shaking his head as the lightheadedness got worse. He was feeling strange again. Dean saw it, and began to pull against the cuffs. Mike looked over at Sam. "Shit!" he said. He saw it to. He leaned down to Dean and said, "We will continue this later." The men unchained him, and shoved him in the cell.

"Sam!" said Dean grabbing the bars. "Are you ok!"

"Yeah, but we've got to get out of here." answered Sam.

"How do you feel?" asked Dean, noticing the new cut on his brothers chest.

"A little light headed." answered Sam blinking.

"Sam!" yelled Dean and watched as his brothers eyes rolled back in his head.