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Chapter 10

Dean fell hard on his back, but scrambled to his feet. "Sam!" he yelled, but got no answer. "Sam come on!" Dean took a step toward his brother, but Sam slammed him up against the wall and grabbed the knife out of his pocket. He placed it against Dean's throat! Dean didn't move.

"Who are you!" yelled Sam presssing the knife harder, biting skin!

"I'm your brother Sam, come on!" answered Dean. Sam cocked his head to the side. "I'm Dean." He softened his voice. "What are you doing with the knife?" Dean swallowed hard as he watched his brother, afraid to move.

"Knife?" asked Sam not processing what the word even meant.

"Sam you have a knife in your hand, and it's against my throat. Put it down."

Sam backed up and stared at his brother. Then he looked at the knife in his hand, and raised it! He was about to plunge it into his own heart when Dean leaped!

"SAM NO!!!" He tackled his brother. The knife flew from his hand and Dean pinned him to the floor. "What the hell are you doing!" he yelled. "Son of a bitch, would you please stop trying to kill yourself!" Sam shook his head and winced at the headache beginning to form. He was so confused and scared.

"Dean!" he said beginning to struggle.

"Sam, stop it! It's me!" said Dean. Sam got still and his eyes came back into focus. He saw Dean on top of him. Tears came to his eyes and he said, "What the hell is happening to me?" Dean got off him, and helped him to his feet and over to the bed. "Sit down." he said and sat on the opposite one facing him. He looked into Sam's eyes and said, "I'm going to feel your head, ok? Dont freak out on me." Sam just nodded and Dean felt his head again.

"Son of a...!" said Dean. "Your fever's back. What is this? Some kind of psychic flu or something?" Sam didn't say anything, but he could see how tired Dean was.

"Dean, you've got to rest." said Sam. "You're exhausted."

"I'm fine," said Dean, the panic beginning to build at the mere thought of resting right now. The truth was he was so tired and he thought he would drop any minute.

"No, you're not," said Sam, "You need to sleep."

"I can't!" yelled Dean. "Not with you acting this way and trying to kill your self every few minutes! How the hell am I suppose to rest!" He shouted at his brother, jumping up, and Sam winced. Dean was instantly sorry.

"Sammy, I'm sorry. It's not you I'm angry with. It's that damn thing that's doing this to you." Sam just nodded and got up.

"Where are you going?" asked Dean afraid he was zoning out again.

"To the bathroom." said Sam. Dean sat back down and rubbed his head. Sam slammed the door to the bathroom and locked it. Instantly Dean got nervous and jumped up, running over to the door. "Sam, what are you doing?"

Sam didn't answer. Dean banged on the door. "Open the door Sam!" he yelled but still got nothing. All Dean could think was there was glass in there, and there was medicine in the first aid kit. He was afraid Sam was going to try to hurt himself again.

"Sam!" said Dean, and kicked the door in. Sam was sitting on the toilet just staring. Dean let out a breath and walked over to him. He sat on the side of the tub and faced him.

"I'm sorry," said Dean, "I guess I am tired, but I'm afraid that if I go to sleep something bad is going to happen to you." He touched Sam's shoulder. Sam flinched, so Dean removed his hand. "It would kill me if I let something happen to you. You're my brother." Sam stood up and grabbed Dean by the jacket. "What are you doing?" he asked watching Sam's eyes.

"You are going to lay down," said Sam. Dean slapped his hands away. "Get off me Sam."

"No, I'm ok right now, so while I'm ok, you need to rest." Sam led Dean over to the bed.

"I can't sleep with you acting this way," cried Dean.

"Dean, you're my brother too, and you have been watching me nonstop for three days. You're exhausted. You have led me to the bed and took care of me plenty, now it's my turn," said Sam.

"But Sam." said Dean. Sam cut him off.

"I know what you're going to say. Can't you see what that thing is doing to you? It's wearing you down Dean. I'm ok right now and although I don't remember what happens, from what you've told me, these episodes I have are after he feeds, so right now, you need to rest."

"But the knife. That was just now, hours after he had his last meal." said Dean trying to get up. Sam pushed him right back down.

"You can't watch me 24/7 Dean, you're about to drop. I feel ok, right now, so rest."

"Will you stop that," said Dean trying to get back up. "No," answered Sam, "get some sleep." Sam sat down beside him. Dean just looked at his brother. Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Ok, fine, but if you kill yourself, don't come crying to me!" said Dean and laid down. Sam just grinned. "Only Dean," he thought. Dean fell asleep instantly.

Three hours later, he woke up. "Sam!" he said jumping up.

"I'm here Dean. I'm ok. They're still guarding the door but nobody's come in. Do you feel better?"

Dean sat up on the side of the bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Yeah, I do, thanks Sam."

"You're welcome. You could probably use some more."

"Maybe later." replied Dean. The door to the room opened and Victor came in along with four men. Dean jumped up and stood in front of Sam. "Leave him alone Victor!" warned Dean. "You're not doing that to him again!" Victor grinned and sent chills down Dean's spine. Two men ran over and grabbed him! "NO!" he said struggling to get away.

Two others grabbed Sam who also began to struggle! Both were to weak and exhausted to fight much. Victor walked over to Dean and grabbed him by his hair, pulling his head back. Dean winced. Victor said, "Wanna bet?" Dean watched as the soul collector took control.

"God! No!" yelled Dean. "Not again! Please! Leave my brother alone!" Sam fought like crazy and so did Dean, but in their weakened state, neither was any match for all 4 men plus the demon. The soul collector walked over to where Sam was being held and traced the cut on Sam's neck with his tongue, as Sam tried not to gag. The collector then took his nail and cut the place to his neck open agian, causing it to bleed. "NO!!!" yelled Sam wincing. The collector bent down again and licked the blood off, but didn't clamp down, and didn't touch his head. "Don't worry Sam, It's not you I want," he said pausing. "This time." He turned to Dean, who was still struggling. "You're coming with me." Dean continued to struggle as the men dragged him out the door!"

"Dean!" yelled Sam. The collector turned back into Victor. "I'll be back Sam," he said. "Do not peep outside that window. This room is heavily guarded and I'll know if you do. I'll kill your brother, if I get word that you're not behaving yourself. You'll never see him again! Understand!" Sam just glared at Victor.

"ANSWER ME SAM!!!!!"

"Yes, I understand," replied Sam. Victor walked out, locking the door and leaving word with the men that if he does anything out of line to let him know.

They carried Dean struggling to the room that Michael had fixed up. Dean managed to kick one of the men and was about th kick another when Victor came in. "I'll kill your brother Dean, you know I will! All I have to do is radio and give them word, and you'll never see him alive again!" Dean stopped fighting and glared at Victor, in defeat. "Fine," he said giving up. The men grabbed him again pulling him over to the wall where they chained his hands and feet, spread eagled. Michael walked in. "Tell me Dean, are you tired yet?" asked Michael.

"What?" asked Dean.

"Watching your brother like that, trying to keep him from hurting himself, must have really tired you out, huh?"

"I'm fine, but thanks so much for your concern," said Dean sarcastically. Victor turned to Michael and said, "Ok, have fun." He went over to sit down to watch the show. Michael walked over to Dean who did not like where this was going at all. First, he cut off Dean's shirt, revealing flesh, then he took a large knife and made several cuts in Dean's chest. Not deep, but definitely painful. Dean closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the pain. Michael turned to Victor. Does the Master wan't a taste first?" he asked. Victor looked. It was very tempting and he became the spirit again.

"Why not?" he said walking over to Dean. "You want to feel a little of what your brother is going through?" he asked Dean.

"Go to hell!" said Dean. The collector bent down to Dean's chest and traced the blood, with his finger, then with his tongue licked it off his chest and smacked his lips. "Ummmm," he said, "you're also tasty. You have a lot of fire."

"Now if you were female, we could definitely talk," said Dean masking his disgust. The collector grabbed the sides of Dean's head and an electrical current shot through his brain! Dean screamed in agony as the blinding pain increased, then the collector stopped and became Victor again. He hit Dean hard in the stomach, causing Dean to grunt then went back to his seat.

"Very tasty," he said to Michael.

"Thank you sir," said Michael. He turned back to Dean and made several more cuts, deeper this time, on Dean's chest. Dean closed his eyes trying to ignore the pain. Blood was pouring down the front of his chest. Michael grabbed two poles and flipped a switch. The noise made Dean open his eyes, and they got wide as electricity jumped between the two poles. Dean shook his head in fear as Michael placed the poles on Dean's chest, inside the cuts! Dean screamed again as electricity shot through his body. Michael stopped and put the poles down and watched Dean who was having a hard time catching his breath. He got in his face and said, "This is going to be fun."

He stepped back and walked over to the table. "So... glad you're.. enjoying yourself," said Dean still trying to breath. Michael smiled. "You really are a smart ass aren't you," he said turning around. "NO!" yelled Dean when he saw what he had in his hand. "What the hell are you going to do with that?" Dean was finally scared. In Michael's hand was an electic sander!" Dean shook his head. "Don't" he said. "Please."

"What's wrong Dean, getting a little nervous.?" Michael turned the sander on and walked over to Dean. He touched Dean's chest with the sander and Dean screamed in agony as Michael took a layer of skin!

"Now, what other kind of smart ass coment do you have for me." Dean couldn't say a word. He looked at his chest and it was blistered and bleeding. He looked up at Michael who was coming at him again. He touched the sander to his chest again, Dean screamed and then Michael stopped. "Don't be a smart ass!" he said and went to put the sander back. Dean just hung there. He couldn't move. He was in so much pain, but when he looked at Michael's face, he knew that Michael was just getting started.