Here is the update everyone. Sorry it took so long. Michele Kelley I love you too. I know how you all hate cliffie's so I thought I'd give you a doozie. LOL. Here goes. Hope you like it.

Chapter 11

"Victor please, listen to me," said Dean. "That thing is not your friend, man. It will destroy you to, just like it does everyone else. It's just using you," said Dean as he gasped for air and tried to slow his breathing down.

"That thing is my Master Dean. Do not disrespect him." Victor got in Dean's face. "I mean it!!"

"He doesn't care about you," yelled Dean.

"Shut up!" yelled Victor and turned to Michael. "I'm going to the office, when you finish, let me know. I want to see him before you untie him understood."

"Yes sir," said Michael.

"Michael, you can't kill him," said Victor.

"I understand," said Michael as Victor left. He walked over to Dean. "You made him angry," he said, "it takes a lot to do that to Victor." Michael grabbed the electric poles again and turned the machine on. Dean closed his eyes as Michael touched his chest with them again, sending more bolts of electricity through his body! He screamed in agony as Michael held them inside the cuts! Then he stopped and told the men to unchain him and turn him around. "NO!" yelled Dean, but he was to weak to do anything, plus he was worried about what they would do to Sam if he tried to fight. They unchained him, and turned him around to face the wall, where they chained him back again, spread eagled. "PLEASE!" said Dean.

"What's wrong Dean. Does it hurt?" Michael leaned down to Dean's ear. "We're just getting started." Dean began gasping for breath as Michael picked up a whip and began beating him with it repeatedly. Dean screamed each time the whip hit flesh. It put stripes all over his back, ripping the skin off in some places. He was beat so much that he could no longer stand up and would have fallen if he'd not been chained. Michael still wasn't through though as he grabbed a tazer and told a barely conscious Dean, "this is for disrespecting our Master!" He touched the tazer to Dean's back shooting more electricity through his already battered and bloodied body. He screamed again! Finally Michael stopped and told one of the men to go get Victor. Dean just hung there unable to do anything. He was in so much pain and he was trying hard not to pass out from it.

When Victor arrived he saw Dean's beaten and bloodied body. The soul collector took over and he walked over to Dean. "I understand you don't like me to much."

Dean could barely move, but he turned his head to stare back at the spirit. "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch! You'll pay for what you've done to my brother and me! We will find a way to get rid of you!"

The collector walked behind Dean to look at his back. He grinned and lowered his head to lick the blood.

"God! NO!" said Dean but it was to late. The collector touched Dean's back and sent fire through him! The pain was almost unbearable as he screamed again, his body jolting from the trauma. His insides felt like they were burning.

Dean tried to move away, but couldn't. Finally the collector became Victor again, and said, "Don't threaten Dean, you really need to be careful!"

He told the men to take him back to his room. They unchained him, and he fell to the floor, his legs not holding him up. They dragged him back to where he and Sam were being held. They dumped him in the floor and locked the door behind them.

Sam stared in shock at his brothers body. His whole chest and back were covered with wounds. "Dean!" yelled Sam and ran over to him. He knealt down. Dean looked up weakly. "Sammy, looks like you're going to have to take care of me this time."

"Oh God Dean," said Sam as he helped his brother up and over to the bed. "Lay down." Dean did as he was told. Sam ran into the bathroom and wet some towels with cold water. He rushed back over to his brother. He cleaned his chest. Dean winced and gritted his teeth against the pain as he let Sam finish getting all the blood off of him. "Turn over." he said and Dean obeyed. Sam laid the other cold, wet towels to the stripes on his back. Dean winced again.

"I'm sorry," said Sam, "I don't mean to hurt you." He placed some dry towels over the wet ones and covered his brother up. "Rest Dean, I'm here," said Sam. Dean closed his eyes and fell asleep. Sam paced back and forth. They had to get out of there, but the door was guarded. Dean could barely move, and Sam had no idea if and when he would freak out again. He sat down in the chair to watch his brother, deciding they really couldn't do anything right now. Maybe they would leave them alone for awhile, thought Sam but he doubted it.

Around midnight Dean groaned and opened his eyes. He saw his brother sitting at the table with his head on his arms asleep. "Sam," he said and struggled to sit up. Sam woke with a start and looked over at Dean who had finally made it up on the side of the bed. "Hey," he said getting up. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been whipped, cut, and electrocuted, not to mention the hide rubbed off my body with a damn sander," quipped Dean but saw the worried look on his brothers face. "I'm ok Sam. How are you?" He felt his forehead, "Shit," he said.

"What is it," asked Sam.

"You're burning up again. You have a fever. Has that thing been back in here?" Dean was angry. What was happening to his brother? Sam shook his head. "Nobody has. They're still guarding the door though."

"How do you feel," asked Dean. He was getting nervous because Sam wasn't acting right. He struggled to get up on his feet, but his whole body hurt. Sam just sat there not answering Dean's question.

"Sam," said Dean.

"I don't know," said Sam. "I feel strange." Dean closed his eyes against the panic that was trying to surface again. "How? That thing hasn't fed off you in over 12 hours! How could this still be happening?" He had to get his brother out of there. He walked over to the door on shakey legs. "How many were outside, when they brought me back?" Sam didn't answer.

"Sam," he said, turning toward his brother. "Talk to me." He came back over and sat down. He looked into his face. His eyes were clear. Dean breath a sigh of relief.

"Four, I think," said Sam.

"Sam, do you think you can fight?" Sam shook his head. "No, not yet. Neither can you. Dean, you can barely walk right now." Dean knew he had a point. Neither one of them would be able to escape right now.

The door slammed open and the collector came in! "I'm thirsty!" He looked at Sam. Dean jumped up, but was knocked back down and the collector made his way to Sam! "HOLD HIM!!!!" Two of the men grabbed Sam, slamming him hard into the wall, holding him there! The two others grabbed Dean.

"Don't do that to him again!" yelled Dean. "PLEASE!" The collector wasn't listening. Apparently Dean had made him very angry and he was about to take it out on Sam. He slowly unbuttoned Sam's overshirt, then ripped off the tshirt, again. "You're brother threatened me Sam. He said he would find a way to destroy me. I don't like to be threatened!" Sam looked the collector dead in the eye and said, "I'm going to help him. Together, we will destroy you! It's what we do!" The collector just grinned. "After tonight, there won't be anymore of you left. Let me show you what I can do!"

"NO!" yelled Dean, but they were holding him to tight and he was too weak.
"Please don't! Take me! I'm the one that made you angry! LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE!" yelled Dean frantically.

"Yeah, Dean you are the one that made me mad. That's why you're the one that's going to watch as I consume your brother!" He grabbed the knife and made one long, deep cut down the middle of Sam's chest. He screamed as the knife went deep and then the collector bent down and drank the blood!

"SAMMY!" yelled Dean beginning to fight and ignoring the pain. "NO, Leave him alone. Please!" The collector grabbed Sam's head, and fire shot through his mind! Sam screamed again, the pain more than he could take. He gasped as the collector continued to take. Tears came to his eyes as he looked at his brother. "No!" yelled Dean. This was different. The look of pure terror on Sam's face was too much. He looked back and watched Sam's eyes glass over, but the collector wasn't through. He continued to take until he was full, then he threw Sam down like he was nothing more than a dirty rag he was finished with and walked over to Dean.

"Don't you ever theaten me again!" The collector grabbed Dean around the throat. The men let go, and the spirit threw him across the room. He landed hard on his already beaten back, but all he could think about was Sam. "YOUR
BROTHER IS DEAD, DEAN! and It's your fault." The collector, along with the four men left and locked the door back. Dean just sat there and looked in shock. Sam was not moving. He didn't even look like he was breathing. "What have I done to you?" he said as he struggled to get up, but he couldn't move. "Sammy!" Dean yelled, as tears came to his eyes.