Chapter 12

Dean struggled to his feet. He had to get to Sam. He stumbled and fell but got up again and finally made it over to kneel down by his brother. Sam's chest was still bleeding so Dean grabbed one of the dry clothes and held it to the wound. He looked in his brothers face. Sam didn't look good at all. He was so pale and he didn't look like he was breathing. "Sam," yelled Dean feeling for a pulse. He found one but it was weak. "Wake up Sam! Don't you do this to me! Don't you let that freak win! Sammy!" He shook his brother hard. "Don't you let him beat you Sam! WAKE UP!" Dean was getting frantic. Sam was not responding at all. He pulled him up and laid him on his bed, gritting his teeth against his own pain. Dean noticed that he was still burning up and when he felt for a pulse again, it was weaker. Dean was so afraid that Sam was going to die.

"Sam!" Dean shook him again and slapped his face a little harder that he meant to. Sam gasped and his eyes shot opened! He sat straight up in the bed, but he was having a hard time breathing. He looked at his brother, who was trying hard not to panic. His breathing was strained, but he was awake. Dean grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face him. "Breathe Sam," he said. "Deep breaths, come on!" Sam squeezed his eyes closed as his breathing got even worse. "Come on Sam! You've got to breathe. Deep breathes." Finally Sam got the message and did what he was told. He took several deep breaths and after several minutes, he was finally breathing normal again. Dean let out a breath and sat down on the bed by his brother. "You scared the hell out of me," he said, but Sam didn't answer. He stared at Dean. Dean shook his head.

"Sam," he said. Sam got up and moved away from Dean. Dean got up to, and walked over to his brother. "It's me," he said simply, but Sam shoved him away hard! Dean stumbled backwards. "Sam, come on now," said Dean. "I'm your brother. I'm Dean." Sam looked around the room trying to find something to defend himself with. "It's ok, I'm Dean. Look, I'm not coming near you. I'm going to sit right here." Dean sat down and kept his hands where Sam could see them. He was getting nervous, because Sam was't coming back, like he had been doing. "Are you still in there? Why aren't you listening to me." Sam rubbed his hands down his face and looked back at Dean.

Dean didn't know what to do. He knew that Sam didn't know him, but usually it only lasted a minute. He couldn't understand why this was lasting so long.
"Are you still in there Sam," asked Dean again. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm you're brother. I will not hurt you. I just want you to come in the bathroom with me, ok? I need to check that cut on your chest." Sam looked down and saw blood all over the front of his chest. This scared Sam and he looked back at Dean, who was trying to figure out how he was going to reach his brother.

"Sam, I need to clean you up," said Dean getting up cautiously and walking toward his brother. Sam backed up. "Who are you? What the hell do you want?" Sam had fear in his eyes. "Why aren't you coming out of this," thought Dean.

"I'm Dean. I'm your brother man. I just want you to come into the bathroom so I can clean you up and look at that cut. You've been bleeding." He took another step toward Sam, but Sam backed up some more. Dean stopped. "Sam, look at me, I'm your brother." He raised his hands to feel his forehead, but Sam flinched and knocked Dean against the wall, causing pain to shoot through his badly beaten back. Dean grimaced as he hit. "Sam!" He placed his arm under Dean's throat and pressed, cutting off Dean's wind. He started gasping for breath. He raised his hands. "What are you doing," Dean choked out. "Who the hell do you think I am?"

"I don't know who you are?" Sam pressed harder. "You tell me!"

"I told you who I was Sam." Why wasn't he coming out of this? "I'm Dean."

Sam looked at Dean's chest and he had saw his back earlier. "What happened to you?" Dean was afraid to take his eyes off Sam. "Victor, and his goons, along with that spirit did it. He's the one that hurt you Sam, not me. It wasn't me. I won't hurt you. I'm Dean, your brother, OK?" Sam looked down at his own chest, then back at Dean who had a feeling what he was thinking. "I didn't do that to you. I've been cut too, can't you see.?" Sam nodded and released Dean who took some breathes and rubbed his throat. "I've got to get you out of here. He can't do that to you again. I don't think you could take it."

"What are you talking about," asked Sam. Dean just shook his head. "Come with me." When Sam didn't move, Dean took his arm and led him into the bathroom. "Sit down." Sam sat on the commode and Dean cleaned the cut on his chest. He gave him another tshirt and put one on himself, then Dean led him out of the bathroom. The door opened and Victor came in. Dean shook his head and stood in front of Sam, protectively.

"Stay the hell away from him," warned Dean in a low and dangerous voice.

"Relax Dean. I'm not here to feed, but if I was," he said, gettin in Dean's face, "you would not be able to stop me. Sit down." Dean stood where he was, right in front of Sam. Victor pulled a gun and pointed it at Dean's head. "I said sit the hell down!" Dean did as he was told. Victor cuffed his hands behind the chair.

"That's so you don't get any ideas about trying anything." Victor turned to Sam who just stared at him. "Hey, Sam," he said. "How ya doing?"

"Like you really care," replied Dean. "He's the one that's done this to you Sam and to me." Sam cocked his head to the side.

"He's not your friend Sam, don't listen to him." Dean pulled at the cuffs.

"Why," asked Sam. "Why would you do something like that?"

Victor just grinned. "Because I can." He turned into the soul collector again. "NO!" yelled Dean tugging frantically at the cuffs. Sam backed up, shaking his head as Victor approached him. He backed Sam against the wall.

"Why are you still alive!" The spirit was clearly surprised to see Sam breathing. "I should have killed you last time. Why are you so special!" Sam didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. "ANSWER ME!!!!!" The collector grabbed Sam around the throat and squeezed.

"I'm not special!" said Sam beginning to struggle. He went still though when the collector traced the cut on his neck again. "Please," said Sam. The collector took the knife, he had brought in with him and opened up the cut again. Sam grimaced against the pain and closed his eyes. Dean was still trying to get out of the cuffs. He knew, without question, that if he was to do that to his brother again, it would kill Sam.

"Please don't do that anymore," said Sam. The collector traced the blood with his finger and licked it off, then went down to Sam's neck, licking the rest of the blood off, but that's all he done. He turned back into Victor. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to move you boy's," he said as he turned Sam around and cuffed his hands behind him. "I'll have to figure out why you,re so special later, but right now we're leaving." He pointed his gun at Dean as two other men came in and took Sam. "Let's go," he said to Dean, pulling him to his feet.

"Where are we going," asked Dean.

"None of your business," said Victor. "MOVE!" Sam and Dean walked out of the room. Dean looked around. It was only Victor and the two men. They carried Sam and Dean to a van, and opened the back. Victor got in Dean's face. "I know what you're thinking and if you try it, I can promise you, you'll be very sorry." Victor shoved Dean inside.

"Sam?" asked Dean.

"Sam's going to sit up front with me," said Victor, "now lay down." Dean didn't have a choice. He wasn't going to try anything if Sam wasn't with him, so he laid down. Victor rolled him over on his side. He tied his feet. He also blindfolded him. Then they carried Sam up front, blindfolded him also, and made him sit between Victor and Michael. They pulled out of the parking lot and headed to another prison. Sam closed his eyes under the blindfold. "Where are we going?" he asked. Victor answered ominously, "To a place out of the way, where we are the only ones around." My master is getting thirsty again, and Michael over there, wants to have some more fun with your brother, now shut up before I gag you too," said Victor.