Chapter 16

The next morning Dean jumped straight up. "Sammy!" He yelled his brothers name but Sam wasn't answering. He couldn't believe he had slept so long. Sam wasn't in the house and Dean began to panic. He jumped up but got dizzy again and had to grab the wall. He made his way outside.

"Sam," he yelled. Where the hell was he, thought Dean. He couldn't find him anywhere.

"Oh God no!" said Dean as he ran around the house. "Sam, where are you!" He ran back to the front and straight into Victor. "Shit," yelled Dean as he took a swing at the man, his fist connecting with his face! Victor's head snapped back and when he looked at Dean there was pure hatred in his eyes.
Dean started breathing hard and backed up, shaking his head. Two men came up behind him and grabbed him! "NO," yelled Dean as he began to struggle, but Victor pulled a gun and pointed it at his head. "Be still!" Dean went still.

"Where the hell is my brother," asked Dean in anger and frustration.

"Get him back inside the house! I'll be there soon. Make sure he don't get away this time," yelled Victor. He was also very angry.

"Yes sir," they said and dragged Dean inside. They shoved him down on the cot and cuffed his hands behind him, then they shoved him back to sit against the wall. "Don't move!" they said and both men pulled their guns. Dean swallowed hard. Where was his brother? Where was Sam? How could he have fallen asleep like that?

"Sam," thought Dean closing his eyes. "Where are you?" After a few minutes Victor came back inside and walked straight to Dean.

"Where is he," asked Dean, but Victor backhanded him.

"Your brother was taken, while you were asleep. What were you thinking? You should have stayed awake," he said to Dean, hitting a tender spot. Dean was already feeling guilty about falling asleep, and Victor played on it. "He's with my people."

"If you hurt him Victor, I'll kill you, I swear I will," said Dean. "I want to see him. NOW!" Victor backhanded him again.

"Bossy aren't you? You don't tell me what to do Dean, you're the damn prisoner remember!" He turned to the men who were with him. "Let's get him moved," he said. They jerked him to his feet and shoved him roughly out the door. He stumbled and almost fell, but one of the men steadied him. They put him in another van . "Lay down," Victor said and Dean obeyed. they tied his feet, blindfolded him and locked him inside, then took him away.

He was so scared. He didn't know where Sam was. He didn't know if he was ok, or not. He did know, however, that if that soul collector fed off his brother again, Sam would die. How could he have fallen asleep like that, after promising Sam he would protect him. He would never forgive himself if something happened to him.

They drove for about an hour but finally reached there destination. They pulled Dean out of the back of the van, and dragged him inside the building and over to a cell, where they threw him inside.. They untied his feet and removed the blindfold and uncuffed his hands. They told him to take his jacket off and Dean did what he was told, handing it to one of the men. They turned him around, and made him place his hands on the bars, while they searched him for any type of pick or weapon that he may have had.

When they were satisfied that he didn't have anything they closed and locked the cell door. Dean looked around. Where was he? This didn't look like either place they had been before. Victor came back a few minutes later, wheeling in a TV. "I want to show you something Dean," he said pulling it over to the bars. "You want to know where your brother is?"

"Yes, please," said Dean almost frantic.

"Are you sure," asked Victor grinning. Another chill went down Dean's spine. "What have you done to him," he asked Victor.

"Look," said Victor and turned the tv on.

Dean stared in shock and disbelief. He blinked his eyes to make sure he was seeing right. There was no mistake. "Oh my God," said Dean, "NO!" Sam had been placed in a coffin and buried alive! Dean grabbed the bars. "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch! Where the hell is he!" Dean was about to have a fit. Victor's eyes went cold and he told the men to open the cell. He entered along with two men. He shoved Dean agains the bars.

"You listen to me Dean, and you listen good." He took a remote control out of his pocket and pressed a button. Dean watched the screen, as Sam struggled to breathe. "NO!" yelled Dean. "This remote, controls his oxygen supply. I have oxygen pumped into the casket to keep him alive. This controls the flow," he said holding up the remote. "Do you understand what I'm telling you. You're brother's next breath comes from me! You really do not want to make me angry. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!!"

Dean watched as his brother continued to struggle. He could tell that he was having a harder and harder time breathing. "Sam!"

"ANSWER ME!!" yelled Victor.

"Ok, ok," said Dean, "please, I understand. Help him!" Victor pressed another button and Dean could see that Sam was beginning to breathe easier.

"Don't make me angry Dean," said Victor. Dean closed his eyes trying to push back the panic that was rising in his heart. He couldn't believe that Sam had been buried alive. "I'm sorry Sam," Dean said to himself. "I should have never fallen asleep." Dean winced as Victor hit him in the stomach causing him to double over in pain. "That was for the hit at the house." Don't you ever touch me again." Dean didn't say anything. He was afraid to.

"Now, do you want to threaten me again?" Dean looked at the tv screen and shook his head. "No," he said defeated.

"Good," said Victor and pressed the button again. Immediately Sam started struggling to breathe.

"Stop it!" yelled Dean. "He can't breathe!"

"Yes, I know." said Victor. "I just want to make sure you know. You can only live about 10 minutes without oxygen Dean, remember that." Victor pressed the button and Sam took some deep breaths.

"I want you to see something else too." Victor zoomed in. Dean gasped. Not only was Sam buried, but he was also tied down and Dean could see how frantic his brother was beginning to get.

"Do you want t him to live?" asked Victor. Dean just stared at him.

"Don't try anything or he won't. I will kill him Dean, if you try to escape one more time. You will watch your brother die. Have you ever seen someone suffocate?" Dean shook his head, not really knowing what to say.

"It's a very painful death." said Victor, "especially when you have this." He pressed another button and Dean watched as Sam's body jerked.

"What did you do!" yelled Dean.

"He's tied down with metal cuffs Dean. They have electrical charges attached to them. I just shocked him." said Victor.

"What!" yelled Dean not believing this.

"I promise you, his death will be very painful. I can control the force of the charges to. It can be a little sting, or and all out shock. Don't try anything Dean. I mean it. Victor walked out of the cell and locked the door back. "See ya soon." Four men guarded Dean, but all he could do was think about his brother.

"Sam, I'm sorry," he said as he watched the screen. "I'll get you out of there. I promise. Just hold on."

Sam was frantic. He realized he was buried alive and that he was also tied down. It scared him to death and when he was shocked on top of everything else, he thought he would loose it. "Dean, where are you?" Sam was begging for his brother to come get him, but he didn't even know if he was alive anymore. After Dean had fallen asleep in the house, Sam had decided to go sit back outside for awhile. When he did, somebody jumped him, sticking a needle in his neck and giving him some kind of drug to knock him out. When he woke up, he was in the coffin. He knew he was buried, but he didn't realize that someone was controling his next breath until just then. It scared him to death. "DEAN!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!" he cried.

Dean just stared at the screen. Victor had also put a speaker in the coffin and Dean heard him yell for him. "Oh God Please!" said Dean as Victor came back inside.

"Let him go Victor, please, " but he shook his head. "Forget it!" he said. The men opened the cell and grabbed Dean, pulling him out and chaining him to the ceiling. "Since Sam is not available right now and my master is thirsty, guess who he is going to start draining next." Victor became the soul collector and Dean shook his head. "No," he said. "Please let my brother go. I'll stay here if you want, but let Sam go."

The collector walked up to Dean and said. "That's not going to happen. Both of you will stay until I'm finished with you, and then you'll die." He grabbed Dean's face in his hand and squeezed. Dean winced. "Where should I take from you first." He let his face go.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because," he said, "You and your brother have made a lot of enemies in the spirit world. You have destroyed many, now we will destroy you."

"Why don't you just kill us then? It's what you want." Dean watched the screen making sure Sam was ok. "Why did you bury him? Why are you shocking him? Just kill us!"

"I want to see how much you both can take. That's what I told Sam in the van before the accident. I told him that next time I feed off him, he would die, but before I do that, I was going to see how much he could take."

"Why!" yelled Dean.

"Evil wants both of you Dean. It's just more fun this way." Dean just stared at this spirit who cocked his head. "Want to threaten me again Dean?" He looked at the screen and held his tongue.

"Didn't think so."