Hope everyone had a great thanksgiving. Here is chapter 17. Poor Sam and Dean. I wonder what will happen to them next. LOL. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 17

The collector circled Dean trying to find where he would drink from first. Dean closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he noticed that the collector had picked up a knife. He touched it to Dean's face and then carressed his face with the blade. He placed it against Dean's throat and made a cut. Dean winced and closed his eyes again. "No!!" he said as the collector traced the blood to his neck with his finger. Dean grimaced when he went down and licked the rest of the blood off with his tongue.

"Got something to say, Dean?" asked the collector, but Dean didn't say anything. He knew if he did the same thing with him as he had done with Sam, he was going to fry his brain. It scared him to think that he would zone out and not be able to help his brother. Dean tensed as the collector bent down to lick some more blood off his neck. The spirit went around to Dean's back, but never touched his head.

"I don't want you zoning out Dean," he said. "but I do want you in pain." He pressed the button and Sam began struggling to breathe again. "Stop it!" yelled Dean as he watched his brother fight for a breath. The collector then pressed another button and Sam's whole body, jerked. Sam screamed out in pain and his brother could hear him. "Stop it!" he yelled again. "You son of a bitch!" He watched Sam jerk as the collector shocked him again, and he also heard Sam's screams again. The collector pressed another button and Dean could see that he was breathing again, but his breaths were short gasps.
"Sam!" yelled Dean fearfully.

"I don't want you to zone out Dean, because then you'd miss all the fun."

"Leave him alone! I'll kill you! I will find a way to destroy you! Do you hear me!" yelled Dean frantically. Instantly he was sorry as the collectors eyes went dead cold. He took the knife he had and cut off Dean's shirt, throwing it on the ground. The collector went around to look at Dean's badly beaten back and chest. "You won't be needing that shirt anymore," said the collector. He walked around behind Dean again and placed his hands on Dean's back. Fire, shot through his body and Dean screamed in agony! Then he went limp, but was still conscious, barely.

"There's more that one way to take your soul Dean." The collector became Victor again and said, "Watching someone you care about suffer is a very effective way. Watch Sam Dean." Victor pressed the button and Sam's whole body jerked again as electricity shot through him.

"NO!!!" yelled Dean as tears came to his eyes. "Sammy!"

"I hold your brothers life in my hands Dean. I would be very careful about what I say if I were you." He nodded to the men and they unchained him. He fell to the ground and they carried him back to his cell and threw him inside. Dean just laid there. His whole body was hurting so much that he could barely move, but nothing compared to the pain in his hear as he watched his brother being tortured right in front of him. Victor turned off the tv.

"No," yelled Dean struggling to get up on his feet. "Please, leave it on. I need to watch him."

"Don't worry Dean, I'll turn it back on soon. Part of the fun of this game is not knowing what's going to happen to him next."

"This is not a damn game, Victor," yelled Dean. "This is my brothers life!"

"I know, so be careful Dean, be very careful. You do not want to make me angry. Trust me on that." Victor left but promised he would be back soon. Dean just laid his head against the bars. "Sam, hang on man. Just hang on."

Victor walked over to another part of the complex, to where Sam was buried. There was a speaker that he had put inside the coffin, that he turned on now. "Hello, Sam," said Victor. "How are you?" Sam didn't say anything.

"Sam, you're really going to want to answer me when I talk to you." Sam took a deep breathe.

"Where is my brother?" asked Sam.

"He's with my people. The master just had a tasty drink. He tastes as good as you do." said Victor.

"You son of a bitch." said Sam and Victor pressed the button. Sam began gasping as his oxygen was cut off again.

"You two just don't learn do you? You have no idea how to keep your mouth shut do you! I'm going to teach you that lesson now!"

It was getting harder and harder for Sam to breathe. He didn't think Victor would turn his oxygen back on, but finally he did and Sam took several deep breaths. Victor pressed another button and Sam jerked as electricity shot through him again!

"Watch your damn mouth Sam. I'll kill you. Do you understand me!" He shocked Sam again, when he didn't say anything. "ANSWER ME!" yelled Victor, and shocked him for the third time.

"Yes, I understand! Please stop!" Sam didn't think his body could take anymore right now. He cried out as Victor shocked him again.

"Good boy." said Victor and walked away, turning his speaker off.

Sam winced against the pain, not only from the shock treatments, but also from the gash he had on his head. His whole head felt like it would explode. He looked around inside the tiny space. He tugged at the cuffs, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get loose. Even if he did, he thought, how would he get out of the grave? Was Dean ok? What had Victor done to him?

"Come get me Dean, please!" yelled Sam trying very hard not to panic, but he knew that something bad had happened to his brother or he would be there.

"DEAN!!!!!" he yelled again. Sam thought he was going to loose his mind. He didn't think he could take this. "PLEASE COME AND GET ME DEAN!"

The next morning Dean woke up and jumped to his feet. "SAM!" He looked at the door as Victor came in.

"Good morning Dean," he said.

"How's my brother, Is he ok," asked Dean fearfully. Victor walked over to the tv and turned it on. Dean saw his brother tugging at the cuffs, trying to get loose, and let out a breathe. He was still alive, but for how long? Dean tried to reason with Victor again.

"Victor please let him go, or at least get him out of that grave. I'll stay. Please. You can do anything you want to me, just let my brother go!" Dean pleaded with everything inside him. "PLEASE!!!!"

Victor just grinned. "Why would I do that? I'm already doing anything that I want to you." He opened the cell and walked inside. "Turn around." Dean did as he was told. He was afraid not to. "Put your hands through the bars." Dean obeyed and one of the men cuffed his hands together.

"What are you doing?" asked Dean in fear. Victor looked as Michael came in.

"You can't kill him," he said to Michael.

"I understand." Michael just grinned at Dean.

Dean shook his head. "Oh God, no," said Dean. He knew where this was heading. Victor walked out promising to return soon. Dean tried to reach Michael.

"Michael listen to me. This demon is not your friend. He will destroy you when he gets through with you." said Dean.

"Don't disrespect my Master, Dean," said Michael. He walked around to the cell door and walked in. He touched Dean's back, causing him to jump.

"Jumpy aren't you," said Michael as he ran his hand down Dean's back. Dean swallowed hard. "You're back is healing up nicely," he said running his hands down it again. "I'll have to fix that." Michael walked over to the table and grabbed something, and then turned back around. Dean's eye's widened as he seen what Michael had.

"Come on! You've got to be kidding me!" said Dean as Michael came back over to him carrying a staple gun. He walked around and entered Dean's cell again. "Come on man! Don't do that!" yelled Dean as he began breathing hard. Michael placed the staple gun to Dean's right shoulder blade. Dean closed his eyes, and braced as Michael pulled the trigger, sending a staple into his skin. Dean winced. "No," said Dean as he placed it to his left shoulder blade. Dean braced again as he shot another staple there. Dean cried out in pain. Michael placed the gun to Dean's right side. "Stop!" yelled Dean struggling, but Michael shot a staple there to. Michael walked around to his left side and shot one in there to. Dean cried out again. His whole back was on fire from the trauma, but Michael wasn't through.

Dean's breathing increased some more as he seen what Michael was going to do next. He brought a large knife and pressed the blade against his back. Dean jumped again, "Don't please!" he said, but Michael wasn't paying him any attention. He took the knife and made a long cut from the staple in his right shoulder blade, all the way down to his left side. Dean screamed, then Michael, made another long cut from the left shoulder blade to his right side making an "X". Dean screamed again! The soul collector came in and looked at the blood pouring down his back.

Michael, my friend you've been busy," said the spirit as he walked over to Dean. He traced a finger down the long "X" on his back. He winced.

"What's wrong Dean, does it hurt?" He didn't answer, but his back was on fire. The spirit went down and licked the entire "x" making sure he got all the blood off his back. "You're sick!" said Dean. The collector licked the blood again, then he placed his hands on Dean's back. Fire, like he'd never felt before shot through Dean's system! He screamed as the pain intensified. The collector just held his hands there for a couple of minutes as the pain became almost unbearable. When the collector stopped, all Dean could do was stand there, dazed. He couldn't move. He thought he would pass out.

The collector hit him in the face. "Wake up! I don't want you zoning out on me!" Dean jerked back to consciousness, after the hit and started breathing hard again. The collector licked the blood off his back once again. Dean shook his head as the collector took a staple remover and jerked the staples out. He grimaced and cried out at the pain. "We don't want an infection, now do we?" said the collector. "Release him!" One of the men uncuffed his hands and Dean fell to the floor at the spirits feet. The spirit became Victor again and looked at the tv screen. "We've had some fun with you, now for your brother."

"No!" yelled Dean trying to get to his feet. "Leave him alone!" Victor pushed him back down to the floor and put a booted foot in the middle of his chest and pressed down. Dean winced and went still. "Don't!" he yelled, but Victor pressed the button. Dean watched in fear as Sam jerked from the shock and screamed out in pain! Then he pressed another one, cutting off his oxygen.

Victor removed his foot from Dean's chest and the men jerked him up and slammed him against the bars. He winced from the blow, as well as the pain from his newly wounded back.

"I heard you talking to Michael, about our Master," said Victor. Dean watched as Sam continued to struggle for air. "DEAN!" he heard his brother yell out.

"Please stop! You're going to kill him!" yelled Dean. Victor turned Sam's air back on and Sam began breathing easier, as he took some deep breaths. "Watch you're brother Dean," he said and shoved him back down to the ground.

"Wait!" yelled Dean, but Victor walked out of the cell and locked it back. They left him alone. Dean struggled to make it over to the cot. His back was killing him and he couldn't stand, so he crawled and pulled himself up to sit on the cot. He watched the tv screen, afraid of what Victor was going to do.