Here is the update everyone. Looks like the brothers are in a whole heap of trouble doesn't it. LOL. Please review. Thanks.

Chapter 18

"What was happening," thought Sam. "Why did they keep doing that?" Every few minutes Victor would cut off his air flow and then shock him. Sam thought he was going to snap any minute. He couldn't take any more.

"Hello Sam," Victor said.

"Why do you keep doing that," asked Sam trying to catch his breathe. "Please let me out!" Victor just laughed.

"You won't be getting out of there any time soon Sam. My Master wants you there."

"WHY," asked Sam. "Where is Dean?"

"Dean is in a cell looking at a television screen and watching his little brother suffer." replied Victor, taunting him.

"Please!" Sam didn't say what he wanted to say, because he was afraid what would happen if he did, so he kept his mouth shut. He looked around the coffin, desperately trying to find away out, but there was none. He got to thinking about everything that had happened, and that's all it took. He began to panic.

"VICTOR, LET ME OUT!!!!" yelled Sam. "How long are you going to keep me buried!"

"Until my master tells me to let you out, which he may or may not do. So tell me Sam, do you still want to destroy my master?"

"First chance I get!" yelled Sam and immediately wished he hadn't said anything. He started gasping for breath and knew that Victor had turned off his oxygen again! "Please, I'm sorry!" said Sam, but Victor wasn't turning it back on.

In the cell, Dean was watching. "Sam," he yelled as he saw his brother struggling. "NO!" He jumped up and grabbed the bars.

"Victor please," yelled Dean. "You're going to kill him!" He knew he could hear his brother but wasn't sure if Sam could hear him. He knew Victor probably couldn't, but he yelled anyway. Dean looked at his watch. Six minutes. He stared at the screen in shock. He could hear Sam's heavy breathing, as he tried to get some air, but it was no use. Until Victor turned the oxygen back on, Sam would have none. He looked at his watch again. Eight minutes had passed. He shook the bars hard.

"Victor, don't kill my brother! SAM!!!" He noticed that now Sam was clearly in some serious distress, as he heard his brothers ragged breathing. Sam was jerking and pulling at the cuffs, trying to free himself. Finally his air supply was cut back on, and he took some deep breaths. He was gasping, but after a couple of minutes, he began to breathe normally again. Then Victor shocked him. Sam screamed as the electricity shot through his body.

"Sam!" yelled Dean. He watched as his brothers body jerked with the jolts he had recieved.

"What were you saying Sam," asked Victor. He decided not to say anything.

"Answer me when I talk to you!" yelled Victor clearly angry.

"I don't know what you want me to say!" screamed Sam. "Victor please let me out!"

"No," said Victor and turned off the speaker.

Sam began thrashing and kicking, as the panic he was having reached the boiling point. He tugged at the cuff's, but couldn't get away. Dean was still watching and he saw that Sam was pulling at the cuffs so hard, Dean was afraid he would break his wrists. He grabbed the rails.

"Calm down Sam, please," said Dean. Sam went still. Dean looked. "Sam, can you hear me?"

"Dean!" he yelled. "Where are you? Get me out of here, please! I'm buried somewhere! Help me!" He began to thrash around again.

"I know you are Sam. I can see you. You have to calm down!" Dean was trying desperately to calm his brother down.

"I can't! I can't take this anymore, Please!!!!! Help me!!!" "Where are you?"

"Shit," said Dean. "I'm locked in a cell. I see you on a tv monitor. Victor must have rigged speakers up somehow. That means you're here somewhere . You have to be."

"DEAN PLEASE!!!!" Sam was hysterical.

"Calm down. I'll get you out ok, but you have to calm down. You can use up all your oxygen by panicking to." Dean watched his brother, hoping that he was listening.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE DEAN! I'M GOING TO GO CRAZY IF YOU DON'T!!!"

"Sam, listen to me. I will get you out. I promise, but right now, you have got to calm down, ok. Take some deep breaths." Sam wasn't listening, and began hyperventilating.

"Sam, take some deep breaths. Do it now!" yelled Dean in fear. Sam did what he was told and began breathing easier.

"That's good. Now just hang on. I'll get you out." Dean shook the bars again. Sam was close. He had to be, or Victor wouldn't have been able to rig up the speakers. He had to find him. He had to get him out of that grave. He looked around, trying to find a way out of the cell. "I'll get you out Sam, I promise." said Dean. Sam finally calmed down. Dean just had to figure out hown

Dean heard footsteps. He cursed and turned toward the screen. "Sam, listen to me. They're coming back in here. I need you to pretend you don't hear anything, ok." said Dean.

"Dean," yelled Sam, "please!"

"Sam, you have got to calm down. Please. I will get you out, I promise, but no matter what happens to me in the next few minutes, you can't let them know you hear me." Sam did not like the sound of that at all, and began to struggle again.

"Why," he asked. "What are they going to do to you?" Dean didn't want to answer. He didn't want his brother worrying about anything else.

"I don' know, but I don't want them to know we've been talking. I don't think Victor planned on this. You must have kicked something in the coffin, turning the speakers on."

Sam was scared. Just what had they been doing to Dean?

"What are they doing to you Dean," said Sam. Dean didn't answer. "Dean, answer me!"

"I'll tell you later Sam, just don't let them know you can hear what's going on, ok?"

"Dean!!!!" said Sam.

"Shut up, Sam," said Dean as Victor came in. He looked at the screen, then over to Dean. "What's going on Dean? What are you doing," he said walking over and looking at the screen again.

"Just watching my brother. Why do you keep hurting him like that," he asked. "Where do you have him buried Victor, please take me to him." Dean was trying to figure out where they had Sam, so he could get him out, unfortuanately, Victor knew it. "He kicked the speakers didn't he? He can hear you." Dean shook his head, and Victor grinned. "Now this is really going to get fun. Hey Sam, you can hear your brother can't you?' Sam didn't answer. He took the remote out and said, "answer me when I talk to you Sam."

"Sam, answer him. He's got the damn remote in his hand." Dean felt defeated. He just sat down on the cot.

"I hear you," said Sam, tears coming to his eyes. "What are you doing to my brother?"

"To bad you can't see him to," said Victor and looked Dean dead in the eyes. "My Master is thirsty again."

"No," said Dean, as he jumped up and began to back up. Victor unlocked the cell door and two men grabbed him, pulling him out of the cell. They chained him to the outside of the cell, arms spread wide on either side of him. Victor grabbed his face in his hand. "Not only is he thirsty, but he is also hungry." The collector surfaced. Dean shook his head.

"DEAN!!!" yelled Sam. He knew what was about to happen. It had happened to him plenty. He was afraid for his brother, for both of them. "NO!!!" he yelled and began to struggle again. "Leave him alone!"

The collector, just ignored Sam, and as he ran his hands down Dean's chest, Dean winced, not sure what to expect.

"Why are you so jumpy? Am I beginning to get to you." He placed his hands on either side of Dean's head. Dean closed his eyes as the pain began, and cried out as it increased! Then he took a knife and sliced a large place in Dean's arm. He clamped down and began to take as Dean yelled out again. Dean gasped. The feeling was so strange. He didn't know how to explain it.

"DEAN!!!!" yelled Sam. The collector stopped and looked at the tv screen. "Your brother tastes as good as you. Let's see how strong he is."

"NO!" yelled Sam, and the collector grinned and went over to Dean's other arm, slicing a place there also. He clamped down and took. Dean gasped again as he eyes went out of focus. He became Victor again. The men unchained him and Dean slid to the floor and just stared. Victor slapped him hard in the face. "Wake up!!!" Dean jerked back into consciousness and he looked up at Victor. "I'm not going to make it that easy for you. I'm not going to let you zone out. I want you to feel everything." He turned to the men.

"Pick him up." The men jerked Dean back to his feet and slammed him against the bars. Dean just stood there, hardly able to move.

"Dean!!!" yelled Sam again.

"Sammy," said Dean and began to pass out, but Victor hit him again, causing him to wake up. He walked over to the screen, and turned it off.

"NO!" yelled Dean, trying to move, but the men held him to tight. "Please, I need to see my brother."

"Tough," said Victor and the men threw him back in the cell. He hit the floor hard, and just laid there, but then he had another thought, and turned the tv back on. "Bring him over here." The men unlocked the cell again and jerked Dean to his feet, pulling him back out.

"You want to see your brother, fine," Dean shook his head and when Victor took out the remote, he yelled. "NO!!!"

Victor shocked him. Sam's body jolted, but Sam didn't say anything. He increased the voltage and shocked him again. Sam's body jerked, slamming against the sides of the coffin. He screamed out! Victor cut off his air supply and Sam began to struggle for it. He couldn't catch his breathe.

"Leave him alone," yelled Dean as Sam continued to struggle. Victor kept his air off until he didn't think he could stand it anymore.

"Stop it!" yelled Dean staring at his brother. "PLEASE!!!!"

Victor turned his air on, and Sam could breathe again. He turned off the screen. "Wait!" yelled Dean but they threw him back in the cell. Dean hit the floor hard and just lay there.