Chapter 19
"Get up," said Victor. Dean struggled to his feet. He was so tired, and he could hardly move, but he was afraid of what would happen if he didn't do what he was told.
"Please turn it back on," said Dean. "I need to see him. I need to make sure he's ok. Victor laughed and walked over to Dean's cell. "I'll turn it back on when I get ready to." He just looked at Victor. He didn't press the issue, because he didn't want Sam to be hurt anymore.
"Can I have some water?" he asked. "I'm so thirsty." Victor nodded and Michael brought him a bottle of water and handed it to him through the bars of the cell. Dean took it and drank it all. Several minutes later, he realized his mistake.
"No," he said staring at Michael. His stomach began to burn. Michael was grinning at him evilly. "You drugged the water," said Dean and fell to his hands and knees. He was so dizzy that he couldn't see straight. "You son of a ..." but that was as far as he got. He looked at Michael again and then fell to the ground unconscious.
"When he wakes up," said Victor. "Bring him to his brothers grave."
"Yes sir," said Michael and waited. Victor left and walked to where Sam was buried. He flipped the switch, turning the speaker on.
"Sam," said Victor. Sam opened his eyes when he heard Victors voice. "Please let me out of here Victor. PLEASE!!!" pleaded Sam, but it just fell on deaf ears.
"Where is my brother?" Victor just laughed. "Your brother can no longer hear you. He's unconscious."
"What did you do to him, " asked Sam already knowing the answer.
"I'm draing him, Sam. My master likes the way he tastes."
"No," said Sam. "Please."
"He's fed off your brother at least 3 times." Victor continued to taunt Sam.
"Oh God," said Sam. "Is he ok?" Victor didn't answer. This scared Sam to death. "Answer me Victor. Is my brother ok," but still he didn't get an answer.
"Get me out of here," he yelled. "I can't hardly stand it anymore." Sam begged, but Victor just laughed again.
"You will not be getting out of there Sam, so forget it." Victor turned off the speaker. Sam tried to do what Dean had told him. He didn't want to panic again. He took some deep breathes and fought off the attack that was trying to come over him. He was beginning to think he was going insane. He tried to think about good things, but it wasn't working and he freaked again, and started thrashing around. "Dean!"
Dean woke up. He groaned. His whole body hurt. All he wanted to do was lay back down, but knew he couldn't. He struggled to his feet and looked at the tv. It still wasn't on. "Sam," he said.
Michael came over. "I didn't think you were ever going to wake up." He opened the cell door and pulled a gun, pointing it at Dean. "Let's go," he said.
"Where are we going," asked Dean. He didn't want to go anywhere with this psycho. Michael reached inside the cell and grabbed his arm. He winced as Michael pulled him out. "Move it!" he said and shoved him toward the door.
Dean stumbled, but righted himself. He walked outside. Michael led him to a place behind the warehouse, near the woods. He shoved Dean several times, to make sure he kept moving. When they reached their destination, Dean froze. "No," he said. He saw where Sam was buried. He also saw the headstone, that had his brothers name on it.
"NO!" he yelled. "SAM!!!" He ran over to the clump of dirt, that held his brother. Michael ran over beside him and knocked him down on top of the dirt. "Sam!" said Dean. "OH GOD NO!!!" Victor came around the corner. Dean looked at him with pure hatred in his eyes. He charged! "I'll kill you! I swear to you I'll kill you!" He lunged at Victor, only to be knocked down. He got up again. "You killed him! You killed my brother man!" Michael grabbed him as he lunged at Victor again. Victor just laughed.
Michael grabbed him again. "Let me go!" yelled Dean, but Michael hit him in the head, knocking him down. He lay there dazed as two other men came over and pulled him to his feet. They dragged him over to a pole and chained his hands behind it. Victor walked over, and hit Dean in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, and then Victor backhanded him. He knocked his head back against the pole, dazing him.
He looked at his brothers grave. Sam was dead, and he couldn't stop it. He let the tears fall. All he could think of was that he never should have went to sleep that night at the old house. He should have never left his brother unprotected. Now he was dead and there was nothing he could do about it. He would never forgive himself. "I'm sorry Sammy," he said and hung his head. He felt so defeated and as he saw where his brother lay, he continued to let the tears fall.
Victor walked back over to him and shoved his head against the pole, causing him to wince. "I never said he was dead, you idiot."
"What, but the headstone?" said Dean, looking at his brothers grave again.
"I wanted to see how you would react, plus he's going to die in there anyway, so why not go ahead and put up a headstone?" Victor grinned, leaning down to Dean's face. "You threatened me." He tooked out the remote, and dangled it in front of his eyes. Dean swallowed hard.
"Please," he said. He looked at the remote that Victor was holding. "Don't, I'm sorry. I thought Sam was dead. He's my brother man. I got angry. Please!"
Victor cocked his head to one side. "You're apologizing? You're usually such a smart ass. Am I getting to you Dean?" He didn't say anything. Victor walked over to the grave and flipped a switch on the speaker. "Sam, your brother's out here."
"Dean!" yelled Sam. Relief flooded him. "Sam, are you ok?"
"Dean, please get me out of here. I can't stand it anymore." He could hear the terror in Sam's voice. He looked defiantly at Victor and said, "It's ok, Sam, calm down. Don't panic, ok? Just hold on." He looked Victor dead in the eye, rage taking over and said, "I will get you out of there. I promise."
Victor grinned. "No Dean, you won't."
Dean's emotions were on edge. "Hang on Sam. Let me go Victor," he said. Victor back handed him again, knocking his head against the pole again.
"You're brother is not getting out of that grave. Do you understand me?" Dean didn't say anything.
"He's going to die in there."
"Please," said Dean. "He's loosing it in there!"
"That's what I want him to do," replied Victor.
"What? Why?" Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're crazy, do you know that? No wonder that damn spirit feels so at home inside you."
"I told you," said Victor, "I want to see how much he can take." He held the remote in front of Dean's face again.
"No," yelled Dean looking at it. Victor pressed the button.
"Stop hurting him!" he yelled as he heard Sam scream. Victor got in Dean's face again. "Do you want to threaten me again?" He stared at Victor. He wanted to so bad he could taste it, but he kept his mouth shut. He knew Sam would be hurt again if he said anything.
"Answer me Dean," said Victor.
"No, I don't want to threaten you again. Please let him out of that grave!" Dean tried not to, but he was beginning to panic himself. Michael came over. "It's ready sir," he said to Victor. They both looked at Dean.
"What," asked Dean nervously. Victor nodded. They all turned toward the woods as they head a branch crack.
"What was that," asked Victor looking toward the woods.
"I don't know," said Michael and him and the men with them went to check. Dean was alone with Victor. This may be his only chance, he thought as he began pulling, trying to free himself from the handcuffs. He tugged for what seemed like hours, but finally was able to get his hands free, but he kept them around the pole. When Victor came back over to Dean, he raised his leg and kicked him, knocking him backwards. Dean jumped him, but Victor screamed in anger and hit him in the face, knocking him down! Usually, Dean would just jump him again, and usually he would win the fight, but he was so weak, and so tired, and he couldn't hardly move. His whole body hurt.
He struggled to his feet, breathing hard. Victor held the remote like a weapon. "That's it!" he said. Dean froze and shook his head.
"No!" said Dean, looking at it, afraid for his brother. He saw Victors eyes. He seaw the rage. "Please. I'm sorry. Don't." Dean raised his hands. "I won't do it again, I swear." When he saw that Victor wasn't listening he said frantically, "I said I'm sorry! I won't try to get away anymore! Please!"
"I told you what would happen Dean, if you tried this. You just killed your brother!" He pressed the button on the remote and threw it far into the woods!
"NO!" yelled Dean. He ran at Victor again, but stopped when he heard Sam.
"DEAN! I can't breathe! Help me!" Sam was frantic. He turned his air off again and from the sound of things he wasn't going to turn it back on this time. "PLEASE DEAN!!!!!"