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Chapter 20

"Sam," yelled Dean. He ran over to where his brother was buried, and began digging frantically. Victor pulled him back, but Dean hit him in the ribs, then in the face, knocking him down to the ground. He began to dig again. "Sam, please!" he said, but he didn't answer. "Oh God," he said again and began digging faster.

"Dean!" He heard a familiar voice, but thought it was just his imagination. He kept on digging. Someone came up behind him and grabbed him. He spun around, and knocked him away. "Dean," yelled Bryan, holding up his hands. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Bryan!" He thought he was seeing things, but realized he wasn't. "Oh God Bryan, help me. Sam is buried alive. Please. Victor cut off his air supply and he can't breathe!"

"What!" yelled Bryan and him and Tony started to help dig. They reached the top of the coffin and tried to get the lid off, but it wouldn't budge.

"Sam," yelled Dean but still didn't get an answer. "No!" he yelled. Finally they got the lid off. Tony looked down and saw Sam laying there. He was so still and Tony knew before he even checked that he wasn't breathing.

"Sam!" yelled Tony as he checked him for a pulse. He didn't feel one. He already knew he wouldn't. He looked at his partner and shook his head. "He's not breathing."

"No!" yelled Dean and grabbed his brother. Bryan pulled him off of him, so Tony could get to him. "Let me go," yelled Dean and hit Bryan, snapping his head back. "Son of a bitch," said Bryan and grabbed him again. Dean started to fight. "Dean!" he yelled, but all he could think about was getting to his brother. Bryan shoved him down to the ground and held him there.

Tony tilted Sam's head back and began to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation. "Come on Sam," he said as he pinched his nose and breathed into his mouth. He checked for a pulse, but still didn't feel one.

"Sam," yelled Dean trying to get up, but Bryan held him still. Tony breathed into his mouth again, but still didn't get a pulse. He started chest compressions. "Come on Sam!" yelled Tony as he pressed on his chest. He breathed into his mouth again. Sam gasped and started coughing violently. He threw up so Tony turned his head over to the side. "Breathe Sam, " said Tony. "Just breathe." He continued to cough and gasp for breathe as air began to fill his lungs. Bryan let Dean go, and he ran over to his brothers side.

"Sam," said Dean. "Oh God," are you ok?" He nodded, but he didn't say anything. He just wanted to breathe. Tony undid the cuffs that were holding him down, and him and Dean gently took him out of the coffin and laid him on the ground. "Breathe Sam," said Tony. "Jack's on the way."

"Jack?' asked Dean.

"Yeah, we were actually here on a vacation. Jack's with us. We heard on the police scanner about a black 1967 Chevy Impala that had been abandoned at a motel. We checked it out. When we found out it was yours, we knew something was wrong. We've been looking for you two ever since.

Sam screamed and started to fight to get away, because Tony was holding him. "Let me go!"

"Sam," yelled Tony. Calm down. It's me. It's Tony."

"No!" said Sam in desperation, just as Jack ran up.

"Sam," said Dean softly as he touched his brother. "It's me. It's Dean."

"Dean," said Sam beginning to calm down some. "Jack's here ok? Let him check you out." He looked up at Jack who came over and knelt down beside him..

"Hey Sam," said Jack. "How ya doing?" Sam looked up into the face of his friend. "Jack," he said.

"Yeah, it's me. You gonna let me check you out?" He calmed down some more and nodded. Jack checked his heart rate and respirations. He had brought his bag with him, so he listened to his heart, and then he grinned. "He's ok, Dean. He's just a little panicky right now." Dean let out the breathe he was holding.

"Jack," said Sam weakly. Jack touched his head and he flinched. "It's ok Sam."

"I think I'm going to be sick." Jack turned him over on his side just in case. "Watch him ok, " he said to Tony.

"Yeah, " said Tony. Jack and Bryan walked over to Dean.

"Dean," said Jack. "I need to check you out to, ok?' Dean nodded and Jack walked closer. He was beginning to breathe hard as all the pain and stress of the last several days began to catch up to him. Jack looked at his chest. It was fiery red. His arms had been cut also. "Turn around and let me look at your back." When he turned around Jack winced. "My God," he said. Dean turned back around. His breathing was even heavier, and Dean winced. His legs buckled and he collapsed, falling into Jack's arms.

"What the hell?" said Jack, and lowered him to the ground. He immediately checked his vital signs. He propped him up against the pole he had been chained to earlier. "Are you ok," he asked, but Dean didn't answer.

"No," yelled Sam. "Get away from my brother. I'll kill you if you don't!" Sam tried to get up on his feet. "Get away from him!" he yelled again. Tony grabbed him and shook him. "It's us Sam. Calm down." Sam looked at Tony and the others. He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry." he said.

"It's ok," said Jack, but he didn't like the way either one of them looked. "We've got to get them out of here."

"I'm ok," said Dean, beginning to breathe easier. Tony and Bryan went over to help Sam, and Jack went over to get his bag, then he was going to help Dean. Nobody even noticed when Victor came up behind Dean. He pressed his gun to Dean's head. He froze. "Don't even think about moving," he said. Dean closed his eyes. Victor pulled him to his feet, and stood behind him, the gun still at his head.

Both Tony and Bryan whirled around at the same time, drawing there weapons and pointing them at Victor, but he was using Dean as a shield. They couldn't shoot Victor without shooting Dean first. "Let him go!" said Bryan.

"I don't think so. Lower your weapons gentlemen," said Victor calmly as he put Dean right in front of him. He pressed the gun harder into his head. Tony and Bryan didn't move, but they still had their guns drawn.

"Now, do you really think that you two are going to be able to blast your way out of here?" asked Victor. "You better look around first." Tony, Bryan and Jack all looked around. They just stared. There were men everywhere. All had guns, and all were pointed at them. They were surrounded.

"Lower your weapons, or I swear to you, I will blow Dean away right in front of your eyes," warned Victor. Tony and Bryan looked at each other and thought the same thing. There was no way they would be able to get away. There were to many of them.

"Lower your damn guns!" yelled Victor beginning to get angry. "NOW!!!!!" He cocked his. Dean closed his eyes. He was afraid to say anything, and he was to weak to fight, and besides, even if he got away from Victor, he would never get away from everybody.

"Alright!" said Tony. "Just don't hurt him." Him and Bryan lowered their guns. Several men came up to them and took the weapons away, then pointed there's right at Tony and Bryan's head. They both raised their hands.

Victor turned to Jack. "What about you?" he asked. "Do you have a gun?"

Jack shook his head. "No," he said, "I just have my bag." Victor cuffed Dean's hands behind him and handed him over to the men standing by. He leveled his gun at Jack. "Check him out," said Victor, and a man searched him.

"He don't have anything sir," the man said and Victor nodded. He walked over to Jack and cocked his head. "My master knows you," he said. Jack just stared. Victor grinned. "You're Jack." He didn't answer. "Son, you have made about as many enemies in the spirit world as these two have," said Victor indicating Sam and Dean.

Victor placed his gun against Jack's forehead. Jack raised his hands. "So tell me Jack, what tricks can you do?" Jack still didn't answer. "What kind of powers do you have Jack?"

"I don't know what you mean," said Jack playing dumb. He didn't want those powers. He didn't want any of this. He had used them 5 months ago to save his friends, but he had vowed never to use them again.

"Yes you do. You are the one who beat Alanya." Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. He nodded his head. "You know Alanya," he said in disgust. Victor became the soul collector. Jack saw the transformation and it scared him. He backed up, but two men came up behind him and grabbed him, holding him still. The collector came close, and got in his face. The men forced Jack to his knees and held him there.

"Of course I know Alanya. He's a demon to, you fool. He lives down there with me. He wants you bad, almost as bad as he's ever wanted anyone. You don't defy him. I may just have to let my men conjur him up, just for you. It will be like a family reunion. He is your father. Right?" Jack's eyes went cold as he looked at this demon.

"He is not my father. He killed my father." said Jack. He couldn't believe this was happening. All he wanted was a vacation. Last time he faced Alanya, him, as well as his friends, almost died. The collector grabbed Jack by the hair and Jack winced. "I'll come back to you in a minute." He nodded and the men cuffed his hands behind him.

"Who are you two?" asked the collector. He got up close to Tony and sniffed him.

"What are you?" asked Tony, but the spirit didn't answer. The men cuffed his and Bryans hands behind them. The spirit walked over to Sam, who was still lying on the ground. "Pick him up!" he said. Sam was jerked roughly to his feet, and held between two more men. It seemed like all the men in the town were out there. The spirit got in Sam's face. "That's twice you were suppose to die, but you didn't. You know what they say about the third time, being the charm, don't you." Sam shook his head. "Please," he said.