Chapte 21

"Leave my brother alone!" yelled Dean. The collector walked back over to him, and became Victor again.

"You just don't learn do you?" asked Victor. Dean didn't say anything.

"Here it is sir," said Michael. "NO!" yelled Dean as Michael handed Victor the remote control. He held it in front of Dean's face like some kind of trophy. Dean shook his head. He knew what Victor was thinking. Sam stared in horror. He also knew.

"Please don't Victor," said Dean. Victor turned to his men. "Do it." he said.

"NO!!!!!" yelled Sam and began to struggle. He tried to pull away, but it was no use. They laid him back in the coffin and cuffed his hands back down!

"SAM!!!" yelled Dean. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe that they were about to bury his brother again. He began to fight, in desperation, to save his brother from going back into that grave. "Please Victor, don't do that to him again!" He looked to his friends for help as tears came to his eyes. Tony, Bryan and Jack tried to get away to help, but it was no use. "VICTOR PLEASE DON'T!!!!" yelled Dean but he wasn't listening. All four men watched in horror as the top to the coffin was put back in place and Sam was buried once again.

"DEAN!!!" yelled Sam frantically, as he heard the dirt being thrown on top of the coffin. "Please," said Sam. "No Victor please!!!" He immediately had trouble breathing as more dirt was placed on top of him. Victor pressed the button and tuned Sam's oxygen on.

"Victor no!" yelled Dean in fear. "God, please don't!" but Victor laughed. Dean looked at Victor, with hatred in his eyes. He couldn't believe they had buried his brother again, while he watched. "I'm going to kill you!" he thought but didn't say anything outloud. He was afraid to.

Victor just grinned. "You wan't to say something to me Dean? Do you want to threaten me?" Dean shook his head. "No, but please get him out of there. He's not going to be able to take that again."

"Too bad, Dean. It's done. I told you he wouldn't be getting out of that grave anytime soon, but if you behave yourself, I may change my mind and let him out, maybe." He walked back over to Jack, and became the collector again. The men jerked him to his feet, because they had still had him on his knees. "So, are you ready to answer my question yet?"

Jack swallowed hard and he looked at Sam's grave and his other three friends.
"What question," he asked.

"What kind of powers do you possess Jack," replied the collector.

"I told you, I don't know what you're talking about." The collector got in his face again. "Yes, you do. I know who you are, just like I knew who Sam and Dean were when they got to this town. You should have stayed away. You should have sent Sam and Dean on their way, and not got involved in the supernatural." Jack swallowed hard as he looked at his friends again. "I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to. I didn't want any of this. I still don't. He was going to kill my friends. I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

The collector turned around. Jack using only his mind shoved him to the ground! This only made the spirit angry. He jumped back up and with rage in his eyes, stormed back over to Jack. He placed his hands on either side of Jack's head. Jack screamed as red hot fiery pain shot through his head!

"Oh God," he yelled as he hit his knees again. He had never felt anything like that. It took his breath away. The collector grabbed his hair, forcing Jack's head back. "Don't you ever do that again! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"

Jack didn't answer. The collector did it again. Jack screamed as the pain became unbearable. "Answer me!"

"Yes!" yelled Jack. "I understand." The collector stopped. Jack fell all the way down to the ground, breathing hard. "Take them away," said the collector as he became Victor again.

"No!" yelled Dean. "I'm not leaving my brother here again!" He began to kick and tried to pull away. He did manage to kick one of the men that were holding him. He was about to kick the other when Victor back handed him, and knocked him down. With his hands cuffed behind him, he couldn't brace himself and landed hard on his already beaten back. He grunted as he hit.

Victor came over and looked at him. "GET UP!!!!" The men jerked Dean to his feet. He looked at Victor who had taken the remote out. "NO!" yelled Dean. "You gonna walk, or do I hurt your damn brother!" Dean didn't have a choice, and him and his friends were led away. "Hang on Sam, " he thought. "I'll get you out."

They led them back into the warehouse where Dean had been held before. They opened up the cell and shoved all four of them inside and removed their cuffs. Dean just sat down and placed his head in his hand. "How could they do that," he thought, "How could they bury Sam again?" He was numb with fear. He knew his brother was probably frantic by now and he couldn't do anything to help him. Victor had even taken the tv out, so Dean had no idea of what they were doing to Sam right now. He couldn't see him. He couldn't talk to him to try to keep him calm. It scared the hell out of him.

Jack walked over and touched Dean's shoulder. He jumped at the contact and looked up, eyes flashing fire. "Get away from me!" Jack removed his hand quickly and held it out in front of him, palm up. "Dean, it's ok." Jack looked to Bryan who was also worried. It wasn't like Dean to be so jumpy. What the hell did they do to them? They still had no idea what was going on. They knew that Victor was possessed by a Demon, but they didn't know what kind yet.

Bryan walked over and sat down by Dean.

"Dean," he said. "Are you ok?" He didn't answer. He just sat there. They had brought Jacks medical bag in with them and let him keep it after they searched it. Dean's cuts needed cleaned, but he was afraid to touch him again. Bryan carefully touched Deans arm. Dean looked at his friend. "Dean," said Bryan. "Jack needs to clean your back, ok? It's going to get infected if he don't." Dean still didn't say anything but he nodded. Jack started toward him but the look that Dean gave him made him stop. Bryan noticed to and said. "Do you know him?" Dean shook his head. This scared Bryan. Dean hadn't acted like this before. Sam had, but not Dean.

"Dean, that's Jack. You know who he is. You know he's not going to hurt you," said Bryan looking into Dean's eyes. They were glassy. Bryan grabbed both shoulders and shook him. "Dean!" He shook his head, to clear the cobwebs, and Bryan watched as his eyes focused. "Are you ok?" he asked with concern.

"What? Yeah I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. " Dean looked up at Jack, who still had not moved. "I'm sorry, Jack. I zoned out." Jack walked up to Dean and felt his forehead. He knew he had a fever because he saw how flushed he was, but he didn't know how high, until he touched his head. "It's ok. Your burning up. You know that?" Dean didn't answer. "I've got to clean your cuts, ok?" Dean nodded again.

Jack walked around behind him and touched his back. Dean flinched but didn't say anything. Jack took a deep breathe and opened his bag. He took out some guaze and some normal saline to clean it with. "This is really bad Dean. I'm not going to lie to you. I've got to clean it, but it's going to hurt like hell. I also need to clean your arms. Dean just sat there. He didn't care. He didn't care about anything but his brother right now.

Jack decided to do his arms first. They wouldn't hurt as bad, as his back was going to. He dressed them then went back around to Dean's back again. He took another deep breathe. "Are you ready?" he asked. Dean nodded. He took the normal saline and poured it down Dean's back. He winced and arched his back as the saline burned him. Something snapped inside! He jumped up, grabbed Jack and threw him up against the bars!

"Dean!" yelled Jack. "Wait a minute!" Dean placed his arm under Jack's throat and pressed, cutting off his air.

"Dean, it's me! Jack!" Jack choked out the words through the breathes he was trying to take. He held his hands up. Tony and Bryan ran over and grabbed Dean, pulling him off Jack. "Dean, stop it!" said Bryan shoving him away. He charged again, but Tony grabbed him. "Stop Dean!" Tony turned him around to face him. His eyes were glassy again. "Shit!" he said and shook him hard. "DEAN!!" He shook his head as his eyes focused again and he saw Tony. "What is it?" he asked, but the other three just looked at him. "What's going on?"

"You just tried to kill Jack." said Tony.

"What?" asked Dean, looking at Jack who was still against the bars. "Why?"

"You didn't act like you knew who he was. "What is wrong with you? What did they do to you?" Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He began to sway. He fell. Tony caught him and lowered him to the floor. "Dean!" He was unconscious. Jack ran over and knelt down. He felt his head. He was so hot, it burned Jacks hand. "He's really burning up." They picked him up and laid him on the cot. Tony held him on his side as Jack finished cleaning his back. He was shivering and there were no covers in the cell so Bryan took off his over shirt and managed to get it on Dean's body. He moaned and opened his eyes.

"Sam," he said, then he remembered. He shot straight up. "SAM!!"

Bryan knelt in front of him. "It's Bryan." Dean laid back down, panting. Jack and Tony also knelt down. "Dean, you have a high fever. Are you feeling ok?" He wouldn't answer.

"Sam's going to be ok." said Bryan. Dean looked fearfully at his friends. "We'll get him out of there, ok, but right now you need to rest. You're sick. What were you two hunting? What did it do to you?"

Dean tried to make the words, Bryan was saying focus, but he couldn't process them. All he heard was noise in his head. He was worried about his brother. Sam almost lost it before, when he was in that grave, and he was afraid that this time he wouldn't be able to take it, especially if Victor started shocking him and cutting off his oxygen supply again.

He tried to get up. "Sam," he said, but Bryan and Jack pushed him back down. "We'll get him Dean. I promise," said Bryan. "Right now you need to rest."

"I can't rest. Not with Sam buried again. They had a monitor in here before, so I could at least talk to him. I don't know what they're doing to him. I got to go get him." He struggled, but they wouldn't let him up. "Please Bryan."

"Dean we're locked in a cell. You can't go get him right now. We will though. We will get Sam out of that grave. I promise. You have to rest right now, and when you wake up, you need to tell us what we're dealing with, and what it's done to you. OK?" Reluctantly Dean stopped struggling and laid back down. He nodded and closed his eyes. He was asleep instantly.