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Chapter 22

Victor came back inside the building. "Oh no you don't," he said and walked over to the cell. The men opened it and pointed their guns as Tony, Jack and Bryan backed up. Victor went over to the cot Dean was lying on, and kicked him hard in the side!

"Wake up!" Dean jerked awake and looked around. "I didn't say you could sleep," said Victor. He watched as Dean struggled to sit up. "Sam?"

"I'll be dealing with Sam soon, right now my master is hungry again. He looked around at his prisoners, trying to decide which one to take. He looked at Tony, and a cold chill went down his spine. Several men came in and pulled him out of the cell.

"Tony," yelled Bryan. Tony began to struggle as the cell door was locked back, locking the others inside. Bryan grabbed the bars, "What are you going to do?" He was suddenly afraid for his partner. Tony struggled but couldn't get away. The men dragged him over to the center of the room and chained his hands above his head. Tony watched as Victor turned into the soul collector. He walked over to where Tony was chained. He bent down and sniffed him. Tony tried to move away, but of course he couldn't.

"What are you doing," he asked as the collector placed his hands on either side of Tony's head. Pain shot through his head and he screamed. The collector took a knife and sliced Tony's throat causing it to bleed. Tony winced as the collector licked the blood off. He clamped down and drank. Tony gasped as a strange feeling came over him. When the spirit was through, he just hung there dazed.

"Tony!" yelled Bryan again, as he grabbed the bars. Michael hit his hands with a metal bar forcing him to let go. "Is he ok? What the hell did you do to him? What are you? I'll kill you if you hurt him!" Bryan spewed the words like venom as he watched his partner helplessly. The collector looked at Bryan. "What did you say?"

"You heard me, you son of a bitch. I'll kill you!" Bryan yelled the words at the collector, his temper getting the best of him. Bryan realized, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, that it was a mistake. He backed up as he saw the collectors eyes. They were full of rage and hate. Bryan hadn't seen that kind of rage in about 5 months. He had prayed then that he would never have to see it again.

Dean had tried to warn him, but he could hardly move. He was weak and exhausted and Bryan spoke before he could get the words out. The collector became Victor again and looked in the cell at Dean. "Come here!" he said. The men opened up the door again. Dean struggled to his feet and walked over to Victor. He was afraid of what would happen to Sam if he didn't do what he was told.

Victor pulled him out of the cell, and locked Jack and Bryan inside. He took out the remote and held it in his hand. Dean just looked at it and said, "Don't, please."

Victor slammed him up against the bars, he grunted as his back hit hard. "You better teach the new ones the rules," said Victor. He held the remote, taunting Dean with it. He closed his eyes. He was so afraid. He was trying hard not to pass out. Victor slapped him hard. Dean jerked back awake. "Watch me!" He watched as Victor pressed the button.

"NO!!" yelled Dean. "DON'T!!!!!

Sam jerked as he was shocked. "Oh, God," he said. "not again." He was trying hard not to panic, but if Victor started doing that again, he didn't know if he would be able to stay calm. He already felt like he was going to loose his mind. He jerked again as he was shocked for the 2nd time. It was harder this time.

"No," yelled Sam. "Oh God please!" When he was shocked for the third time, Sam cried out in pain and in fear.

"Help me! Somebody get me out of here!" He yelled it at the top of his lungs. He kicked the casket with his feet trying fo get out. He began to thrash around again as the panic attack began.

"Stop it!" yelled Dean "Leave him alone! I'm doing what you say! Why are you hurting him?" Dean was frantic. He knew what Victor had done, and he
knew that Sam was probably going crazy right about now. "Leave my brother alone!"

"I just don't want you or your friends in their to forget whose in charge," said Victor. He hit Dean hard in the stomach and he doubled over in pain. They threw him back in the cell and he hit hard on his side. "Sam," he said.

Jack and Bryan ran over to where Dean lay.

"Dean," yelled Bryan. He just lay there. He couldn't move. He was so tired and was hurting all over. He began to cough. Jack felt his forehead. His fever was up more. Jack looked at Bryan. "He is burning up, Bryan. We have to get his fever down." He took out a thermometer as they uncuffed Tony, throwing him in the cell also. Bryan ran over to his partner. "Tony, are you ok," he asked, "answer me." Tony just stared staight ahead. Bryan looked at Jack.

"Dean," said Jack. He opened his eyes and looked up weakly at Jack. "Open your mouth," he said. Dean did as he was told and Jack inserted a thermometer. While it read, he went over to check Tony. He knealt down. "Tony," he said, but Tony didn't answer. "What did that thing do to him?" Bryan just looked at his partner. "I don't know."

Jack went back over to Dean and took out the thermometer. He looked at Bryan. "It's 105F," said Jack. "We have to get his fever down." Dean coughed some more. Victor came inside the cell and grabbed Jack, jerking him to his feet. "What the hell are you doing," he asked. Jack shook his head. "Nothing. I'm just taking his temperature." Victor snatched the thermometer and his bag and threw them both outside the cell.

"I've got to get his fever down," said Jack, "or he's going to die."

"Oh, well," said Victor. "Let him." He pushed Jack backwards. He grabbed Bryan and pulled him out of the cell. "What's your name," he asked but Bryan didn't answer. He grabbed him around the throat and squeezed, cutting off his airway. "What is your name!"

"Bryan, my name is Bryan, ok?"

"Well Bryan, who the hell do you think you are? You threatened my Master. You don't do that. You're the damn prisoner remember?" He handed him over to Michael. "Don't kill him," he said.

"Yes sir," said Michael and pulled him over to the wall, where he chained his hands and feet.

"Help me!" yelled Sam. "Get me out of here!" The panic was building. He was loosing it and he knew it. He could feel his sanity slippping away piece by piece. He kicked the casket again as hard as he could, but still couldn't get loose. His wrist were bleeding where he had pulled and tugged at the cuffs. He knew that even if he had kicked the casket open, he was still buried. There was no where for him to go.

"Dean! Please get me out of here!" He knew that Dean couldn't hear him. If he could, then he'd be here. Victor flipped the switch. "Hello, Sam. Are you comfy," taunted Victor. He didn't answer. This made Victor mad. "Answer me Sam!"

"I don't know what you want me to say. Please let me out of here!"

"No," said Victor. "I just thought I would come and let you know, that Dean is very sick."

"What? What's wrong with him?" Now Sam was afraid for his brother.
"What did you do to him?"

"I guess that he's feeling the effects of my Master feeding off of him. Tell me Sam, why is it that when my Master fed off you, you tried to kill yourself, but when he fed off Dean, he tried to kill his friends?"

"I don't know. Who did he try to kill?"

"Jack," said Victor. "I can't wait to see what Tony does."

"You fed off him to?" asked Sam.

"Yes, but I did something different to him," said Victor. "He'll feel the effects sooner. I can't wait to see what happens."

"Victor please get me out of here!" Something was wrong. Sam was having a hard time breathing. "You cut off my air didn't you," asked Sam fearfully as a new panic attack was threatening to come on. "I CAN'T BREATHE!!! PLEASE!!!!"

"No Sam, I didn't cut your air off. I just cut down to almost nothing."

"Why," screamed Sam in shock.

"I want to make sure you stay alive, Sam, but decreased oxygen's going to make you tired and sluggish. Be careful not to panic or you'll die, because you won't have enough air to comepensate for the increased breathing. Have a good night now." Victor laughed and shut off the speaker.

"NO VICTOR! PLEASE!" He had air, but just barely. He tried hard not to panic. He tried hard to calm down and not hyperventilate. He knew what Victor was doing now. He was slowly killing him. He was trying to suffocate him. "Help me Dean," he said and closed his eyes as the decreased oxygen took it's toll and Sam passed out.