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Chapter 23

Michael walked over to Bryan. "You threatened my Master Bryan," he said.

"It wasn't a threat," said Bryan through clenched teeth. Michael just smile. "Another smart ass to break," he thought. He walked over to the table with all his goodies on it. He picked up a a long thin metal tube with a point on the end of it, and walked back over to Bryan, who looked at it warily.

"What do you do for a living Bryan," asked Michael conversationally.

"I'm a cop," said Bryan. Michael nodded. "Figures. I don't like cops." Michael traced the tube down the side of Bryan's face.

"Sorry to hear that," said Bryan, "I don't like psycho's who torture people just for kicks either." Michael hit Bryan in the face, busting his lip. Bryan winced as he tasted the blood. "Then you're really not going to like me," he said. He placed the tube in Bryan's ear. Bryan closed his eyes as Michael pushed it inside. Bryan screamed as pain shot through his eardrum! He pulled it out. He was beginning to breathe, heavier, then Michael went around to Bryans other side, and pushed the metal down into his other ear. He screamed in agony again as the metal pressed against the inside of his head. When he took it out, both ears were bleeding.

Jack jumped up and concentrated. He threw his mind at Michael, knocking him backwards and unlocked the cell door. Jack stepped out. "Leave him alone," he said in a dangerously low voice. Michael was shocked. He had know idea that Jack could move things with his mind. He jumped up, but Jack pinned him to the wall, without even touching him. He walked over and gagged him, to keep him from yelling out.

"Bryan," he said, running over to where he was chained. He looked at his ears. The bleeding had stopped almost instantly which was good. Michael didn't do much damage, but Jack knew that he would if he didn't get them out of there. "Are you ok," he asked Bryan. Jack unchained him, and Bryan fell.

"Yeah, I'm ok." said Bryan as Jack helped him up.

"Come on, let's get out of here," said Jack. They ran over to the cell. Both froze at what they saw. Tony had walked over to Dean and had placed his hands around his throat!

"Tony," said Bryan softly as he walked over to his partner. "What's going on?"

Tony looked at Bryan. "He's evil," he said indicating Dean.

"No Tony he's not evil. He's Dean. That's Dean man. What are you doing?" Dean opened his eyes. He felt Tony's hands around his throat and was afraid to move.

"Tony let him go. You're about to kill your friend. That's Dean, man, come on." Tony shook his head to clear his mind. He looked down at Dean and what he was about to do. "Oh God," he said and removed his hands. Bryan ran over to him. "Are you ok," he asked. Tony nodded, "Yeah. I'm sorry."

"It's ok. Come on, let's get out of here." Bryan and Jack helped Dean to his feet. Tony followed behind still dazed.

"Sam," said Dean weakly. "We have to get Sam. He'll kill him if we don't. Please Bryan."

"We'll get him Dean. Come on." They hurried outside and ran to the back where Sam was buried. They laid Dean on the ground. Bryan, Tony and Jack started to dig. They reached the coffin and pried off the top. "Sam!" said Tony. All three froze. "What the hell?" They looked at each other and then at Dean, who struggled to sit up. Something was wrong. Dean didn't like the way they were looking at him.

"What is it," asked Dean weakly and began to crawl to Sam's grave.

"Stay there Dean," said Bryan running over to him.

"Forget it. What's wrong? Is he dead?" He began breathing hard as he continued to crawl. He was to weak to stand. Bryan grabbed him.

"Get off me Bryan!" he said and shoved his hands away.

"Dean," said Jack.

"No Jack!" yelled Dean. He reached the coffin and looked inside. "Oh my God," he said. "NO!!!!!" It was empty! Sam wasn't there. Victor had dug him up and now he was his prisoner at God only knew where.

"NO!!!!!" yelled Dean. "Victor!" Bryan ran over to Dean.

"Be quiet Dean," he said.

"He's got my brother Bryan! That damn soul collector has my brother! I don't know where he is! There's no telling what he's doing to him!" Dean struggled to his feet.

"Victor, you son of a bitch," yelled Dean. Bryan grabbed him.

"Shut up," Bryan said shaking him. "We can't help him if we get ourselves captured again. Let's go."

"No. I'm not leaving him here. He'll kill him Bryan. He told me if I tried to escape one more time, he would kill Sam."

"Dean, we can't help him if we're prisoners again, now come on!" said Bryan.

"No," yelled Dean shoving Bryan back.

"Dean," said Bryan. He walked up and grabbed him again, but Dean pushed him back. Jack came up behind him and hit him, knocking him out.

"I'm sorry Dean," said Jack and him and Tony picked him up and got him out of there. They found Jacks car where he had left it. They laid Dean in the back seat and took off. They rented a motel not to far from the warehouse. There was no way they were going to leave Sam with that demon. No way in hell. They would find him.

Sam moaned and woke up. Where was he? He was no longer buried, but he was in some kind of cell, and he was alone. Dean and the others were no where around. This scared him almost as much as the grave. He looked around. There were bars on the windows and the doors. Both his hands and feet were tied wide to the bed, but he was lying on his stomach, not his back to make sure he didn't move much. His shirt had been removed again revealing his back. His head was killing him, and he hurt all over. He looked around again trying to get his bearings. He was so dizzy. He felt like he had been drugged.

Victor came inside the room, and walked over to Sam. He looked down at him with hatred in his eyes. Sam strained his neck to see what Victor had in mind. Why was he tied down this way? This couldn't be good he thought.

"Hello Sam, " said Victor as he checked the cuffs that held him to the bed. "I was wondering when you would wake up. The drug I gave you was stronger than I thought. "

"Where am I," asked Sam weakly, then watched as Victor took a pair of scissors and began to cut his jean's all the way up, reavealing his legs.

"None of your business Sam, but know this. You are my prisoner, and you're all by yourself. Do I make myself clear? I have no problem hurting you and you know it." Sam swallowed hard.

"Where is my brother?"

"In a place where he can't help you. Nobody can help you Sam. Nobody knows where you are. They think you're still buried, and I can make that happen again, if you don't behave yourself, do you understand?"

Sam didn't answer. Victor came up to him and angrily hit him in the back of the head. Sam winced. "Answer me Sam! Do you understand me! Do you want to go back in the ground?"

"No, please. I understand." said Sam. "Why am I here," he asked.

"My Master wants you here. I just wanted to kill you, but he still wants you alive."

"Why," asked Sam. "Why don't you just kill me. It's what you want." Sam watched as the soul collector surfaced. He tried to shrink back, but with his arms and legs tied down he didn't get far.

"I don't want you dead Sam. Not anytime soon. You're tasty and I want to use you for food, plus I want to find out how you got out of my grasp when I fed off you before. You're suppose to be dead. You were suppose to kill yourself a long time ago. I wan't to find out why you didn't. I know that part of the reason you didn't was because of Dean. I'm in the process of taking care of him as we speak. You know, the human body, when it bleeds out, takes about 24 hours for the blood cells to replace themselves. That means that I can feed off you for awhile. I want to find out what's so damn special about you."

The collector came over and touched the back of Sam's head. He flinched.
"No," said Sam, afraid for the demon to touch him, but the collector didn't do anything to him. Not this time. He became Victor again and grabbed a metal pole, tracing it down Sam's back and both of his legs. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Please," he said, "don't." Victor raised the pole and hit Sam in the back, several times. Sam winced, but didn't cry out. Victor didn't hit him as hard as he could. He only hit him hard enough for Sam to get the message.

"Just remember Sam," said Victor grabbing him by his hair and forcing his head back. "You're the prisoner. If would be good for you not to forget that fact." He let Sam go and Sam took some deep breaths. Victor took out a syringe. Sam stared. "No," he said, as Victor inserted the drug into his arm. Immediately Sam got very sleepy as the drug took effect. "Why did you give me that," he asked.

"To keep you where I put you. Sleep well. Sam passed out. Victor left and locked the cell door behind him.

Dean woke up. He was shivering. He looked around. He was in a bathtub and the water was freezing. He felt a presence and turned to see Bryan sitting on the commode beside him.

"Hey," he said. "How do you feel?" Dean just looked around. "Where am I," he asked.

"You're in a motel," answered Bryan. "Can you get up." Dean nodded and stood up. He looked down. "I still have my clothes on.," he said.

"Yeah, I know," said Bryan. "You wasn't taking a bath, we were trying to get your fever down. Looks like it worked. Listen, me and you are about the same size, so I brought you in some dry clothes. I'll leave so you can change." Bryan left the bathroom, and closed the door. He was holding off the inevitable question Dean was sure to ask, as long as possible. it wasn't long enough. Dean came out of the bathroom. "Where's Sam?" he said looking around for his brother.

"You don't remember," asked Tony.

"Remeber what," replied Dean as alarm bells started going off in his head.
"Where is he?" Bryan took a deep breath. "He wasn't in the coffin Dean, remember? It was empty. Victor's moved him somewhere else."

Dean's eyes went cold and anger flashed. "What? How did I get here ? I have to go back."

"No," said Bryan, "you can't."

"Bryan, Victor said that if I tried to get away again, he would kill Sam. I have to go back." He headed for the door. Tony and Bryan both stood in front of it and Dean was still to weak to fight, so he just glared. "He's going to kill him Bryan. As soon as they find out I'm not there, Victor will kill Sam. Tony, I have to go!" Dean began to panic. Then he got angry.

"Wait a minute," he said. "I remember. Who hit me?" Bryan looked at Jack.

"YOU," said Dean. "You hit me!"

"I had to Dean, you were yelling and screaming and you were fighting. We had to get you out of there. We were afraid you would alert somebody that we'd escaped," said Jack. Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was filled with anger, as he looked at Jack. "He still has my brother, Jack!"yelled Dean. "He's going to kill him." Dean was furious. Didn't they understand. His brother was out there somewhere. He couldn't even begin to imagine what they were putting him through right now. Dean couldn't help him and he was scared.