I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and I hope you all have a Happy New Year. Here's the update. I hope you still like it. I know I enjoyed writing it. LOL.

This one is extra long because it's been awhile since I updated. Hope you all don't mind.

chapter 24

"Look, Dean..." said Jack, but Dean launched himself at him. "I'll kill you!" He slammed Jack against the wall.

"Shit," said Bryan and ran over to Dean. He knew this was going to happen. Dean was always a hothead.

"Dean!" He pulled him off Jack. "Stop it," said Bryan and pushed him back toward Tony who grabbed him and held him still.

"How could you?" Dean was more than scared, he was furious. "He's going to kill my brother if I don't go back! He's already told me he would, and I believe him."

"Dean, we'll get Sam back, I promise," said Bryan, but we can do it better if we're not prisoners ourselves, ok?" Dean looked at these people in frustration, and screamed, "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!!! HE'S GOING TO KILL SAM!" He looked at Jack and tried to pull away, but Tony held him and began shaking his own head. Bryan saw it, but couldn't think about Tony right now.

"Jack, if Victor kills my brother, I'm going to kill you. Understand!" yelled Dean.

"Calm down," said Bryan. "He's not going to kill Sam."

"How do you know that," asked Dean as he jerked away from Tony.

"Because, if he wanted to kill Sam, he'd been dead along time ago." said Bryan.

"He's already tried it twice Bryan, did you forget. The only reason he didn't die is because we were there. We're not there now! I don't know where he is!" Dean began to sway. Jack started toward him, but the look Dean gave him warned him he'd better stay away.

"Stay the hell away from me," said Dean, not wanting any part of Jack right now.

"I need to check you out," said Jack.

"No, you need to stay away," said Dean.

"Dean, he won't kill Sam. He wants to scare you. He wants you to suffer. Even if Victor wanted to kill him, the soul collector don't or he'd be dead. Victor will do what his Master wants. We'll find him ok. We'll get him back, I promise, but I'm not letting you go back there, he's not at the warehouse and you will walk right into a trap. I'm not going to let that happen." Bryan came over to Dean and looked in his eyes, and said, "We'll get him back. I swear to you we will."

Dean grabbed his head. Bryan touched his arm, but Dean jerked it away. Then he fell. "Dean," said Bryan, catching him and laying him back down on the bed. Jack rushed over and felt his head.

"Son of a bitch," said Jack. "He's still burning up. I can't get his fever down." He went outside to his car and got some medicine and ran back inside.

"What's that," asked Tony rubbing his own head.

"It's medicine." Jack began pulling it up in a syringe.

"What kind," asked Bryan.

"One's an antibiotic and the other is a sedative." said Jack.

"Wait a minute," said Bryan. "Why are you wanting to give him a sedative?"
He walked over and grabbed Jack's arm.

"Because Bryan, he's hurt, and he's exhausted. He needs to rest, and he's not going to unless we make him. We have got to get his fever down." Jack tried to give him the medicine but Bryan stopped him.

"No," said Bryan.

"What," asked Jack, not believing what he was hearing.

"You can give him the antibiotic, but not the sedative." said Bryan.

"Bryan," said Jack. "If he don't rest, that fever is not going down. If it don't, he going to die."

"Jack, his brother is still out there somewhere. You know how he feels about Sam. He already thinks we've betrayed him. If you knock him out, he's going to come unglued when he wakes up," said Bryan.

"At least he'd be alive Bryan," said Jack.

"You're not giving him a sedative Jack." said Bryan. Jack looked at Bryan and then at Tony.

"I agree with Bryan," said Tony. "Dean is scared to death right now. His brother is out there somewhere and the guy that has him promised Dean if he got away again, he would kill Sam. I don't think he will because the demon wants them both. He'll use Sam to get Dean, but Dean is scared for his brother and he's angry at us. If you give him that sedative, he'll never trust us again."

"Fine," said Jack and threw the sedative down. He gave Dean the antibiotic and then stormed out of the room. Both Tony and Bryan blew out a breathe and Jack slammed the door.

"Well," said Tony, "this is going to be a hell of a lot of fun. Now Jack's angry to. He started to rub his head again.

"You sure are doing that a lot," said Byan nervously.

"Doing what," asked Tony.

"Rubbing your head," said Bryan. "Are you ok?"

"I guess," said Tony. "I just feel funny. Strange. I don't know what it is."
Bryan just looked at his partner, but didn't say anything. "What did that thing do to you?" he thought and went outside to talk to Jack.

Victor stormed into the room where Sam was being held and slapped him hard in the back of the head. Sam winced, and said, "What?" He didn't like the look on Victors face. "What had happened," thought Sam. Whatever it was, it made Victor very angry.

He grabbed the metal pipe again, and as Sam braced, he hit him in the back. Harder than before. Sam cried out.

"What is it," he asked in fear, raising his head to look at Victor. Victor came over and shoved his head back down to the mattress. "Your brother and your friends got away!" he said.

"Thank God," said Sam and grunted as Victor hit him again.

"You won't. You will not get away. Do you understand me! They won't find you Sam. I told Dean, if he tried to get away again, you would die. I guess he didn't believe me! I'm going to kill you Sam. When my master is done with you, you will die!"

Sam began breathing hard as Victor hit him with the pipe for the third time, then he became the soul collector.

"NO!" yelled Sam as he grabbed his head. Fire shot through his mind. Red hot fire, that would have brought him to his knee's if he'd not already been laying down. He screamed in agony as the pain increased! Michael came into the room. Sam could tell that he was also very angry. The collector looked at Michael.

"I want him to hurt Michael. I don't want you to kill him, but I want him hurt. Do you understand me!"

"Yes sir," said Michael stepping back from his Masters anger. The collector had always been calm, not like this.

"I want him to bleed! I'll be back soon!" He looked at Sam and grabbed him by the hair. "You only think you've felt pain, son. You haven't felt anything yet, but you will." He let Sam go.

"Please!" yelled Sam as the collector left. Sam looked at Michael and shook his head. "No," said Sam as Michael approached him.

Bryan walked out to where Jack was at. He took a deep breathe. "Jack, I'm sorry, ok, but I'm not going to let you give Dean a sedative."

"I got that Bryan," said Jack angrily. "I care about those two as much as you do."

"I know you do," answered Bryan.

"I can't help Sam right now. I wish I could but I can't. I can help Dean. Last time I checked, his fever was 106F. Now I'm telling you as a doctor, if we don't get it down, he is going to die. I can give him the antibiotics, but he needs to rest and we both know that he's not going to do that."

"Jack, Deans brother is missing. He's in the hands of a demon, and we have no idea, where he's being held. Dean is scared, and he thinks we've betrayed him, but if we knock him out, and something happens to Sam, he'll never forgive us. I know he needs to rest. We'll make him rest, ok. We'll make him stay in bed until Victor contacts us, but I'm not going to let you knock him out. Not while Sam's missing. He needs to stay awake."

Jack blew out a breath and nodded. "Ok, but it's not going to be easy to make him rest, unless he's unconscious."

"I know. We're in for one hell of a fight." Bryan and Jack grinned at each other and went back inside. They froze when they entered the motel. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"Tony," said Bryan more calmly than he felt. "What are you doing?" Tony's eyes were glassy and he had a gun pointed right at Dean's head.

"He's evil, and he needs to die," said Tony. Dean was afraid to move. He knew what was going on, but Sam tried to kill himself.

"No, Tony," said Bryan. "He's not evil. That's Dean. Come on now, put the gun down." Tony looked at Bryan. "Who are you," he asked. Bryan shook his head. "What? You don't know who I am?"

"No, why would I ask you if I knew who you were." He looked at Jack, "I don't know who you are either, but this one right here, I know. He's evil."

"Tony, I'm Bryan. That's Jack and your holding a gun on Dean. Now come on, put it down." Tony shook his head. "No," he said.

"Get up," he said to Dean. Slowly Dean rose to his feet and held his hands up. He was still so dizzy, and so tired, and he wasn't sure how long he would be able to stay on his feet.

"Over here," said Tony. Dean did as he was told. "Sit down." Dean sat. Tony went behind him, still pointing the gun at Dean's head. Jack came around. "Don't move," said Tony, and Jack stopped. "Don't try anything. I'll blow him away, before you get the chance. He's evil and he needs to die."

"Why do you keep saying that," asked Bryan, trying to talk Tony down. "He is not evil. That's Dean Tony, he's your friend. All of us are your friends. You need to put that gun down. You need to snap out of this. TONY!!!"

Tony shook his head as his eyes focused. "What's going on," he asked. He saw his partner and he saw that he had a gun to Dean's head. "Oh God," he said, dropping the gun. "Not again." Bryan ran over to him. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I think so," said Tony. Bryan came around to Dean and touched his shoulder. "Dean," he asked. Jack came over and felt his head. He shook his head. "He's still burning up." Dean didn't even know what was going on. "Come on Dean," said Bryan and they helped him up and got him back to bed. They knew that he was still very angry at them and scared for his brother. "Come on," said Jack. "You need to rest."

"Sam," said Dean. He let Jack put him back to bed. He wanted to scream out at these people, that they needed to let him go get his brother, but he couldn't form the words, and right now, he didn't have any fight left in him, so he just got back to bed, like they told him.

"We'll get Sam, Dean," said Bryan. "I promise." Dean passed out. Jack gave him another shot of antibiotics and looked at Bryan.

"Well, at least when he's unconscious, he's resting." Jack covered him up. Bryan just smiled and looked at his partner, who was still rubbing his head.

"Tony," said Bryan.

"I'm ok," said Tony. "I don't feel as strange as I did. Maybe whatever that demon did to me is beginning to wear off."

"I hope so," said Bryan.

"I'm sorry," said Tony.

"It's ok, it's not your fault." said Bryan.

"That's twice I've tried to kill Dean."

"Yeah, but he knows it wasn't you, besides his fevers so high, he's not going to remember it anyway." Tony nodded and went over to sit by Dean. Bryan was going to keep and eye on Tony. Just in case.

Victor came back in to where Sam still lay. He was still chained to the bed, on his stomach, arms and legs spread wide.

"What's taking so long Michael? The Master is hungry and thirsty again."

"Just thought he'd like to watch." said Michael. Victor grinned and the collector surfaced. He walked over to Sam, and touched his head, causing Sam to flinch. Then he rubbed his hand down his back. Sam recoiled at the touch.

"Please don't," said Sam, but neither was listening. The collector nodded to Michael and stepped back. Sam strained his head to see what was happening.

"Lay down!" said Michael and shoved his head to the mattress. "Don't move!" He took a staight razor and cut several long places in Sam's legs. Sam winced as his skin was sliced. The cuts started to bleed. They weren't deep, they were just enough to cause pain. The collector went over and looked, grinning.

"Oh God, no," said Sam as the spirit bent down and licked the blood off. The collector waited, because Michael wasn't finished. He took some electrical wires and touched them to the cuts. Sam screamed and arched his back as electricity shot through his system.

Michael grabbed Sam's hair, pulling his head back and said. "Do you and your brother like to share things Sam?"

"What?" asked Sam breathing hard.

"I hope you do, because I'm about to do to your back what I did to Deans." Michael grinned as realization hit Sam. "No," said Sam in fear. Please don't." Michael let go of his hair. He turned to the table, and got a nail gun. When he turned back Sam saw it. "NO!" he yelled. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I'm sorry Sam, but I don't have my staple gun with me." Michael went over and placed the nail gun to his right shoulder blade. He pulled the trigger and shot a nail inside! Sam screamed. "PLEASE," and then Michael placed it to his left shoulder blade, shooting a nail there to! Sam screamed as he brought the gun down to his left side and inserted one there and then his right. Sam screamed again, and Michael went over to pick up the same ceremonial dagger, he'd used on Dean's back.

The collector stopped him. He held out his hand. "Let me," he said to Michael and Michael handed him the knife.

"Please," said Sam again. "Stop this." The collector traced the knife down Sam's back. Sam struggled, but the way he was tied, there was no way he could get away. He knew what was coming so he closed his eyes and braced against the pain. The collector made a long deep cut, in the form of an "X" all the way down Sam's back connecting the nails. He screamed as blood poured down. The collector threw the knife down and knealt down. he licked the blood repeatedly until Sam stopped bleeding, and then he placed his hands on his back, shooting fire through is system. Sam screamed in agony as the pain increased and then he grabbed Sam's head, sending a firey pain through his brain. He screamed again. Then the collector became Victor.

"Still glad they got away?" asked Victor triumphantly. "Be sure to tell them when you see them Sam, what them getting away, did to you, ok? That is if you make it out alive." Sam was on the verge of hyperventilating. He was in so much pain. His back and legs were burning and throbbing from the trauma. He was afraid that they still weren't finished. He was right as Victor took a hammer and removed the nails, very slowly, so it would cause Sam even more pain. He winced as they were removed. Victor came around and knealt down, whispering in Sam's ear. "You're going to die Sam."

He took a syringe out of his pocket and inserted it into Sam's arm again, delivering more of the drug. Sam didn't even try to fight this time. He was so tired and as Victor watched, he passed out again. Victor grinned and walked out of the cell, locking the door back. "Now for your brother," he said and left, leaving men to stand guard.