Chapter 28
"What the hell are you doing to him," said Dean. "What's in the damn needle?"
Victor just looked at Dean and said, "It's a drug that make's Sam's blood richer for my Master. It also keeps him from escaping." He walked up to Dean and traced the the cut that the collector had placed on his throat days before. It had scabbed over and was almost healed. Victor became the collector again and Dean winced as the men held him still.
"I'm going to use him for food Dean," said the collector. "I'll feed off him for days, even weeks if I so desire, which right now, I do. I'm going to drain him over and over again, then allow his body time to make new blood cells, then, I'm going to drain him again. I'm going to do that over and over Dean. It's very painful as you know. When I'm through and I've had my fill of him, I'm going to kill him."
Dean sneered and his eyes went stone cold. He looked the demon dead in the eyes. "I'm going to destroy you, you son of a bitch. I'm even going to kill the host that you possess. I'm going to send you back to hell where you came from," he said through clenched teeth. The collector hit Dean hard in the face causing him to see stars!
"You're not very smart Dean, you know that? I've got you and your brother. You are both my prisoners and you're still threatening me." The collector looked at the men and they slammed Dean up against the wall and held him there. The collector walked over.
"I do not like to be threatened." He placed his hands on either side of Dean's head. Firey hot pain shot through his brain and he screamed as the pain peirced his head. Sam woke up and saw what was happening to his brother.
"No," he yelled. "Dean!" He tried to get up, but he was so weak. He counldn't move. The collector looked back at Sam and then he looked at Dean again and grinned an evil grin. Dean shook his head in fear and anger.
"Tie him up!" he said. They shoved Dean into a chair and strapped his hands and feet down to it.
"Now him!" said the collector gesturing toward Sam.
"No! Leave him alone." cried Dean. The men walked over and recuffed Sam back down to the bed, on his back this time, but spread eagled with his arms and legs cuffed wide.
"No!" yelled Dean again. "I'm sorry, ok," but the collector had stopped listening and concentrated on what he was going to do to Sam to make Dean pay. He had learned long ago what he needed to do to hurt Dean the most. Just hurt Sam.
"Please!" yelled Dean. "Leave my brother alone! I said I was sorry!" He looked anxiously at Sam, who was staring up in fear at the collector.
"You're brother just doesn't learn Sam." He didn't say anything. He was to afraid to.
"I'm going to have to teach him a lesson I guess." The collector grinned again and looked at Dean.
Michael had the men drag Bryan into another room. "What," asked Bryan, sounding a little bored, "more metal in my ears?" He grinned, but got scared when he saw a chair in the middle of the room. The front legs of the chair were in a large tub of water. They shoved Bryan into it and took off his shoe's and socks. They placed his feet in the water and strapped them to the chair legs.
"What are you doing," asked Bryan looking around. They strapped his hands to the arms of the chair.
"No Bryan. This is going to hurt a lot more than metal in your ears." He walked over to a closet and pulled out the machine. Bryan stared in shock at what he saw.
"Tell me Bryan," said Michael conversationally. "Do you know what this is?" Bryan didn't answer at first but then he swallowed hard and said, "What are you going to do with that?" He didn't really want to know the answer.
"This is a defibrilator Bryan. This is what they use in hospitals to jump start peoples hearts that have died."
"I know what it is?" said Bryan, a sick feeling coming over him.
"I've found some very good uses for it." Michael took the paddles in his hands and placed some gel on them. He rubbed them together and turned the machine on. Bryan begin to chew nervously on his bottom lip as Michael came over to him.
"You're feet being in that water is going to make it hurt a whole lot more." Michael grinned. "Each time I do this Bryan I'm going to increase the voltage. Let's see how much you can take. Let's see what happens, shall we?"
Bryan shrank back as Michael placed the paddles on the sides of his head. He closed his eyes as Michael pressed the button, sending electricity through his brain! He screamed in agony and Michael just grinned. "This is going to be fun," said Michael.
Bryan looked at Michael stunned as he turned the dial to increase the voltage.. He placed more gel on the paddles and rubbed them together once again. He placed them on Bryan's head and pressed the button. Bryan screamed again as more electricity flooded his brain! This time when Bryan looked at Michael, he was barely conscious.
Michael laughed evilly. "Let's do it again."
"No," said Bryan, but could hardly form the word. He felt like his head was going to explode, because the pain was so bad.
"Oh come on Bryan, be a sport." Michael increased the voltage again, placed gel on the paddles and shocked him for the third time. Bryan screamed as his whole body jerked and contorted in pain. The water was acting like a current for the electricity to flow. Bryan couldn't stand the pain anymore and passed out.
Michael put the paddles down and said, "wake up soon, Bryan. We're just getting started. He left him tied to the chair, feet still in the water
"Get the hell away from my brother, man!" yelled Dean as the collector was still trying to decide what to do to Sam.
Sam shook his head in fear. "Please don't." he said. The collector touched Sam's head causing him to flinch at the contact. He tried to move away, but was unable to because he had been tied down once again and he couldn't move because of the drug. He could feel everything though. He was at the collectors mercy and he knew it. So did Dean, and it scared him to death. So much so that Dean forgot about being a tough guy.
"Leave him alone, please. I told you I was sorry," pleaded Dean, but the collector ignored him as he focused on Sam.
"Your brother is a smart ass, Sam," he said. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach him a lesson. He looked at Dean. "I believe that Victor said he would make his front look like his back. Now that sounds like a real good idea to me."
"Please," said Dean, then he screamed, "NO!!!" as the collector took out another syringe and gave him more of the drug that held Sam in place. The collector then rubbed his hand down Sam's chest and pushed aside the legs of the jeans that had been cut earlier. Sam was scared. He had a feeling what was about to happen. Dean was scared to. He couldn't do anything to help him. All he could do was watch.
"NO!" screamed Sam as the collector pressed his hands down on his chest. Sam closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the pain that was slowly flooding his body.
"Oh God," said Sam and finally couldn't take it anymore and cried out. He felt like his body was on fire. He felt like his insides were burning as the collector slowly traced his hands down his chest and both of his legs. It was almost unbearable and Sam cried out again. "PLEASE!!!!" he yelled. "STOP!!!!!"
"SAM!!!" yelled Dean as he began tugging at the straps that held him to the chair. Men stood by his side to make sure he didn't go anywhere. He watched in horror as the collector just grinned. He was enjoying himself that was for sure. "LET HIM GO!!!!" yelled Dean. "You bastard!!!! SAMMY!!!!"
The collector stopped and picked up a knife. He traced the point of it down Sam's chest and he flinched as he made a cut just above his heart causing it to bleed. The collector traced it with his finger and licked it off. Then he went down and licked it off his chest. "I'll be back with you soon, Sam," he said removing the knife. "Unfortunantly, you're not ready for me to feed yet. it won't be long though and I'll have a feast. I don't want to kill you, just drain you. It will probably be weeks, before I want to kill you. You're just so tasty."
Sam began breathing hard as the pain in his chest got worse. The collector walked back over to Dean. He grabbed his head and forced it back. "When I do feed off him again I'm going to make you watch, but until then," he said taking the knife. "You'll have to do."
Dean winced as the collector used the knife to cut down into the scab on his neck opening it back up again and making it bleed. Dean gritted his teeth as he sliced into his throat. He squeezed his eyes against the pain. The collector bent down to him and licked off the blood. "I forgot how tasty you are," he said as he sliced a place in the other side of his neck. He licked all that blood to. Dean grimaced and fought the nausea that was trying to come over him.
"Dean," said Sam weakly. The collector came back over to Sam and became Victor. He grabbed Sam's head and said, "You better tell your brother, not to threaten Sam. It won't be healthy for you." He shoved his head back down to the mattress and left with the men, locking the cell door behind him.
Dean looked at his brother. "Are you ok," he asked. Sam didn't answer and Dean shook his head. "Sam don't do this again man, talk to me please." Slowly Sam turned his head and looked at his brother. It was the only thing that he could move. Dean gasped. "SAM!" His eyes looked vacant, haunted, even. He was so pale. The place on his chest was trickling blood. "No," said Dean. He bent down and with his teeth got one strap loose. He then freed himself and jumped up. He ran over to his brother. "Sam," he said gently. "Talk to me, please don't do this again. Are you ok?'' Sam didn't answer. He just stared at Dean with those vacant eyes.
"Sammy, please," said Dean touching his brothers head. He flinched at the touch. "Oh God, no." said Dean.
Bryan groaned and woke up looking around slowly. Where was he? He looked at the defibrilator and remembered. His head hurt like crazy and his heart felt funny. He couldn't see straight. His vision was very blurry and doubled. He tried to shake his head to clear his mind but it hurt to much to move it. He looked at his arms that were strapped to the chair and blinked his eyes to try to clear his vision, but that also hurt. He attempted to tug, trying to get his hands free, but he was just to weak to get away, so he just sat there and waited. After about 5 minutes he couldn't take the pain no more and passed out again.