Chapter 30

Jack woke up and looked around. His head was so fuzzy and he figured it was because of the drug, plus the blow to it when he was thrown against the wall. He was chained to the ceiling, arms and legs spread wide. Victor was standing in front of him. He couldn't move. "Oh come on," he said and Victor grinned. Michael walked in.

"Well?" asked Victor.

"They're locked in the cell. All of them. Guards are standing outside. They're not going anywhere." Jack closed his eyes against the panic that was trying to rise to the surface.

"Good," said Victor never taking his eyes off Jack.

"Make this one hurt a lot," said Victor.

"Sir, his powers." said Michael clearly afraid of Jack.

Victor pressed his lips together and said, "Oh yes, I forgot. Tell you what. I'll take care of this one personally."

"Yes sir," said Michael relieved. Victor walked up to Jack and grabbed his face in his hand, forcing Jack to look at him.

"You messed up Jack. Your powers are no match for the masters. You've neglected them over the years. You said your self, you never wanted them." said Victor. How'd he know about that wondered Jack?

"I never did." said Jack, "But I'll use them if I have to, to save my friends." Jack looked up at the chains and began to concentrate. Michael stepped back. Victor simply slapped him hard in the face, snapping his head back, and making him loose his concentration. He tasted blood in his mouth and groaned. He glared at Victor, hatred in his eyes.

"No, you don't," said Victor. "I'm not going to let you do that." He became the collector.

"Jack, Jack, Jack," he said. "What the hell were you thinking? " He circled him.
"Tell me. Ever been tortured before?" Jack winced and said, "No, and I don't want to be tortured now."

"Too bad," said the collector. "I'm not just going to torture you Jack. No. I'm going to control you. You're going to do my bidding. I'm going to do what Alanya couldn't. I might even call on him to help."

"Forget that," said Jack, pulling at the chains. The collector turned to Michael. "Get things ready."

"Yes sir," said Michael and left.

"What are you going to do?" asked Jack. He was scared.

"You'll see," said the collector and pulled out a syringe. It was the same drug he was giving Sam.

"No," said Jack as the collector inserted the needle into the side of Jack's neck, delivering the drug that would incapacitate him for awhile.

"This will keep you from doing anything untl I get ready for you." Jack winced as he felt the drug begin to take effect. He couldn't move. "Sleep tight Jack," said the collector and he passed out. The collector turned to the men, with him. When he begins to stir, let me know. Move him when Michael get's things ready."

"Yes sir," they said. The collector placed a dark hood over his head and left. "Don't let him out of your site."

Dean walked back over to his brother for what he felt was the hundredth time, and knealt down beside him. Sam just stared at him. Dean raised his hand to touch his head, but Sam flinched, and fear filled those haunted eyes. Dean shook his head and dropped his hand, not touching him.

"Sam," he said gently. "It's me man, come on. It's Dean," but Sam just continued to stare and Dean sighed, getting up. "Sam, I'm your brother. Ok? I'm not the one that did this to you. You believe me don't you?" Sam continued to stare, and Dean didn't know if he was going to say anything or not. "Sam, say something, please. One word to let me know that you're still with me, Ok," Sam closed his eyes and Dean sighed again, turning away.

"It hurts Dean," said Sam weakly.

"Sam," said Dean knealing back down.

"I'm hurting so bad. I can't hardly stand it." said Sam. "Help me."

"I know," said Dean. "I know you hurt. I'm going to feel your head ok?" Sam nodded and Dean felt his head. He didn't have a fever and Dean was relieved at that. "Just res,." he said and got back up. They had uncuffed Sam earlier, but because of the drug, all he could move was his head. Dean walked over to where Tony was looking after Bryan. "How is he," he asked Tony.

"He's ok. He's just weak and he's having trouble concentrating on anything. Bryan?" said Tony.

"I'm ok," he said, but his head was killing him still. "How's Sam?"

"Not good, but he finally knows who I am again. We've got to get him out of here," said Dean beginning to pace again. "He's not going to be able to take much more."

"We'll get everybody out Dean. I promise," said Tony, but he didn't have a clue how.

"Where's Jack," asked Dean.

"Last I saw, he was holding Michael back. I wonder if he got away." said Tony.

"No," said Victor coming into the cell. "He didn't get away." Tony and Dean both jumped up prepared to fight, fists clenched, but Victor just laughed. Two men went over to Sam and placed a gun against his skull, and two more went to Bryan and did the same.

"You're not going to kill Sam," said Dean in anger. "You can't feed off of him if he's dead."

"I don't have to kill him Dean. You know you don't have to kill with a gun. You can just maim. He looked at the man and he pulled the trigger. Sam sreamed as the bullet grazed his shoulder.

"No!!!!!!!" yelled Dean in shock, and started toward Victor. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" The man cocked the gun again. Dean froze, and looked at his brother. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, against the pain that exploded in his arm. "DEAN!!!" he yelled and tears sprang to his eyes. Dean started to go to Sam. "Don't even think about," said Victor and Dean stopped again.

"Now boys," said Victor. "I would behave myself if I were you. Sam and Bryan really needs you to behave. The man behind Bryan cocked his gun. "NO!" yelled Tony.

Victor looked at Dean. "What are you doing loose?" he asked. "Get the hell back in that chair!" Dean kept standing where he was. "Dean if you know what's good for you and Sam, you will do what I say." The man placed the gun against Sam's other shoulder and cocked it. He didn't have a choice. He knew they'd shoot him again, so reluctantely, he went over to the chair and sat down.

"Good boy," said Victor. "The men went over to strap Dean back down. "No, you idiots! He got out of the straps. Cuff his hands and feet to the chair." The men obeyed and tied Dean down.. Victor looked at Tony. "Come here!"

Tony looked at his partner. Bryan was still having trouble focusing on anything, and he had a gun pointed at his head, so Tony walked over to Victor. The men grabbed him and shoved him against the wall and chained him there. The men that had Bryan cuffed him down to the chair he was sitting in and Victor himself tied Sam back down spread eagled with arms and legs spread wide. Sam winced as he tied the left arm down, because that's the one he'd been shot in.

"Now," he said, "Since I have a captive audience, let's have some fun, shall we," he said as he became the collector again.