Chapter 31

"Leave him alone Victor," said Dean as he walked over to Sam. "My Master's hungry, and Sam is ready."

"NO," yelled Dean beginning to pull at his cuffs. Victor became the soul collector and looked down at Sam. Terror filled the young hunters eyes as the collector took the knife. First he licked the blood from the bullet wound. "O yes, Sam, you're definitely ready."

"No," yelled Dean again but couldn't get away. "Please don't!" The collector grinned.

"Stop!" yelled Tony and the collector looked at him.

"You're next Tony," he said, "But Sam here is the main course." He took the knife and made a long cut on Sam's chest from his right shoulder to his left hip. Sam winced as the knife cut him. He didn't make the cut deep, just long. Then he made a cut from his left shoulder down to his right hip. Sam cried out in pain. He did what he told Dean he would. He made Sam's front look like his back. The collector set the knife down and bent down, taking from him. Dean saw him gasped as the collector drank his blood.

"NO!!!!SAM!!!!" he yelled desperetely afraid for his brother. The collector touched his chest again, on each side of the "X", and pain flooded Sam's body! He screamed in agony as he felt the fire inside him again!

"SAMMY!!!!" yelled Dean and stared in horror as Sam closed his eyes. "NO," yelled Dean. "Sam please wake up! Don't do this man. Please don't do this again. Sammy, please wake up."

The collector became Victor again and looked down. Sam had passed out, but Victor wanted to make sure he didn't go anywhere, so he took out another syringe.

"Don't give him anymore of that, please," pleaded Dean, but watched as Victor inserted the drug into Sam's arm. "It helps his blood, remember. My master will be hungry again soon, and I want him ready."

"You son of a bitch!" yelled Dean pulling at the cuffs. "I'm going to kill you Victor! Do you hear me? I'm going to destroy your sorry assed master, and send him back to hell!"

"What!!!!" said Victor, eyes cold and hard.

"Dean shut up," said Tony, but he wasn't listening.

"You heard me. It wasn't a threat! It was a damn promise!" yelled Dean. "You'll be sorry for what you've done to him! I promise you that!"

"Dean," yelled Tony, but it was to late. Victor stalked over and hit Dean so hard across the face, that the whole chair, Dean and all, was knocked over. Pain exploded in Dean's jaw and he was dazed from the blow. Dean and the chair hit the floor with a thud and he realized what he had done when he saw Victors eyes.

"Oh God," said Dean. "Please, I'm sorry!"

"PICK HIM UP!!!" said Victor and the men placed the chair back on it's legs. Dean was still cuffed to it and began to shake his head.

"You're Sorry," said Victor, furious, "Is that what you said, you little bastard." He walked over to Dean. "You're not sorry. NOT YET, but you will be. Victor grabbed the gun from one of the men, and walked back over to an unconsious Sam. He pointed the gun at his right shoulder and cocked it.

"NO!!!! Please, Victor. He's my brother man, I'm sorry!" Victor wasn't listening.

"Please don't shoot him again, Victor, he's not going to be able to take much more. I'm sorry, ok. I'm scared and I'm angry," said Dean. He knew he wasn't acting like he normally would, but he was getting as real as he could with Victor right now. He wasn't worried about being a smart ass, he was just worried about Sam. Victor sighed and lowered the gun, and walked back over to Dean.

"He's very lucky I'm in such a good mood, Dean. Tell me, want to see what happened to Bryan?" Dean looked at his friend who was still trying desperately to focus. He was still only barely conscious. He couldn't concentrate on anything.

"Bring him!" said Victor. They uncuffed him and shoved him out the door.

"No, " said Dean.

"Dean," yelled Tony.

They carried him to the room where Bryan had been held and Dean saw the chair in the water. He fought like crazy, but couldn't get away. They shoved him into the chair and strapped him down. They took off his shoes and socks and placed his legs in the water, tying them to the chair legs.

"What are you doing," yelled Dean. "No."

Michael brought the defibrilator over and Dean stared in horror. Jack had already been moved to another room. Victor would get to him soon.

"You will learn to keep your mouth shut Dean!" said Victor, "Or you will be in a whole hell of a lot of pain. So will your damn brother. I've just about had it with all of you. You better be thanking my Master, because if it was up to me, you'd be dead. Let me tell you this Dean. The collector wants your brother. He didn't say anything about the rest of you. Do you understand me!"

"I said I was sorry Victor, please. He's my brother." said Dean.

"Yeah, he is but you won't be seeing him for awhile," said Victor.

"What?" asked Dean, and stared as Michael turned the machine on.

"Oh God," said Dean as Michael placed gel on the paddles.

"Let me," said Victor. Michael handed them over. Victor turned the voltage up. He pressed the paddles hard to Dean's head. He was still furious at this little prick and told Michael to turn the voltage up some more. When he did, Victor pressed the button. Dean screamed as his whole body jerked and contorted from the shock.

When he removed the paddles, Dean was dazed. He looked at Victor. He squeezed his eyes shut to try to clear his vision, but couldn't hardly talk.

"You'll be staying here awhile Dean. You won't be seeing your brother or your friends until I say. You'll learn, or you'll die. I'm not playing games." He took some super glue out. Dean tried to shrink back, but he couldn't move. "This will keep your mouth shut." Victor grabbed Dean's face and he tried to fight, but Michael came behind him and grabbed his head, holding it still as Victor grinned. He placed a thin line of the superglue on his lips, sealing his mouth shut. He placed a dark hood over his head and tied it around his neck tight, plunging Dean into total darkness, and placing pressure on his neck causing him to feel a little like he was choking.

"Watch him Michael. Don't you take your eyes off of him."

"Yes sir," said Michael and grinned. "My pleasure. You mind if I shock him every now and then.?" He asked. "No, not him or Jack, or Sam. I'll take care of them. We'll talk about Tony and Bryan, later," replied Victor.

Dean couldn't move. He couldn't see, and now he couldn't speak because his mouth had been glued shut. He didn't know how they were going to get out of this, and it scared him to death.

The door opened and Tony charged, hitting Michael square in the mouth and knocking him down. He grabbed his gun, and as Michael started to get up, he pointed it right between his eyes. "Don't move, you bastard!"

"How the hell did you all get away!" said Michael, taking a step toward Tony.

"Don't," said Tony cocking the gun. Michael grinned. Four men came in. Tony backed up. "Stay the hell back."

"You can't kill us all Tony." said Michael.

"I don't want to kill you all. I just want to kill you." Michael looked in Tony's eyes. They were stone cold. It made him a little nervous, but he would never let Tony know that. "The gun's not loaded Tony. I heard you moving around in here. I had a feeling you would try something, so I unloaded the gun, just in case." Michael held up the clip, then he pulled out another one. "This one is loaded." Michael took a step toward Tony and Tony pulled the trigger, but the gun only clicked. Tony closed his eyes and threw the gun down. "Shit," he said.

Michael backed him up against the wall, and pressed the gun to his forehead. A couple of men picked Bryan up and sat him back in the chair, cuffing his hands and feet this time and Michael went over and looked down at Sam, who shook his head. "Please," he said. Michael jerked his arms down wide to the bed, and cuffed them back. Sam cried out. Michael chained his feet back wide too, then he walked back over to Tony. The men brought in the metal pipe. "Do you want this?" they asked. Tony swallowed hard.

"No," said Michael, his eyes never leaving Tony. "Hold him." Two men grabbed him and held him still. Michael walked over to Bryan. "How close are you two Tony," asked Michael as he carressed Bryan's face with the gun.

"Don't touch him," said Tony in a low voice.

"That close huh," said Michael. "He's just like a brother to you isn't he. We know what Dean's weakness is, is Bryan yours?"

"Leave him the hell alone," yelled Tony. Michael walked back up to Tony and got in his face. "Thought so." he said, and told the other men with him, "Beat the hell out of him."

"NO!" yelled Tony and fought to get away, but another man came over and helped hold him.

"Oh God Bryan," yelled Tony and watched in horror as they beat Bryan to a pulp! When they got through, Bryan's face was bruised, his right eye was swollen shut and blood poured from his nose and mouth. He had been hit in the head reapeatedly and Tony knew that now he had a concussion to go on top of everything else.

They had beat him until they knocked him unconscious, but even then they just kept on hitting and hitting him until he was barely breathing. They literally almost beat him to death. They had used the metal pipe and hit him in the side with it, and pistol whipped him for good measure, but they just kept on.

"Please," yelled Tony.

"Stop!!!!!" said Michael and the men stopped.

"I'll be back to you soon, Tony. You're not just going to get away with watching Bryan get beat. You will pay. You're to much like Dean, do you know that, and look where that's got him. You're next Tony, count on it." The men let him go. "I'm not going to tie you up, not now, but do not untie Sam or Bryan, or when I come back, we'll have a repeat performance, only this time I won't just have Bryan beat, but I'll also beat Sam personally. Understand!"

When Tony didn't say anything, Bryan grabbed him around the throat,"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!!"

"YES!" yelled Tony and Michael let him go. He walked over to Sam. Victor wants me to give you something to, you little bastard." Sam shook his head as Michael inserted the needle to give him more of the drug to keep him still.

"No," said Sam as the drug began to take effect.

"You're killing him with that Michael," yelled Tony, but didn't try to approach him.

"Oh well," said Michael. "I'll be back soon. Don't go away now, you hear?" Micheal and the men left and locked the cell back.

"Bryan," said Tony going over to his partner.

"Oh God. " He checked him for a pulse. "I'm sorry Bryan. I'm so sorry." Bryan couldn't hear Tony, because he was unconscious. He ran over to Sam

"Sam," he said. Sam looked weakly at Tony, but then closed his eyes as the drug took him under.

"SON OF A BITCH!!!!" yelled Tony. "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to forget I'm a cop and blow the bastard away. He kept a watch on Bryan and Sam, but didn't attempt to untie them. "I'm going to get everyone out of here," said Tony. "I promise." He sat down and put his head in his hands, and prayed.