Chapter 39

Sam grinned again and walked over to check on Bryan. He was glad he could move again. He was beginning to wonder if he ever would. Bryan was beginning to wake up, and so both Sam and Dean went over. John came back inside.

"Bryan," said Sam. Bryan moaned and opened his eyes. The first person he saw was Sam. He grinned. "Hey you look better," he said.

"I feel better," said Sam but Dean watched as he winced a little and rubbed his head. Same as last time. , thought Dean. Bryan noticed it to.

"What's wrong? Got a headache?" Sam nodded and walked away. Dean went with him.

"Sam," he said, worried.

"It's beginning to hurt pretty bad Dean," said Sam. Dean swallowed hard.

"It's gonna be ok. You hear me?" said Dean but he just didn't know. Not if Alanya put him back in the light and caused the visions to appear. Dean remembered what happened last time and it scared him that it was going to happen again.

"What," said Bryan, jumping up and grabbing his side. John had told him about Sam's vision. He started toward the door, but John grabbed his arm.

"Wait a minute. Where are you going?" he said.

"To get my partner and Jack. If they leave that house, we'll never find them.

"Hold on, we'll all go." He looked at Sam. "You walking ok son," he asked. Sam nodded. "Yeah, I'm a little shakey on my feet, but I'm ok." John nodded.

"Come here Bryan," he said. Bryan walked over. "Raise your shirt." Bryan did what he was told and John taped his ribs. They all grabbed some weapons. John went over and released the pulley dropping Michael to the floor, He fell in a heap. "AW, I'm sorry," he said and jerked him to his feet. "Let's go." He shoved him back into the van and tied him back up.

Sam began to sway. "Son," said John. "You ok?" Dean looked at Sam. "Why don't you go get in the van dad, I'll get Sam. " John shrugged and went to climbed in. Bryan walked over. "What's wrong?" he asked Sam.

"Headache, and dizziness," said Sam rubbing his head. He looked at his brother and nodded. "He needs to know," said Sam and sat down before he fell.

"Bryan," said Dean. "When Sam was gone, he was carried to a dark place. When he woke up, Alanya was there."

"What!" said Bryan looking at Sam. Dean took a breath and continued. He'd seen that look on Bryan's face before and was very glad that it wasn't directed at him or his brother.

"He told Sam that the collector was his brother, and that they were going to bring him back. He told him that when he does, we all need to watch out, because he's coming after all of us."

"He seemed very angry when he said Jack's name," said Sam. Bryan looked at the brothers. "When the hell was you planning on telling me this," he said angrily.

"Bryan, it only happened a little while ago and you've been unconscious since," said Dean.

"You're right, I'm sorry, but Alanya?" said Bryan.

"That's not all," said Dean, looking down at Sam who was beginning to rub his head again.

"Oh God what else?" said Bryan.

"He put Sam back in the light. It's now a solid wall instead of bars. He made the visions apprear in his mind again. He said it seemed worser than before. More painful. I hope we got him back before it bothered him to much, but Sam is beginning to have headaches again," said Dean nervously.

"Oh shit," said Bryan and walked over to Sam. He placed his hand on his shoulder. Sam flinched so Bryan took it off. "It's gonna be ok Sam. We'll watch out for you." Sam nodded. "Thanks because I really don't feel right." Dean and Bryan just looked at each other as John came back inside.

"You three coming or what," he asked and ran over to Sam. He knealt down and grabbed his son's shoulders. Sam jumped at the contact.

"Sam you ok," said John removing his hands.

"Yeah, I'm ok." He looked at his brother. John looked at them both. They were keeping something from him, he knew, but right now they didn't have time to talk about it. "Come on, we've got to go get Tony and Jack before they leave with them. Remind me to talk to you two later about why I didn't know about the visions, and about what you're keeping from me now."

"Yes sir," they both said and all headed out and got in the van.

The collector walked over and picked up a knife, a very sharp knife, thought Jack and came back over to where he was cuffed.

"Leave him alone. You've already done more that enough to him," said Tony beginning to struggle, to try to help his friend. "Jack," he said nervously.

"I'm taking from you first Jack," said the collector, ignoring Tony's shouts. "You should be pretty tasty with all those little powers of yours that you don't want any part of. Jack shoved the collector back with his mind and tried to get himself untied, but the collector just became angrier and leaned into Jack. He looked at the knife and it flew out of the collector's hands, and landed across the room. The collector grabbed Jack's hair and forced his head back.

"Well, what do we have here?" he asked, taunting him. "I told you that you're powers are no match for me. He backhanded him, dazing him and busting his lip. Jack winced as pain exploded in his head.

"You're going to make me angry Jack. You don't want to do that," said the collector.

"Kiss my ass," said Jack and the collector hit him again, then wiped the blood off Jack's face with his finger and licked it.

"You are tasty," he said. He grabbed Jack's head. Red hot firey pain exploded in his mind and he screamed in agony!

"Jack!" yelled Tony as he watched. The collector picked up another knife and traced it down Jack's throat. He shrank back, then went still when he couldn't go any farther. The collector just grinned and cut his throat! Jack winced and cried out as he jerked his head over to the side. "NO," he said.

The collector went down and licked the blood off Jack's neck with his tongue, then he clamped down and took a lot from him. Jack screamed again as the pain became unbearable, but the collector didn't stop. He continued to take from him, until he was full. Tony was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to stop, then he watched in horror as Jack gasped and looked at him.

"Jack!" he yelled again. He couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't believe he was taking so much. Jack's face became pale and Tony thought he was getting blue around his mouth. "Stop it," he yelled. "You're going to kill him," he said, but the collector kept on and tears sprang to Jack's eyes and he looked at Tony in fear. Finally the collector stopped and Jack just stared straight ahead in a trance.

"Jack, come on!" yelled Tony, afraid. "Don't do this Jack! Snap out of it! PLEASE!!!!"

The collector became Victor again and walked over to Tony. He grabbed his chin and forced his head back. Tony winced.

"You're next!" he said. He grabbed Tony's broken and crushed hand and squeezed hard. Tony cried out in pain!

"When he wants to feed next, Tony, I'm going to cause you all kinds of pain first. Victor squeezed his hand harder. Tony cried out again. "Jack belongs to my Master now. I may even let him help me hurt you." Victor laughed and left the cell, locking the door behind him.

Tony stared at Jack, who was looking at him like he didn't know who he was. He remebered when the collector fed off Dean. He would have killed Jack. When he fed off him, Tony almost killed Dean. This wasn't good at all, he thought, as he stared into those same eyes now.

Jack was looking at him that way now. He was looking at him like he was a stranger.