Thanks for all the reviews. Here is the next chapter. Michelle I've missed you. I'm glad that most everyone likes the story. This one is almost over but part three will soon follow. Stay tuned. LOL.

Sheila

Chapter 42

"Let's go," said John grabbing Sam's arm. "There is no way in hell I'm letting that bastard keep my son or Jack." John pulled Sam to the van and he climbed up in the cab with his dad. Bryan and Tony climbed in the back. Bryan got the first aid kit that they had brought with them and taped Tony's hand.

"You ok," said Bryan.

"Yeah, I'm fine," replied Tony. "How about you?"

"I have a couple of broken ribs but I'm ok. John taped me up." Tony nodded.

"That's good. What's wrong with Sam," he asked. Bryan sat back and stared at his partner and took a deep breath.

"Sam actually died for a few minutes a day and a half ago." said Bryan watching his partner.

"What?" said Tony.

"Yeah and when he was gone, Alanya took him to a dark place."

"Alanya!" cried Tony in shock. "You're joking." Bryan shook his head. "I wish I were. He placed Sam back inside the light again and made the visions and images start coming back."

"Oh no," said Tony. "Is he ok?"

"For now, but the headaches are getting bad again. Tony, Alanya told him he was coming back." said Bryan as he finished taping Tony's hand.

"What," said Tony astonished.

"The collector is his brother and he's planning on bringing Alanya back. That's why he took Dean and kept Jack. You know how cocky he is and how he hates to be defied."

"Yeah, I know." said Tony nervously. "We've got to get them away from Victor."

"Alanya wants all of us, but especially those two. I've done some research on the subject of conjuring up a demon since we faced Alanya last. It requires a human sacife. A vessel. Victor now has two."

"No way," said Tony. "That's not going to happen."

"I agree. I'm not going to let it happen either." said Bryan.

John pulled up behind the new house where Victor had stopped. The men pulled Jack and Dean out of the van and shoved them toward the house. They took them inside to yet another cell and locked them inside.

"Turn around," one of them ordered Dean. He did as he was told and the cuffs were removed. Then he turned to Jack. Jack turned and he took the cuffs off his hands also. Jack removed his blindfold and blinked to get his eyes adjusted to the light.

"Man are you ok," asked Dean. He felt like it had been ages since he had seen his friend.

"Yeah, how about you?" asked Jack.

"I'm ok," said Dean. "I just can't believe I'm a prisoner again."

"Are you angry with your dad?" asked Jack.

Dean shook his head. "No, not really. I told him to choose me. Sam couldn't take it right now. He's still so weak plus Victor was going to kill Tony, Bryan and my dad. It just shocked me to actually hear him say the words," said Dean. "They're going to get us out of here Jack." Dean looked at his friend and didn't like what he saw. Jack was exhausted and pale looking. He noticed the cut on his neck. "What happened?"

"The sould collector decided to have a feast," said Jack.

"They'll get us out," said Dean again.

"I know," said Jack.

"You know what he's planning don't you?" asked Dean. Jack shook his head.

"No, what?"

"The collector is Alanya's brother." Jack just stared at Dean, not saying a word. Dean took a deep breath and continued. "He's bringing him back." Jack continued to stare at Dean. "Say something," said Dean watching his friends eyes.

"Son of a bitch!" yelled Jack and Dean winced. Jack was afraid and angry both. The last time they faced Alanya they all almost died.

There was a knock at the window. Both turned to see John there.

"Dad!" said Dean and hurried over.

"I'm sorry son," said John.

"It's ok, dad, you did what you had to do. I don't blame you. I told you to do it." said Dean.

"Yeah, but now I'm getting you both out of here.." He pulled at the bars and couldn't believe it when one actually came loose. Then another one came loose also. He tried the third but it wouldn't budge. He turned and twisted it, but nothing happened. The hole wasn't big enough for them to squeeze through. "Shit," said John. "Hang on." He ran back to the van and returned with a small portable welder. He grinned at his son. Dean grinned back. "Only you dad," he said. Jack just shook his head.

John burned the third bar and Jack squeezed through. Then Dean. They both took off running to the van. Sam, Tony, and Bryan was inside and liked to have shouted when they saw them coming, but before they could reach the van, they heard machine gun fire and men hollard. "Hold it!"

Dean and Jack froze. One of the men came up to them. "Don't even think about moving," he said. Victor heard the gunfire and ran out the door to see Dean and Jack standing in the yard, hands on their heads. He pulled his own gun and walked over to them. He grinned. "I was hoping your dad would follow you here," he said in triumph. Dean glared at Victor with hatred in his eyes. "You sorry son of..." His words were cut short as Victor hit Dean in the face and knocked him down. He pointed his gun at Dean.

"That's it," he said calmly, a lttle to calmly for Dean's taste. It was almost like he had it planned.

"Sam get out of the van," said Victor.

"No," yelled John, but stopped when they pulled Sam out of the van. Both his son's had guns pointed at there heads. Victor pulled Dean to his feet and looked at John.

"I'll kill your ass, Victor," said John. "If you hurt either one of them I will kill you. Do you understand me!" John's eyes had went cold and hard, and for a second, Victor was afraid, but only for a second.

"I'm sick of all of you. You know that," said Victor. "Everyone of you are pains in the ass. I'm not playing anymore games. I'll keep all of you. The master will be hungry soon anyway." He yelled to Tony and Bryan. "Get the hell out of the van!"

"Your master, you son of a bitch, doesn't care about you. We will destroy him. You hear me," said John. "He'll pay for what he's done to these boys. I'll make sure of that personally." John was shaking because he was so angry. While the men held their guns on Dean, Jack and Sam, Victor walked up to John.

"You think so, John." he said. John looked Victor straight in the eyes and said, "I don't think, I know. It's a promise." Two men came up to John and grabbed him.

"Dad!" yelled Dean and Sam at the same time. "Leave him alone!" Victor became the collector. "Maybe I will feed off you next. These boys came from you, and they're both very tasty. I wonder how tasty you'll be." He hit John hard in the face snapping his head back, but when the collector looked back at John, he didn't even flinch. "You're going to have to do a whole lot better than that," said John. "Is that the best you got?" The collector grinned.

"No, as a matter of fact it's not." Take him inside men and get him ready while I take care of some business out here."

"Yes sir," they said and dragged John inside the house and to a room in the back. The collector walked over to Sam and Dean. He looked at Sam first. Sam swallowed hard and would have backed up if he was not being held by two goons. "How's your head Sam," he asked. Then he looked at Dean and Jack, who was also being held. The collector heard a commotion in the house as John knocked the men holding him out and ran back outside, to help the others.

Tony charged out of the van and head butted one of the men, but the men hit him and knocked him down to the ground. He yelled out in pain as he fell on his injured hand!

Jack jumped out of the van and shoved the Collector backward with his mind. The collector yelled out in anger as the gun flew out of his hand. Dean whirled around and hit him hard in the face knocking him down and dazing him!

Sam jumped the guy that had him and knocked him down, but then he yelled and hit his knee's. He grabbed his head as the pictures and images came at him full force, bombarding his mind. Excruciating pain came with the images. He felt like a dam had been opened.

"No!" yelled Sam as he fell on his side and rolled into a ball, pressing his hands to his head to try to make them stop "DEAN!" he yelled. He was scared to death.

"SAM!" yelled Dean and rushed to his bothers side.

"What is it," yelled John worried about his youngest son. He had never seen him in so much pain. Not even when he was having those jerking fits did he hurt as bad as he was hurting now.

"Make it stop Dean! Please!" yelled Sam. Bryan had knocked out the man that had him and also ran up to Sam. Jack came over and knealt down beside him.

"Sam" said Jack and touched him. His heart was beating to fast and he was beginning to hyperventilate. "Oh God no" said Jack and rolled him over on his back. "SAM!!" he yelled trying to get his attention.

"DEAN!!!" screamed Sam in agony. He was hysterical. "It's happening again! I can feel it!"

"Hang on Sam!" said Dean looking at Jack who shook his head. "His heart is beating to fast."

"NO!" said Dean. "Not again."

"What's wrong with him," asked John knealing down on the other side of his son, but they didn't have time to tell him now. They had to calm Sam down.

"I'll have to tell you later dad." said Dean. They looked around, Victor and the men had gone. They were nowhere to be seen. Dean didn't like that at all. "We've got to get out of here now," he said. Jack shook his head.

"We can't move him yet." he said. "Just keep your eyes opened. I've got to calm him down first." Tony and Bryan went and grabbed a couple of the machine guns and stood guard while Jack worked on Sam. Dean and John stayed close to him.

"We need to get out of the open," said Bryan.

"Ok, nobody's in the house so let's get him in there," said Jack. John and Dean nodded and carried Sam into the house. Jack ran over to the van and got the first aid kit and ran inside.

John and Dean laid Sam down on the couch in the living room.

"Please make it stop," yelled Sam. "It hurts!" He was beginning to breathe faster. He went to grab his head again but Jack pulled his hand back down to his side.

"Sam, you've got to calm down." said Jack. "Dean see if you can find me a paper bag." Dean nodded and ran into the kitchen and returned with a brown lunch bag. Jack grabbed it and placed it over Sam's nose and mouth. Sam thought Jack was trying to suffocate him so he lashed out, knocking him backward hard. He hit the floor.

"Damn that brings back bad memories," yellled Jack and went back over to Sam.

"Leave me alone!" yelled Sam. "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!"

"Sam!" yelled Dean. "Let Jack help you! You're breathing to fast!"

"No! stay away from me!" yelled Sam. Jack looked at Dean. "He's not calming down." They turned to John.

"We're going to have to tie him down John," said Jack.

"The hell you will!" said John. "Forget it!"

"I've got to get him to calm down. He's breathing to fast. He's not letting us near him. John he's going to die if I don't." said Jack.

John looked at his son thrashing around on the couch. "Give me the bag," said John. Jack handed it over. John walked over to Sam.

"Sam!" he said. Sam lashed out at his father. "Stay away from me!" John shook his head.

"Sammy," yelled John, and held him down.

"No," yelled Sam. Dean placed the bag over his nose and mouth. "Breathe Sam. Breathe into the bag, OK?" Sam struggled, but after a few minutes he was breathing in some carbon dioxide and began to calm down. His heart slowed down and so did his breathing. Finally he looked up at his dad and his brother.

"Hey," said Dean.

"Hey," replied Sam taking some slow deep breathes.

"You ok," Dean asked and Sam nodded. John reached down to help his son up, but Sam jerked his arm away and yelled, "Don't touch me!" He jumped up wide eyed and ready to fight.

"Well isn't this touching," said Victor. Jack, John and Dean whirled around and looked toward Victor. There were a dozen men all in the house. All heavily armed and they had Tony and Bryan between them, guns pointed at their heads.

"What were you saying John?" asked Victor. John glared and shook his head.