Here is the last chapter but the story is not over. It will be continued in Thunder Roll's which I will post soon. Thanks for all the ones that read and reviewed. I hope you hang in there with me because the story is far from over.

Sheila

Chapter 43

Half of the men surrounded Jack and Dean. The other had Bryan and Tony. There was no where for them to go. Even if they could get away from the men, they couldn't out run machine gun fire. Sam was standing with his father .

Victor walked up to John and Sam and sneered. "Ever been tortured before John," he asked.

"Yeah, I have," said John, "but by things a whole lot scarier than you." John smirked. Victor became the collector. "Are you sure," he said. John looked at the demon and hoped that he didn't know just how scared he really was.

"Yeah, I'm sure," said John. The collector was beginning to get angry. He looked at Sam and smiled evilly. "Ever watched your sons being tortured John?" he asked. John's whole countenance changed as he stared angrily at the collector.

"Don't touch them. You leave my boys alone or I swear to you. You'll pay," said John in a low and dangerous voice.

"Will I," the collector asked. He grabbed Sam's head. Fire shot through his brain and he screamed in agony and fell to his knee's again! He felt like a red hot poker was stabbing him in the head over and over again. That plus the headache from the images took it's toll and Sam passed out.

"Sam!" yelled Dean attempting to run over to his brother. The men held him back.

"You son of bitch," yelled John and hit the collector in the mouth! He turned in shock and rage and screaming, he lunged for John, but Jack, using his mind shoved him backwards into the cell that was across the room and slammed the door shut.

Bryan hit one of the men in the stomach and Tony hit another one. Both men doubled over in pain as they grabbed the guns and shot up in the air. "FREEZE!!!!!" yelled Bryan. Everyone stopped. Dean grabbed a gun away from one of the men that was by him and so did Jack and pointed them at the other men.

John ran to the kitchen and got a box of salt then ran back and circled the cell with it. He placed a cross on the door and the demon screamed and shrank back in fear and pain. This broke his hold over the men and they all woke up confused and disoriented. They looked around, shell shocked, wondering where they were and how they'd gotten there, then they looked at the men with the guns and was scared.

"Everybody get the hell out of here. Go home. He's finished and you're all free. Go back to your homes," said Tony. One by one the men left until it was only them and Victor.

Jack and Dean ran over to check on Sam.

"SAM," said Dean worried. He touched his brothers head and brushed the hair out of his eyes, hoping that would wake him up. "Come on. Wake up." Dean shook him gently. Sam moaned and opened his eyes. He looked at his brother in fear and jumped up, grabbing the machine gun, and pointing it at Dean!

"SAM!" yelled Dean and threw up his hands. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Sam had pointed a lot of things at him in the past year, but nothing scared Dean as much as staring down the barrel of a machine gun, being held by his brother.

"Don't move," yelled Sam. Jack took a step, but Sam fired the gun just past his head burying bullets in the wall behind him. Jack stopped and became dead still. He didn't even breathe.

"Sam no," yelled Dean. "Put it down. Put the gun down." Tony and Bryan and John stood where they were. If anybody was going to reach Sam it would be Dean. Nobody else could. Not even his father and John knew it, so he stood with the others and waited.

"Sam," said Dean gently. "It's me. It's Dean man. I'm your brother. Don't you know me?" Sam shook his head. "No, I don't." he said.

"Yes you do Sam. Think. Focus, ok? It's me. I'm Dean. That's dad over there." Sam looked at his father and stepped back wincing. "That's it Sam easy." Dean continued. "That's Tony, Bryan and Jack. They're friends." Sam shook his head and swayed as a wave of dizziness overtook him. He leaned back against the couch to keep from falling, and lowered the gun slightly.

"Come on now Sam. Put the gun down." said Dean trying to coax his brother, but he kept right on holding it, and he kept it pointed at his big brother. Dean swallowed hard again. Why wasn't he reaching him? , thought Dean, Why wasn't Sam listening to him?

"Sam please look at me. I'm your brother." said Dean. Sam rubbed his head and tried to push back the pain. He lowered the gun a little more. Dean took a step toward him, but Sam raised the gun again and pointed it right between Dean's eyes. Dean stopped.

"Me and you are leaving here," said Sam. Dean nodded. "OK." he said. "Where are we going?" Dean didn't really want to know, but he was tryng to keep him talking. Sam walked up to his brother and winced again. He closed his eyes, but Dean didn't try to get the gun. He didn't want to spook him, plus he didn't want to get killed, because Sam's finger was on the trigger, ready to do just that. "Turn around," he said and Dean did what he was told.

Sam grabbed Dean's hands and pulled them behind him, preparing to cuff them behind his back, but stopped and shook his head. When Dean didn't feel the cuffs, he turned back around slowly. Sam had stepped back, but still had the gun pointed at Dean. He grabbed his head.

"Let me help you Sam," he said. Sam looked at his brother and Dean thought he was about to drop, but he stood. His eyes focused and he saw Dean, and what he had pointed at him.

"Oh God," said Sam and dropped the gun. Dean let out the breath he was holding and so did the others. "You ok," he asked, but Sam didn't answer. He just shook his head and continued to look at Dean an expression of hurt and pain on his face from what he had almost done.

"Where's Victor!" cried Bryan. Everybody turned. The cell was empty. Victor was gone. Everyone had been so focused on Sam that they hadn't seen him escape. It was like he disappeared into thin air. They looked down at the floor and a message had been left. It said:

"I'LL BE BACK. MY BROTHER TO."

Everybody exchanged looks with everyone else. "How did he get out without our knowing it. The cell door's still locked. It's like he vanished." Nobody could answer. They turned back to Sam. John walked over to his son.

"Sammy," he said. "Let's get out of here." He reached up to touch him but Sam backed up. "Don't touch me," he said. John stopped. "Sam."

"Dad, please just go get in the van. I'll get Sam.

"Please dad," said Dean. John nodded and him, Tony, Bryan and Jack went out to the van and climbed inside. John looked in the rearview mirror as Sam and Dean came outside the house. "We are definitely going to have a talk about all this soon," said John aloud as he watched his two son's.

Dean took a deep breathe and carefully made his way over to his brother.

"Sam," he said softly. "We've got to go, ok?" Sam glared at his big brother, and shook his head.

"Dean, my head is beginning to kill me again," said Sam.

"I know," said Dean. "Let me help you."

"No," said Sam. "I'm not going with you." Dean looked at his brother. Sam looked defeated and he knew that he was exhausted. It made him nervous, so he did the only thing he knew to do when he got like that. He yelled.

"What the hell are you talking about," said Dean. "Yes you are going with us." He approached his little brother with caution, not sure what Sam was going to do or how he would react.

"I'm not going to hurt you or them again," said Sam defiantly.

"You don't even know if that's gonna happen again Sam," said Dean.

"I'm not taking any chances," said Sam. "I'm not doing anything like that to anyone of you ever again," said Sam and backed up some more.

"I'm not going to let you go off by yourself Sam," said Dean. "If Alanya does come back then we're all going to have to stick together. If you start doing those things again, I have some handcuffs, ok, but I'm not going to let you go off alone, so forget it. Last time you did that you ended up chained to a cave wall and forced to drink some green sludge. I'm not letting that happen again."

"I'm not going with you," said Sam, backing up some more. "You know it's gonna happen again. I just had a damn machine gun pointed at your head! I'm not going."

"Yes you are," Dean yelled back. "We'll help you just like last time, ok? Now come on. We've got to go before Victor decides to come come back."

"Dean!" His brother could be the most stubborn man on the face of the planet, thought Sam. Dean looked at him. His brother didn't look good at all.

"Sam, you either get your ass in that van, or I'll put you in it. Understand. You are not going off alone!"

"I'm scared Dean," said Sam. "Don't you get it."

"I know your scared Sam, and to be honest with you so am I, but you're my brother. We'll handle this together, just like before."

"I almost killed you before!" said Sam.

"But you didn't," said Dean. "We all got through it and we will get through it again if it happens. Now we've got to go. Come on!" Sam didn't move. He just stood there.

"Damn it Sam," said Dean and grabbed his brothers arm pulling him toward the van. "Let's go." He shoved Sam inside.

"Dean!" yelled John and Dean winced. He recognized that tone in his fathers voice and he didn't like it.

"Yes sir," he asked.

"Get your ass up here and ride with me. It's time you explain somethings to me." Dean looked at Bryan with a pained expression.

"It's not bad enough that I've got you to boss me around, now I have him to." Tony and Bryan just grinned.

"Yeah," said Bryan, "but he's your father. We're just your big brothers." Dean looked at Sam who was also grinning.

"What are you grinning about," he asked. He was happy to see the grin even though he'd never let Sam know it.

"It just feels good having you bossed around for a change instead of always bossing me," said Sam.

"I'm older," said Dean. "It's my job to boss you."

"Dean!" yelled John again. "Get the hell up here now."

"Yes sir," said Dean and mumbled under his breath. He went to climbed inside the cab of the truck beside his father.

"You ok Sam," said Jack.

"I'm scared," said Sam. "I don't want to hurt anybody."

"We'll all watch out for you, ok," said Bryan walking over to sit beside Sam. "It'll be ok." Sam nodded, but he wasn't sure it would.

"You want to tell me what the hell is going on," asked John. Dean squirmed a little in his seat. "What's wrong with your brother?"

Dean took a deep breath and told his father everything that had happened 5 months ago. When he finished, John just looked at his eldest son.

"Why didn't you tell me," John asked angrily. "Why didn't you call me?"

"I tried dad, but you wouldn't answer your phone. You never answer it. What was I suppose to do? I needed you dad, but I could never get a hold of you," said Dean just as angrily.

John looked at his son again. "You're right Dean," he said. "I'm sorry."

Jack laid his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. He fell asleep. He woke up with a start. He was in a dark place. In a wall of solid light that was electrically charged. He winced as the pictures and images appeared. He heard the sound of laughter and whirled around as Alanya appeared and stepped into the light with him.

"Hello Jack, he said. "Did you miss me?"

The End

TBC in Chapter one of Thunder Rolls.