I appreciate the reviews, thanks. This chapter mentions something that happened in one of my other fics Broken. So if you didn't read that one you might be a little confused.

The Collector

Chapter five

"Sammy, there's nothing there." Dean looked at his brother wondering what was going on.

"You don't see them?" Sam said glancing over at his brother.

"No Sammy, I don't." Dean said softly not wanting to upset Sam even further.

"Dean they're right there…there are two of them. I…I killed them…I killed them both." Sam looked down at his hands and he could see they were covered in blood; he began wiping them frantically on his shirt trying to wipe them clean. "I can't get the blood off!" He held his hands out to Dean. "Look! Can't you see the blood?"

Dean took Sam's hands in his own but as far as he could tell Sam's hands were clean, not a drop of blood on them.

"Sammy there's no blood on them." He said softly, not wanting to further upset his brother. "The bodies, do you still see them?"

Sam looked over to the corner and watched as the bodies began to fade away.

"They're still there but they're disappearing." He looked back at Dean. "Don't you see them?" He asked his eyes filled with tears as he hoped Dean would say yes.

Dean could tell that Sam was getting agitated and held onto his hands.

"Sam….Sammy…." He squeezed Sam's hands and waited till his brother looked at him. "There's nothing there Sam. You know, I'm thinking maybe I should take you back to the hospital, these hallucinations shouldn't be this vivid."

"No!" Sam pulled his hands away and backed away from Dean. "I don't want to go back there." Sam hated hospitals almost as much as Dean did.

"Okay, okay just calm down." He helped Sam over to one of the beds, and then sat down next to him. "Sam…I got to ask you something and I want you to be honest with me." When Sam looked at him he continued. "You're not taking drugs again are you?"

Dean remembered not too long ago Sam had been taking drugs he had bought on the street to deal with his deep depression. He still remembered driving away from town after Sam had been weaned from them and seeing the dealer standing on the corner, he could have sworn he saw the man's eyes turn red, a sure sign of a demonic possession. He had been worried that a demon had tried to get Sam hooked on drugs so he could lure his brother away from him. He hoped Sam wasn't getting depressed again and had once more resorted to drugs to numb the pain, if he had, Dean knew that could be the reason for his hallucinations.

"No…no Dean I'm not on drugs …this is different…." He shook his head as he looked at Dean with tears in his eyes. "I'm scared Dean…I don't know what's going on… these things I've been seeing are so real."

"The doctor said you might have hallucinations for awhile and be confused. He said you needed rest, probably after you get some you'll feel a lot better." Dean tried to reassure his brother he could tell Sam was scared. "You're not cracking up Sam it's just that your head injury is making you see things."

"God I hope so." Sam said squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Sam you have a nasty bump on your head. You're brain is just all scrambled up right now…a little more then usual I guess." He added with a smile. "You'll feel better in a few days." He then handed Sam one of the hamburgers. "Here, maybe you better eat something, keep your strength up."

"I'm not hungry."

"Sam you really need to eat something, you'll feel better if you do."

"Dean right now all I want to do is sleep, I'm beat. Maybe when I wake up I'll have one." Sam climbed under the covers then looked over at Dean who turned the TV on low then sat down next to Sam's bed. "Dean you can go out, you don't have to baby sit me I'll be fine."

"I know Sam, but I'm tired myself. I'll probably watch a little TV then hit the sack."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Dean pretended to be interested in the show he was watching but he knew he wasn't about to leave his brother alone, not after the way he had been acting.

Sam rolled over onto his side and shut his eyes.

Three hours later

Dean had switched to every channel on the TV and couldn't find anything to interest him. Finally, satisfied that his brother was asleep, he walked over to his own bed and lay down. He soon fell asleep.

He had only been asleep for a few hours when a noise woke him up. He opened his eyes and looked into the face of Sam standing over his bed holding a gun on him.

TBC