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The Collector

Chapter fifteen

"Damn it Sam fight him! He can't control you! You got to stop him Sam or he's going to kill you!"

Sam used all the strength he could muster but he still couldn't move, the hold the mist had over him was too strong. A single tear ran down his cheek, he had never felt this helpless in his entire life. Not only was he unable to help himself, he also couldn't help his brother and wondered about what was going to happen to him after he died.

Dean couldn't believe he was about to watch Sam die and there was nothing he could do to help him.

"This is going to hurt but not for long. Just relax and it will soon be over with." Richards said to Sam then looked over at Dean. "Soon you will lose a brother, but I will gain a son."

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!"

"Such language!" Richards scolded Dean. "I was actually thinking of letting you join our little family but you just sealed you fate. My father would never approve of such language at the dinner table….Once your brother is mine…I guess you'll have to die."

Richards turned back to Sam.

"I think I'll call you Bobby. You can be the son I always wanted." Richards made a small slit in Sam's arm and stuck a tube into a vein to drain his blood. "It's time to come home Bobby." Sam's blood began to run into the tube which drained into a large container on the floor. Richard's then released the embalming fluid, the thick liquid drained slowly down another tube toward Sam's arm.

"Sam get up! You got to get up! Damn it Sammy fight him!" Dean screamed as he watched the fluid drain toward his brother's body. He knew it would only take a minute for it to enter his brother's blood stream and once it did it would only take a few seconds to render Sam unconscious and then kill him.

Richards turned toward Dean.

"It'll be over soon."

"You bastard!" Dean glared at Richards then looked over at Sam trying to think of some way to get through to him…then it came to him. "Sammy you got to help me!...I need your help Sam!"

Dean knew if his brother heard him cry out for him he'd do whatever he could to help him, hopefully including breaking free from the paralyzing trance he was in.

Let him go you bastard! Sam screamed inside his mind at Richards, he had heard Richards say Dean had to die and had heard his brother call out to him for help, he knew if he couldn't help him his brother would die. The thought of Dean dying sent a rush of adrenaline shooting through his system slowly erasing the confusion and weariness he had felt. A few seconds later he finally managed to roll his head to the side and watched as Richards picked up a knife from the table and walked over to Dean.

"I'll make this quick." He said as he tilted Dean's head back and placed the knife at his throat.

It was all Sam had to see. He could feel his body and mind melt into one as Richards control over him vanished and was replaced by his concern for his brother. In one quick movement he pulled the IV needle out of his arm just as the liquid was about to enter his vein then slid off the table and plunged the needle into the side of Richard's neck. He then yanked out the tube that was draining his blood into the container below.

Richards screamed in both fear and anger as he spun around the knife held high in one hand while the other hand reached for the needle in his neck. Sam backed up but there was nowhere to go, he was trapped between the table and Richards. But just as Richards began to bring the knife down Dean finally managed to break free and grabbed him from behind and threw him against the wall away from Sam. He hit the wall hard and slid to the bottom of it; his body lay still as the fluid from the IV drained into it.

"Sammy you okay?" Dean yelled to his brother as he quickly grabbed the salt gun and fired it at the mist which had begun to swoop down on them. It flew wildly around the room trying to avoid being shot again then flew through the window and disappeared outside. "Sam?"

"Yeah…yeah I'm okay. What the hell's going on?"

As Dean explained to Sam what had happened during the time he was missing he also checked his brother's body for injuries. He had a deep cut on his arm and cuts and bruises over most of his body from his jump from the hospital window but other then that he appeared to be okay.

"Everything seemed so real. The guy I hit with the car….those two men in the motel room….everything."

"The mist got to me too Sam."

"But why weren't you affected?"

"I was at first, but then I remembered what you were going through, all the stuff you were seeing that wasn't there, and I managed to fight it."

"It's good you did or we'd both be dead." Sam looked over at the bodies sitting around the table. "We got to notify the police. These people have families that don't know what happened to them." He walked over and checked the man who had been barely alive when he had been brought there, then shook his head sadly when he realized he was now dead.

"We will…once we're finished." Dean put his hand on his brother's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"The mist?"

"Yeah, we got to destroy it."

"Do you have any idea where it might have gone?"

"More then likely back to its home. Come on…I'll explain on the way."

Farmhouse

As they pulled in front of the farmhouse Sam looked over at Dean.

"Shouldn't we be burning his grave instead?"

"His son said he was cremated and the ashes were dumped."

"He could be lying."

"Yeah I know…but the only thing we can do is the next best thing."

"Burn the house." Sam said as he looked over at the house.

"Yep."

"You know if there is a grave and a body does exist burning the house won't solve anything."

"It's the only thing we have Sam. That man we killed was a school teacher and it won't be long before someone notices he's missing and looks for him. Plus that guy that told us about the mist, I was questioning him about the father and son and he's bound to talk once they discover the son's body. Once that body's found and this place goes up in flames we're going to be wanted for murder and arson, we're not going to have time to hang around here looking for a body."

"Well let's just pray there isn't one."

They walked into the farmhouse and after making sure no one was in it Dean lit a match and dropped it on the already gasoline saturated floor, it went up immediately. They stood by their car for a few seconds waiting to hear the agonizing scream from the spirit that usually accompanied a burning but there wasn't any. Dean looked over at Sam knowing what he was thinking.

"It doesn't mean anything Sam. It could still be in there."

"I hate to leave here without being sure."

"We don't have a choice; those flames are going to be seen for miles around." He patted Sam on the back. "We got to go….We got to find a motel out of the county and get you cleaned up; looks like you're going to need some stitches." Dean said nodding toward Sam's bloody arm.

Sam didn't move but stood staring at the burning farmhouse. The old lumber was already collapsing in on itself.

"I'd feel much better if we heard it scream."

"We'll keep an eye on the local papers and see if there are any other disappearances, if there are, we'll come back." He hated to leave as much as Sam did without knowing for sure that the spirit was destroyed but he also knew they didn't have a choice. He was already wanted for murder and Sam would go down right beside him as an accomplice.

Sam knew Dean was right; they had to get out of there before the cops arrived. He gave his brother a nod and got in the car. Dean took one last look back at the house as he opened his door.

"Burn in hell you son of a bitch…." He said softly hoping his words proved true. He then got in the car and sped down the dirt road and onto the highway then headed out of town.

The woods

The mist stood still as it watched the only home it ever knew burn, his hatred toward the strangers growing as the flames shot high into the sky. Its home was gone but it still existed. Someday it would seek out the men who tried to destroy it, but for now it would rest. It sunk slowly into the ground where its body lay buried in an unmarked grave.

The End