"This whole being chained to a wall thing is getting pretty old." Dean lifted his hands up and brought them back down again to rest on the floor. As if he needed the noise and weight of the contraptions on his wrists to remind him.

"You're getting old," Sam replied, it was weak come back but on an empty stomach and with a preoccupied mind it was all he could come up with. All that kept running through his head was how ridiculous this was getting to be. Like Dean had said, they were once again stuck in chains and once again his brother was annoying the hell out of him.

"Great come back."

"Just shut up."

"Whatever dude." Looking down at the ground Dean found himself slightly disappointed, there was no dirt. That meant he couldn't draw anymore puppies. The freakishly clean white tile unnerved him. Reminded him too much of a hospital, then again that's where they were.

In all his boredom however Dean just kept thinking about how they were going to get out of here in one piece. There weren't many options. His best plan so far was that Sam would have a plan. "Got any ideas geek boy?"

"What?" Sam had been lost in his thoughts, not paying attention to anything around him.

"Do…you…have…any…ideas…on…how…to…get…out…of…here…genius?" Separating each word with a pause, mainly to annoy the hell out of Sam.

"Last I checked that was on the list of things older brothers are supposed to do," Sam replied, choosing not to take the bait Dean was laying out so generously.

"Hey last time I checked you were an older brother as well." Dean hadn't made up his mind whether Seeth was friend or foe but if he could use the kid to annoy Sam then that was one point in favor of keeping Seeth around.

"Shut up Dean."

"You need to come up with some different material."

"Dean!" Sam yelled then, realizing he really didn't want to attract attention to themselves, said in a quieter voice, "for God's sake just shut up and think about how we are going to get out of here."

This was just too much fun; if he couldn't draw in the dirt he might as well annoy Sam. "Hey, don't get all menopausal on me, I've got a plan."

Sam really didn't want to ask. There was a ninety nine percent chance that Dean was just baiting him but that one percent had Sam making a fool out of himself by asking, "What?" Rolling his eyes and warning Dean to choose his answer wisely with a glare.

Leveling his eyes with Sam's Dean said in the most serious tone he could manage, "Let you come up one." The barely contained smirk shone through on his face and for the first time Dean was glad that they were chained to a wall, out of reach of one another.

Not being able to help it, Sam let out one huff but kept any other ones in, no need to give Dean anymore ammo. Giving his older brother one more glare and the best look of discontentment he could come up Sam leaned his head against the wall and went back to his own thoughts.

Dean smiled to himself and let out a small laugh. He let the smart alec comment about Sam's pouting like a girl remain in his head, even obnoxious Dean knew when enough was enough. "Seriously though, the only thing I can think of is waiting for one of those goons to get close enough to be taken out with some fancy footwork and hope they have a key on them."

"Or a gun," Sam mumbled to himself.

"What?"

"Or a gun so I can get some peace and quiet."

The comment spurred Dean into action, he had been nice and ended his game but if Sam was still playing then Dean wouldn't quit. "Hey, you're the one they want so maybe I can make a deal with them. Tell them all you're weak spots so that way they can get you to use your freaky powers. I'll tell them to mention mom, Jessica, and dad." Dean immediately regretted the words as soon as they rolled off his tongue. He mentally kicked himself over and over, why had he never learned how to think before speaking.

Sam reeled from Dean's statement. How could he say something like that? Why would he say something like that? Looking away from Dean to hide the tears that threatened to spill over, Sam felt the anger growing inside of him. He could feel the heat as his face flushed from rage. There was a tiny voice that was trying to tell Sam that Dean had been joking and had in no way meant harm from what he had said but that bit of him was quickly squashed.

"Sam, Sam I'm sorry…"

"Shut up Dean!"

"I hope you two are behaving yourselves."

Sam and Dean both turned their heads towards the door where the sound had come from. Nick was standing in the doorway. How neither of them had heard the door open was a mystery to both boys.

Dean glanced over at Sam but the younger man just hung his head downwards. Sam had gone into depressed brooding like he always did when something like this happened. Kicking himself again for his inability to think Dean knew he would be taking this one on his own.

"Look no offense but this is more of a Winchester matter," Dean said, pleased to see that using the Winchester name had an effect on the otherwise cool faced man.

"No offense but the Winchesters are a dying breed. I'm a right? First mommy, then daddy, even future Winchesters like Jessica eh Sammy." Dean wasn't the only one who could push buttons. Unbeknownst to his two sons Nick had heard the argument and decided to use it to his advantage.

"Shut up," Dean said in a low, threatening growl. Stealing a quick look over at Sammy Dean wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not that he had remained stoic. Maybe Sam was so wrapped up in being mad at Dean that he hadn't heard. Dean could hope couldn't he? "You have no right."

"I'm you're father, I have every right in the world," Nick said, adopting a much more serious, forceful tone. He stepped towards the two men but remained out of reach, there was no doubt that Dean would try something and hadn't Nick already not to get to close to Dean's legs. "Which makes what I'm about to do just fine." Taking a chance that Sam was too upset to do anything Nick stepped closer to the boy. "Look at me Sam." The kid didn't move. "Look at me," Nick repeated, slower and with more force. When Sam still didn't comply Nick bent down and grabbed his middle child by the hair, slamming his head back against the wall.

Sam let out a slight wince when he felt his skull connect with the hard concrete but other than that didn't move or change expression. Then with possibly more venom than a snake Sam spat out one word. "Bastard."

"At least now I have you're attention." Nick continued his hold on Sam's head and took a little satisfaction in pulling his hair back tighter, causing the young man to flinch again.

"Go fuck yourself."

Shocked couldn't express Dean's reaction to what Sam had just said. Never before in his life had he heard his little brother sound like that. Dean couldn't ever recall Sam having the look in his eyes that he had at the moment. If given the chance Dean knew that Sam would kill Nick. This was not a Sam that Dean was liked. Even as the shoot first ask questions later, belligerent, gung ho type Dean had never expressed that amount of hate towards anything, except the demon perhaps.

Had his head been free from Nick's grasp it would have gone flying from the slap that was delivered to his left cheek. Not allowing himself to show any sign of weakness Sam just narrowed his eyes and shot murderous looks at Nick.

"Don't use that language around me boy. I'm your father, you will respect me."

Dean was too astonished at how Sam was reacting to say anything but continue to watch what was going on.

"Enough chit chat. Let's get back to the reason you're here. You are to conjure up a vision of the demon; I want his location and how to kill him. This time we're upping the stakes."

Sam tried stopping the quick look at Dean but caught himself too late. Last time Dean had been taken somewhere else and almost killed. No matter how angry he was at Dean there was no way he could let it happen again. All grudges went out the window when one of them was hurt. When Sam was thirteen they had gotten into an argument over something, he couldn't remember what, but it had resulted in a week of them giving each other the silent treatment. They were hunting a poltergeist when Dean was thrown up against some bookshelves and Sam rushed to his rescue. They never spoke about the argument again. Everything had been forgiven the moment Dean needed help. Hoping Nick didn't see his reaction; Sam remained quiet and met each evil glare with one of his own.

Noticing the glance that Sam threw over his shoulder towards Dean Nick inwardly smiled at the fact that their little disagreement wouldn't get in the way. Not that he ever thought it would. "For every hour you go without a vision this will happen." Nick pressed a button on a remote control that he had hidden in his pant's pocket.

Dean hadn't been paying too much attention to what Nick was saying, only Sam's reaction and the brief, terrified look Sam had in his eyes when they caught each other's glance. So when he felt a sharp pain start from the base of his neck and shoot itself down his spine Dean couldn't help but let out a yell. Instinctively he arched his back to get away from the pain but it didn't work. Fire was spreading through his body and he could feel his heart start pumping erratically. The side affects were familiar, but it couldn't be, the collar was gone. In his mind though Dean knew he was being electrocuted. Just as soon as it started, it stopped. Slouching against the wall Dean tried to steady his breathing.

"No! I told you, I can't control them." Sam was horrified at what he had just seen. His brother was going to be tortured right in front of him. Keeping Dean in his peripheral vision Sam focused back on Nick. "Please, I can't just have a vision when I want, they come when they come."

"Not good enough. Replacing the collar that we used on your brother earlier is a tiny piece of plastic that has two prongs jutting into Dean's neck. I wouldn't touch it off if I were you," Nick said without turning around, only having to guess to know that Dean would be reaching up to pull it out.

Dean stopped just before he touched the back of his neck. He couldn't believe that he hadn't felt it before. Now that that he was aware of something there Dean could feel it. Or maybe it was due to the fact that the two metal rods sticking into his neck were burning.

Not hearing any screams from behind him that would indicate Dean hadn't heeded his warning, Nick continued. "That shock was only at twenty percent. Every time he has to be shocked the power is going to increase by five percent. At seventy five he should experience permanent brain damage. Eighty five ought to kill him."

Dean was listening now and he didn't like what he was hearing. He was about to go through all the hell he had just recovered from but perhaps the thing that scared him most was Seeth. There was no way that Nick was just going to let him die. Seeth could heal him and in twenty four hours the fun could start all over again.

Speak of the devil.

"Seeth," Nick said calmly. He loved Sam's expression when Seeth walked in the room, where was a camera when you needed one. "Here you go." Nick handed the remote controller to Seeth and pointed towards a chair in one corner of the room. "You can sit there and remember, every hour if Sam doesn't have a vision." With that Nick left the room, shutting the door with a bang.

Okay, I soooo promise that I did not plan on leaving this chapter hanging. However, it's been a while since I updated and I wanted to get this up. I think there will be one more chapter with a cliffie and then they will be done. Maybe. Anyway, enjoy and please review, they are much appreciated.