Chapter 3

"That went well," said the kidnapper as he looked down at Dean who was still lying on the floor.

"Yeah considering this one is trying to cause trouble." He also looked down at Dean.

"Get him up!" The second guy was joined by a third and together they hauled him to his feet. Dean immediately began to struggle.

"Get the hell of me!" he shouted. "I'm not letting you anywhere near my brother so you can forget it!"

"I swear Dean if you don't calm the hell down, me and you are going to have some problems." said the leader of the group. Dean continued to struggle. He couldn't get over the strength of the two men. Finally after a few minutes, when Dean continued thrashing and trying to pull away from his captors, the leader casually walked up to him and hit him hard in the stomach. He would have bowled over if the other two guys hadn't been holding him up. He grunted as the wind was knocked out of him.

"You're going to do what I say Dean or you are going to be in a whole lot of pain."

"What the hell do you want anyway? Who are you yahoo's?" asked Dean, as he attempted to catch his breathe. The leader of the group nodded and the other two men threw him back down to the floor. He started to get up, but one of the other guys kicked him and knocked him back down.

"Stay there Dean until I say you can get up," said the leader.

"What? You've got to be kidding me," said Dean. He started to get up again, but was detained. The leader of the group kicked him hard in the stomach and he rolled into a ball.

"One thing you are going to learn Dean, is how to do what you are told," said the leader.

"Go to hell!" shouted Dean and was kicked again. He grabbed a hold of the man's foot and yanked it out from under him. The man fell to the ground with a crash and Dean jumped up and began to run for the door. Before he reached it, he was snatched back as the two pairs of strong hands pulled him forcibly, spinning him around. They held him still as the leader got up off the ground and dusted his self off.

"I was going to save this for later, but seeing as how you insist on causing trouble, we'll start now," said the leader. "Bring him!" The other men pulled Dean toward a room off to the side of the main one. He fought all the way, but stopped and stared as he was shoved inside.

Dean shook his head. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!" he said and looked around. He couldn't believe it. "What the hell do you want?" he stumbled as he was shoved into the room. Then was grabbed again and forced down onto a table.

"We want you to do as you are told," said the leader. "We can't kill you until we get what we want from your brother, but we can make you wish you were dead." Dean looked around. The two men with the leader each grabbed an arm and forced it down to the table, strapping them in place.

"Let me go you son of a bitch!" yelled Dean. He began to tug at the straps, not really liking where this was going. The room was full of all kinds of instruments of torture and submission. Some things he'd never seen before and he had thought he'd seen it all.

"Let's see now, where should we begin?" He walked over and looked down at his captive. Dean was still struggling.

"What do you want?" he asked the leader again.

"You'll know soon enough, but the time is not now. You better hope your brother loves you as much as he says he does or this is going to get intense."

"Leave my brother the hell alone!" yelled Dean.

"That's not going to happen Dean. You're brother has become our puppet. He'll do what we say or you'll suffer the consequences of his actions. You'll also suffer Dean if you don't learn to do what you're told." The leader walked down to Dean's legs and around the table to the other side. When he reached the end, Dean lifted up his legs and kicked the man, sending him stumbling backward to crash into the wall. This time when the man got up he was furious. He stalked over to Dean and glared down at him. Dean grinned which made the man angrier.

"Listen you little asshole!" the man shouted. "You think I'm playing? Do you really think I'm not serious?" He looked at one of the men with him. Dean looked too. He saw the man pull out a syringe and hand it to the leader.

"NO!" yelled Dean. The man roughly rolled up the sleeve of Dean's shirt and tied a tourniquet on his upper arm. Dean winced as the man inserted the needle into his vein and delivered the contents of the syringe. Immediately heat spread up Dean's body and touched his mind. He winced again as his head got fuzzy. He tried to shake the feeling but he couldn't. He felt like a thousand bugs was crawling on him, there legs sticking into his arms and legs.

"Now," said the leader of the group. "You will listen to me Dean." Dean shook his head or tried to anyway but the heaviness that suddenly overcame him was remarkable. The leader got down in his face, grabbing him by the hair. "My name is Nemesis. You're going to get to know me very well," he said. "Trust me. You do not want to mess with me. You will do what I say or you will be sorry. I know just how to make difficult people like you do anything I want." Dean looked up at the man. His mind was getting cloudy. His eyes were getting heavy. This drug was new. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't like what it was doing to him. It was putting him in a semiconscious state. A state where it would be easy to coerse and manipulate him. He tried to close his eyes, but they shot open again when he felt something on his head.

He tried to look up. The leader had placed a strap across his head to hold it in place. The leader of the group went down to Dean's feet and strapped them down to the table, then walked back up to stared down into Dean's eyes.

"Welcome to your nightmare son. Are you ready to behave yourself, or are you still going to cause me problems?" he asked Dean.

Dean glared back up in his eyes. They were cold, hard. It sent a chill up his spine. The man looked like a human but he didn't seem human. Dean wasn't sure. He couldn't concentrate. He couldn't think. The drug was making him loose his sense of reality. Nemesis glowered at Dean and inserted another syringe full. Dean shook his head. He couldn't form words. He didn't believe this was happening. Couldn't believe it. He had a feeling that Nemesis wasn't human. He felt like he was far from human, but something more. Something dangerous.