Chapter 5

Police had arrived in no time and blocked off both ends of Jack's house with yellow crime seen tape. Squad cars, CSI vans and a cororners wagon were all lined up and down his driveway.

The cops had sunglasses on. Behind them they looked suspiciously at Sam, or maybe they were just trying to make him nervous to see how he would react.

In front of Jack's house, Sam sat on the grass with his back against a light pole. Jack came over to sit down beside him. He didn't want to leave him alone. Not right now and not the way the cops were looking at him. For some reason they had already reasoned that Sam was guilty of murder.

Two times in two hours, he had been questioned. Two detectives that Tony and Bryan knew questioned him the first time, only one the second. Tony and Bryan wasn't to crazy about either one of them apparently, thought Sam.

Sam never mentioned Dean. Not once. He wished they'd go away, but they just kept hanging around and asking him the same questions over and over. They wouldn't let him leave. Not even to go get a drink of water.

Sam looked down at his watch and winced. Two of his sixty hours were gone.

The detective, Langston, walked back over to Sam who groaned inwardly. "I need to talk to him alone," he told Jack. Sam knew the reason. They wanted to keep him off balance. They were hoping he'd slip up. Sam looked up into Langston's eyes. He had taken the sunglasses off, but Sam couldn't read his face.

Not to long ago, Sam had tried to call Dean on his cellphone hoping that this was some kind of sick joke or maybe even a nightmare, but Dean never picked up and Sam was wide awake. He knew just how real this was.

He just couldn't understand how the kidnappers were going to get something from him when they wouldn't tell him what is was they wanted. How was he suppose to know if they didn't tell him. None of this made any sense. Slowly he got to his feet and leaned against the light pole because he wasn't sure that his legs would hold him up. His mind went back to the words of the kidnappers earlier.

"Man you aren't listening. I haven't done anything."

"We know."

"I don't know what you want!"

"We know."

The words kept playing over and over in Sam's mind. They must be crazy, he thought. Lunatics. No rational person could understand why they were doing this.

"Maybe," thought Sam, "They had some kind of job they wanted him to do for them. Maybe they wanted him to break the law." Sam winced as a thousand questions went through his head.

Jack looked at Sam and didn't like what he saw. "Sam," he said gently. Sam looked at his friend. Jack could see the strain. Minutes were passing and Sam was wound tight. He felt like something inside of his head was going to pop.

"Are you okay?" asked Jack and lifted a hand to touch him, but Sam stepped away, so Jack lowered his hand. "Are you okay?" he asked him again. Sam nodded but Jack knew better. He couldn't wait for everyone to leave so he could really check him over. The young hunter was strained and looked like he was about to break.

Sam looked at the other detectives and didn't like them at all. In fact he hated them. They were so ready to arrest Sam for the murder and go on about their business. They didn't even seem like they were trying to find the killer. In their eyes, the killer was standing right in front of them.

Sam hated them which under the circumstances was a good thing, because it distracted him from the fear he had for Dean.

He had to be careful. They were not mentioning the kidnapping but if Sam dared to give himself over to worry about his brother, he would fall to pieces. He felt so fragile, like he was going to break any minute. Each time Dean's face came to his mind he had to banish it, because if he didn't his eyes would grow hot, his vision would blur and his heart would start thundering.

Sam watched as Langston came back over to him yet again. The detective asked Jack to leave. Jack nodded and walked over to Bryan. They watched as Langston started grilling Sam again.

Sam rose to his feet, warey and sick to death with worry for his brother, but trying real hard to appear weary and impatient.

Dean struggled until finally he got one hand free. He reached up to take the band off his head and then undid the other straps. He slowly and cautiously got to his feet, but had to hold onto the table until the wave of dizziness passed, then carefullly made his way to the door.

He opened it and stepped out into the large living room. He looked around and didn't see anything, so he made his way quickly to the front door. He ran out into the daylight. He squinted and almost cried out because the drug was making him hypersensitive to the light. He started toward the woods thinking he was free, but he was so wrong.

"DEAN!" yelled Nemesis and stepped out onto the porch. Dean kept going, not looking back.

"STOP!" yelled Nemesis again, but Dean continued his treck.

"We are watching Sam," yelled Nemesis. This caused Dean to stop and turn around.

"We know every move he makes. We know every time he goes to take a leak. We are watching everything he does, so if you don't want him hurt, you will get your ass back here!"

Dean shook his head but didn't speak.

"Get back here Dean! If I have to come get you, we will hurt Sam." Dean closed his eyes pushing down the panic, then opened them again. He looked toward the woods. It would be so easy to keep going, but if they're watching Sam, he could be hurt and Dean wasn't about to let that happen.

"You've got 30 seconds to get your ass back here Dean. That's it!" Dean shook his head again then defeated walked back to the house. Nemesis motioned to the two men with him and they ran down to the yard and grabbed Dean, shoving him up the steps. When he reached the top, Nemesis grabbed him. "You will be punished," he said, and they shoved him back inside.