Chapter 7

"I know they know Sam. That's okay, but if anymore cops find out….."

"I didn't tell them anything," said Sam.

"I know. I'm watching you. Right now you're on your knees in Jack's living room," said Nemesis.

"What," asked Sam looking around frantically? He started to get up.

"Stay right where you are Sam. I like you on your knees.

"How," asked Sam. "How did you know I was on my knees?"

"You'll give me what I want," replied Nemesis, ignoring the question.

"What do you want? Dean said you wanted me, but I don't understand," said Sam fearfully.

"Dean Talks too much," said Nemesis.

"Please," said Sam.

"I'm done talking for now Sam. I'll call you back soon."

"How long?" cried Sam.

"Soon Sam. You're my puppet. I don't want you to forget. You'll do what I say or you'll never see your brother again." The phone went dead and Sam remained where he was. Slowly Jack knelt down and helped him to his feet and onto the couch.

"Lay down Sam," said Jack and when Sam didn't move, Jack grabbed his feet and placed them on the couch. He walked into the kitchen, where Brad had just finished making the coffee. Bryan covered Sam up and both he and Tony also went into the kitchen.

Nemesis looked down at Dean who was currently sitting on the couch. Both of the men were standing behind him to make sure he didn't try anything.

"That was an interesting conversation you had with your brother," said Nemesis. Dean just looked at him, hatred in his eyes.

"Who are you man? What are you?" asked Dean.

"You'll know soon Dean, now there is a little matter of you trying to run away that we have to deal with," said Nemesis.

Dean shook his head starting to get afraid. "I came back," he said. Nemesis nodded. "Yes, you did but only after I threatened to hurt your brother."

"I'm not going to let you hurt my brother," said Dean in a low voice. Nemesis just raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah really," replied Dean. Nemesis walked over to his prey and towered over him. "I guess I'm going to have to show you aren't I."

Dean jumped up and glared at Nemesis. "Leave him alone. I'm not going to let Sam give himself to you!" Nemesis shoved him back down to the couch and when he tried to get up again, the men placed a hand on each one of his shoulders.

"Let me go!" Dean yelled.

"You'll be punished Dean. Don't think I've forgotten. I just wanted you to speak to your brother first." He looked at the men that were holding Dean. "Put him on the wheel." The men nodded and jerked Dean to his feet and back into the room he had been tied in before.

His eyes got wide as he saw what the leader was talking about. "NO!" yelled Dean and began to fight. The men dragged him over to a large wheel. It had a large indented X in the middle of it that they shoved Dean down into. His hands were strapped to the top arms of the X and his legs to the bottom. This time cuffs instead of straps were used. Nemesis walked over to where he was laying. "Now, are you going to try to escape again?" he asked.

Dean looked up towards his hands that were chained and then down at his feet. He was stretched wide. He couldn't get away if he tried. He was chained tightly. He shook his head. He didn't know what was going to happen but he had a feeling it wasn't going to be good. Nemesis walked over to him and pulled the sleeve of his t-shirt down toward his shoulders and applied the tourniquet again. Dean tried to struggle but it was no use. The way he was chained he could hardly move.

Nemesis grabbed the syringe and turned menacingly toward his captive. Dean shook his head. "Don't!" he cried out but Nemesis just grinned and inserted the needle into Dean's vein again, delivering the contents unmercifully into his bloodstream. He gave him more than he did the first two times and Dean immediately started to get light headed as he was forced into that semiconscious state again. He closed his eyes, and they shot back open almost immediately when he felt himself moving.

"What…are….you doing," he asked as Nemesis flipped a switch. The wheel began to slowly rotate around and around.

"Taking you for a ride Dean," said Nemesis and stopped the wheel. He took a pair of headphones and placed them on Dean's head. They were amplified so the recorded words were very loud in his ears. Dean gasped. "NO," he yelled and tried to struggle again but the drug was weighing him down.

"Why!" Nemesis didn't answer for a few minutes, then turned the headphones off for a second and said, "You'll be a hit man for me Dean. Your first targets will be those two cops and those two doctors, and then you'll bring your brother to me." Dean shook his head, "It's not going to happen man. I thought you were going to punish me for running away, not brainwash me into killing my friends and handing over my brother to you. I'll die first you son of a bitch," yelled Dean with as much anger as he could muster, but the drug was working on him, placing him into a highly susceptible state for mind control. Dean tried to pull away when Nemesis inserted another needle and more of the drug.

Dean's vision wavered. He felt like he was being pressed down under a ton of bricks. Nemesis turned the headphones back on and Dean winced at the words he was forced to listen to over and over.

DESTROY TONY, BRYAN, JACK AND BRAD. KILL THEM. BRING ME SAM.

"Please," Dean said. Nemesis leaned into Dean's ear and said, "This is the first in one very long trip Dean." He flipped the switch sending Dean's body going around and around on that wheel. "See you soon." He turned out the light's plunging Dean into total darkness. It was deathly quiet in the room. The only sound, the voice of Nemesis on the head phones tormenting Dean with those words.

AT Jack's house Sam was left in the living room. The others were in the kitchen and he was still lying on the couch. He had been there about an hour when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He squeezed his eyes shut against the panic and answered it.

"Yeah," said Sam.

"Get up off the couch Sam. Go outside and around to the back. Go to the shed. Make sure you are not followed by anyone until we've had our little talk. It won't be me meeting you out there but it will be one of my men." Nemesis instructed. Sam shuddered as a chill went through him. He sat up.

"One more thing," said Nemesis.

"What?" asked Sam dreading the answer.

"If anybody follows you outside, Dean will pay." The phone went dead. Sam looked into the kitchen. The others were sitting at the table talking. He slowly rose to his feet and carefully made his way out the front door. His foot accidentally kicked something. He looked down and saw a hammer. He looked around then knelt down to pick it up. He walked around to the side of the house and over to the shed that Jack had in the back. He reached out to open the door but froze when he felt the cold barrel of a gun press into the back of his neck. He didn't turn around. He didn't swing the hammer. He'd never make it in time before the guy blew him away.

"Don't move Sam," said the voice. Sam thought he recognized it but wasn't sure. He didn't move. "Drop the hammer. Don't stoop down, just drop it." Sam did as he was told and dropped it. The man behind him pressed the gun into his back and knelt down to pick it up. Sam remained where he was.

"Inside," said the voice. Sam opened the door to the shed and stepped inside. When the door was closed the man wanted to know something.

"You must not love your brother as much as you say you do," he said.

"Yes I do," replied Sam.

"I don't think so or you would not have tried that stunt. Maybe you want him hurt."

"No. I don't."

"Maybe you want us to cut him up into little pieces and deliver him to you."

"No, please." Sam's heart was beating a million times a minute.

"Do not try that again. Understand," said the man matter of factly..

"Ok. I won't."

"We are watching you Sam. We know everything you do. You are our puppet."

"Okay," said Sam. "Nemesis will call you at 6 pm."

"That's two hours," cried Sam desperately.

"Very good. You can tell time, the man said.

"Six pm. Be waiting for it. I'm leaving now. Do not turn around for 5 minutes is that clear?"

"Yes," said Sam.

"Good and remember we're watching you." Sam heard the door as the man stepped out and closed it but Sam didn't move. He was afraid to.