Chapter 8

Brad walked around the kitchen like a caged tiger ready to pounce. He had a bad feeling that all this was being staged, like they were all being watched and he didn't know where it was coming from. He was also very worried about Sam. Jack noticed his brother's agitation and went over to grab his shoulders and make him stop walking.

"What is it," asked Jack.

"Sam," said Brad simply. "I just don't think he is going to be able to handle this right now."

"Brad," said Jack. "Sam is a lot tougher than you think." He poured him a cup of coffee and also poured one for Sam. He handed Brad the cup. Bryan took the one for Sam. "Yeah," he said. "He'll be okay." Bryan grinned at the others and took the beverage in to his young friend. He froze and looked around at the couch where Sam was supposed to be laying. His heart dropped to his feet. He looked around frantically believing the worst.

SAM!" Bryan yelled and ran to look in the bathroom. Sam wasn't there. Brad, Tony and Jack all came running.

"What is it?" asked Tony and saw why his partner was so freaked out. Sam wasn't where they'd left him.

"Shit! Sam!" yelled Tony.

"OK," ordered Jack. "Brad you look upstairs. Tony and Bryan look out back. I'll take the front!" Everybody nodded and did as they were instructed. Nobody spoke out loud what they were all thinking, that Sam had been taken too.

Tony and Bryan looked everywhere but couldn't find Sam. "Where the hell is he," questioned Bryan. Tony shook his head. "I wish I knew," he replied. They both looked across the yard and saw the shed at the same time. Then they looked at each other and drew their guns. They both walked over to it and went inside, waving their guns from one side to the other. They saw Sam and both blew out a breath.

Slowly they walked over to where he was standing. "Sam," said Bryan carefully. "You okay?"

"Have I been here for five minutes yet?" Sam asked looking at his friends. His voice was shaking when he said it.

"You've been here for fifteen minutes," replied Bryan and Sam nodded.

"What are you doing here?" asked Tony. "You scared us to death. We thought they got you too."

"One of them was in here with me," said Sam.

"What?" asked Bryan already beginning to get angry. Sam sighed. He recognized that look and it was never good.

"Start talking," said Bryan.

"My phone vibrated. It was the kidnapper. He told me to come outside and come alone."

"Sam," said Tony.

"I had to do it. I had to do what he said. They're watching me. They knew I was on my knees when I was talking to Dean. They knew I was lying on the couch afterwards and they knew that the rest of you were in the kitchen. They know everything I do! They said if I didn't come out here alone, they'd hurt Dean!" cried Sam.

"Come here Sam," said Bryn and grabbed him. Sam flinched which made Bryan angrier. "Stop it! I'm not going to hurt you, now come here." He shoved Sam out the door. Tony followed and saw Sam's face.

"Bryan!" said Tony. "Let him go!"

"No!" said Bryan. "I'm not going to let him go. Sam do you realize you scared us to death! We thought they had gotten you too!" He pushed Sam against the door. He flinched again. Bryan shook his head. "Listen to me," he said.

"Bryan!" said Tony again. "Let him go!"

"No. He's going to have to stop this!"

"Let him go now," said Tony and grabbed his partners arm shoving him away. He stepped in between them. Bryan looked at his partner and then back at Sam. Then he walked away. Tony turned toward Sam.

"Are you okay?" he asked the young hunter. Sam nodded.

"Good, but you can't run off like that again. You have to let us know where you're going," Tony said.

"I can't. They're watching me!" cried Sam. "If I don't do what they say, they'll hurt Dean."

"Look Sam," said Tony. "We don't know much about the supernatural. What we do know we learned through a crash course, but we do know about kidnappers man, it's our job. They will not kill Dean until they get what they want now Bryan said that he heard Dean talking to you. They want you. You can not run off like that. You have to let us know when you get a call like that again so we can watch out for you."

"They may not kill Dean, but I have no doubt they'll hurt him," said Sam. Bryan came back over, fire in his eyes.

"Bryan," said Tony nervously. Sam backed up.

"Sam you listen to me and you listen good," he said. "We are not going to let you get yourself kidnapped. We are not going to let you do this on your own. I want stand for and neither will Tony. If Dean was here he would agree. You either let us know when they call and tell you to do stuff like this or else."

Sam looked at Bryan and nodded. "Okay," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm just scared. I don't know what to do."

"Well for one, don't shut us out, okay," replied Bryan, his anger beginning to subside. Sam nodded again.

"Good," said Tony, "now let's go inside so you can tell us what happened." They both went inside, followed by Tony.

Dean felt like he'd been on that wheel forever. He felt like his body weighed a ton and no matter what he did, he couldn't get the headphones off of his head. He was forced to listen to the same message over and over again.

Nemesis came in and turned the light back on. It flooded the room and blinded Dean. He stopped the wheel and Dean's body stopped turning. He walked up to him and removed the headphones. He took a light, lifted Dean's lids and peered inside his eyes.

"How are you doing there Dean?" he asked. He checked out the cuffs on Dean's hands and feet making sure they were still secure.

"Oh I'm just great," said Dean sarcastically. "Look, I'm not going to do what you want so you might as well let me go."

"Let you go," laughed Nemesis. "Are you kidding me?" He leaned down to Dean's ear and whispered, "You will do exactly what I say," he said and rose up. He went to get another syringe and filled it up with the drug. Dean bit his lip nervously, as Nemesis approached him again. He squirmed, trying to get away but it was no use. Nemesis grinned and Dean winced as more of the drug was inserted into his bloodstream. Heat spread throughout his body and the drug numbed his mind.

"Now we don't have a whole lot of time Dean, so I'm going to have to step this up a little."

"No," said Dean as Nemesis replaced the headphones turning it up as loud as it would go, but before he did that he rubbed some gel on Dean's temples and attached some wires. Dean started to shake his head trying to remove them.

"Oh no you don't Dean," said Nemesis and took a strapped, strapping his head in place so it couldn't move.

"Please," said Dean as Nemesis turned a crank inverting the wheel. Dean was on the bottom, looking down at the floor. He squeezed his eyes against the pain and pressure that the position placed on him. Nemesis flipped a switch delivering slow steady shocks to Dean's brain and turned the message on the headphones up, then flipped another switch setting the wheel to spinning once again. It was making Dean sick. Nemesis shut off the lights, plunging him into total darkness. "See you in the morning Dean."

"PLEASE!" yelled Dean but he was gone.