Chapter 10

Jack came around the house on a run, followed by Bryan. "Sam!" he yelled and slowed down to a walk when he saw what was happening. He reached the car on the passenger's side and stooped to peer inside.

"Oh God," he exclaimed when he saw all the blood. He looked through the passenger door to the driver's side. Sam was still on his knees. He still had the box with the finger clutched in his hand.

Slowly Jack came around the car. Tony backed off and Jack took his place. He knelt down and gazed inside the box. He breathed a sigh of relief then looked at Sam.

"Sam," said Jack softly. Sam stayed where he was.

"It's not real Sam," declared Jack. "The finger is not Dean's. It's not real. It's wax." Slowly Sam got the message and looked up at Jack.

"It's not real," said Jack again. Sam was still shaking. Sweat poured from his face.

"Come on," said Jack and reached out. Sam shoved him away and jumped to his feet. He glared. Jack raised his hands, palms out.

"Sam don't," whispered Jack. "Don't push me away. Don't push us away. Let us help." He took a step. When he was toe to toe with Sam he took his head in both of his hands and made him look at him. "Don't push me away," said Jack. Sam nodded.

"Good, now I need you to come with me. I need to take you into the clinic so I can check you out. Okay?" Sam didn't say anything but he let Jack take him by the arm.

"Come on." Sam did as he was told. Tony watched them enter the clinic. Brad followed in case his brother needed some help with Sam. Anger filled Tony and he slammed the car door shut." It was loud against the still night.

"Damn it!" yelled Tony. Bryan looked at his partner. Tony rubbed his hands down his face roughly.

"You okay?" asked Bryan.

"How could they do that to him? Tell me how?" said Tony angrily. Bryan shook his head.
"I don't know," he answered. "I don't have an answer Tony. They're sick."

"They're not sick," said Tony. "They're damn psychopaths! God only knows what they're doing to Dean right now!"

"I know. Come on. Let's get this car cleaned up and go check on Sam. After the phone call at 6pm we're going to go see what we can find out," said Bryan. Tony nodded and together they cleaned up the car and threw the fake finger away. When they finished it was 5:50 p.m.

They entered the clinic and walked over to the treatment area where Sam was at. He was sitting on one of the beds. Tony and Bryan looked at their young friend and saw the strain all over him. Sam looked down at his watch. It was 5:59 pm. He jumped when his cell phone rang.

He answered it. "How did you enjoy our little gift," asked Nemesis. Sam didn't answer the question. "Let me talk to Dean," he said instead.

"No. Not this time," replied Nemesis.

"Let me talk to him," he insisted.

"I said no Sam. I may put him on the next call. Is the bed you're sitting on comfortable?" Sam jerked his head up and looked around.

"That's right Sam. I can still see you. You can't get away from me. I have eyes everywhere. Is it comfortable," asked Nemesis again.

"No," answered Sam. "It's not" Even though he was closed up in Jacks clinic, he felt as exposed as a rat in an open field.

"You scared Sam?"

"You seem to know everything. You know I am."

"That's good," replied Nemesis. "You won't do anything stupid then." Sam squeezed his eyes shut to force down the panic. These taunts must have a purpose, he thought. The kidnapper wanted to get inside his head and mess with him. That's why all the blood and the fake finger.

"Sam, son" said Nemesis, "No offense, but you're as naïve as an altar boy."

"If you say so," said Sam.

"I do. I say so," answered Nemesis. "What was he trying to do," thought Sam. "Was he trying to make him angry?"

"What do you want from me?" Sam asked his heart pounding in his ears. "If you'd just tell me, I'd do it. Please! Let me talk to my brother!"

"You're eyes are wide open Sam, but you don't see," said Nemesis. This made him nervous. More nervous than anything else that Nemesis had said. Not long ago, in the shed, that same thought occurred to him.

He felt that the kidnappers could not only watch him and listen to him anytime, anywhere, but also hear his thoughts. It unnerved him to say the least. "Who were these guys?" he thought.

"Are you there Sam," asked Nemesis.

"I'm listening."

"I'll call you at 7:30 pm."

"More waiting! Just tell me what the hell you want!" yelled Sam. Impatience and fear gnawed at him and he could no longer hold it inside.

"What do you want?" cried Sam.

"Easy Sam," said Nemesis. "I was about to tell you what to do next but you interrupted me."

"Then tell me damn it!" yelled Sam.

"If you interrupt me again, I'll make you wait until 8:30," said Nemesis.

Sam calmed down, as much as he could. "I understand," he said feeling the invisible strings being manipulated in this maniac's hands.

"Good," said Nemesis. "When we hang up you will get in Dean's car and drive to Virginia Beach. You will take one person with you and that's all."

"Why?" asked Sam.

"Too many people," said Nemesis. "I don't want you alone, but I don't want everybody there either."

"Please tell me what you want!" cried Sam.

"We will soon Sam. One person. That's all. Let the others know we're watching them."

"Who," asked Sam?

"Not one of the cops. Jack or Brad. You're choice. Everybody else is to stay put," said Nemesis.

"Okay," answered Sam.

"We'll know if they don't. Let them know that if they do not do as they are told and stay put, we will cut Dean to pieces like a pig in a slaughterhouse. Understand?"

"Yes," said Sam, heart full of dread.

"Good," said Nemesis. "7:30. If you don't do as you're told Sam, the next time we send you a gift it will be real. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Sam.

"Good," said Nemesis and ended the call.