Kayla it's not a coincidence. That's where I got the idea. I believe I cited the book at the beginning of this story. Hope you enjoy it though.

Sheila

Chapter 13

"Now Jack," said Nemesis. "Make him go lay on one of the beds." Sam pointed the gun at Jack.

"Sam," said Jack nervously.

"I can't help it. He's watching me. I have to do what he says. I'm afraid you are going to have to lay down on one of the beds." Jack looked at Sam. Brad was now staring at him. Jack saw the fear and did as he was told.

"Tell Brad to use the leather straps and strap him down," said Nemesis.

"NO!" said Sam.

"Do as you're told Sam!" warned Nemesis. Sam looked at Brad.

"He wants you to strap him down, using the leather straps." Brad shook his head. "I'm not doing that," he said.

"Tell Brad I can hear him. He better obey!" said Nemesis. Sam swallowed hard and turned to Brad. "He can hear you," he said. "Do it now." Brad didn't like it but he did as he was told and strapped his brother down to the bed.

"Very good," said Nemesis. "Now tell him to give him a sedative."

"What!" yelled Sam. "NO!"

"Sam do you want me to hurt Dean?"

"No," said Sam.

"You sure?" asked Nemesis.

"Yes," answered Sam fearfully.

"I don't want Jack to use his powers. The only way he won't is if he's unconscious, now you tell him to do it and do it now," threatened Nemesis.

"What is it?" asked Brad.

"He's wants you to give Jack a sedative. He wants you to knock him out so he can't use his powers," answered Sam.

"Forget it!"

"If you don't he's going to hurt Dean. I don't want you to either, but he has my brother. Please Brad," said Sam. Brad shook his head. He walked over to the cabinet and took out a mild sedative.

"NOT THAT ONE," yelled Nemesis. "A strong one."

"He said a strong one," relayed Sam.

"How the hell does he know which one I was going to give him?" asked Brad.

"He's watching all of us," said Sam. Brad put that one back and got the strong one and filled a syringe. He walked over to his brother.

"Brad," said Jack telepathically. Brad looked at Jack.

"Pretend that you're giving it to me," Brad nodded slightly and walked over.

"Sam," said Nemesis.

"I'm here," said Sam.

"Tell Brad I see him and I heard Jack," said Nemesis. Sam relayed the message. Brad just stared at him. "How?" Sam shook his head.

"Tell him never mind. Give Jack the damn shot or else! You two are wasting too much time. You're making me angry!" Nemesis walked into the cell where Dean was being held and turned the crank, spreading Dean's legs even wider. He screamed in agony, the pain shooting up both of his legs into his hips.

"DEAN!" yelled Sam.

"You both better do what the hell I say. Right now!" yelled Nemesis. Sam looked at Brad, begging him to do what Nemesis wanted. Brad looked down at Jack, who let out a breath and nodded. Brad inserted the needle into his brother's arm delivering the drug, and within seconds Jack was unconscious.

"Good, now you and Brad get to the beach and wait for my call. Let Brad drive Sam because you are in no condition to."

"Alright," said Sam.

"Oh and one more thing," said Nemesis. Sam waited, heart full of dread. "I'm getting real tired of me having to tell you to do something more than once. You're my puppet Sam and I'm pulling the strings. From now on if I have to tell you to do something more than once I will hurt your brother. Do you understand?" Sam closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

"Yes," he said.

"Good, now put all the weapons in the trunk. Give Brad the keys and drive to the beach. Stay there until I contact you," said Nemesis. Sam wanted to protest but was afraid to, so he just did as he was told. Nemesis ended the call.

"He wants you to drive," said Sam. Brad nodded and climbed in the driver's seat. Sam got in the passengers and they headed for Virginia Beach. They took off and drove like crazy. They arrived 1 hour later and sat there waiting for instructions.

Sam's watch had 7:27 pm. His cell phone rang. He answered it.

"Sam," said Dean very weakly.

"Dean!" yelled Sam. He closed his eyes, bent his head and covered his face when he heard Dean's screams. Then Nemesis came on the phone.

"What's wrong with Dean," asked Sam.

"Put Brad on the phone," replied Nemesis ignoring Sam's question.

"What did you do to my brother," said Sam through clenched teeth.

"You must have already forgotten our previous conversation Sam. The one about doing as you're told. Put Brad on the phone Sam! Do it now!"

Sam swallowed hard and handed the phone to Brad. He expected to be brought into the conversation but the kidnapper spoke only to Brad and for longer than three minutes..

The first part of the conversation was obvious. He could hear Brad's half of it. The last couple of minutes proved not easy to follow. Brad's responses grew shorter. His voice became more grim.

When Brad hung up the phone Sam asked, "What do they want us to do?" His hands were shaking and his legs were weak. His voice trembled.

"Dean's going to be okay Sam. I promise you. I swear to you, Dean will be okay."

"What do they want," asked Sam again. "Is it even possible? If they would just tell me what they want I would do it, but they won't tell me anything." Brad looked at Sam. His eyes went cold. It scared Sam to death. Brad picked up a pad and pen.

"What? What is it? Is Dean okay?" Sam watched his friend. He hadn't known Brad as long as the others, but they'd gone through hell together the last few months and Sam knew when Brad was angry. Right now he was furious.

"Brad please. Is Dean okay," asked Sam again, then he felt guilty. "I'm sorry about this man. I didn't want you to be dragged into this. None of you. I was blindsided. I'm sorry."

Brad looked at his young friend. He could see the strain all over Sam's face. The doctor part of Brad knew that Sam was on the verge of collapsing and that he was also very close to having a nervous breakdown, again. It just made him angrier that neither Sam nor his brother could ever get a break. Something was always after them. Brad was also a hunter and had things after him also but not like the Winchesters. It made him mad.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about Sam. Nothing. Do you understand me," asked Brad. Sam nodded nervously at Brad's angry words. He noticed and softened his voice. "I'm not mad at you. You've got to hold it together Sam. Stay with me okay?" Sam nodded but he didn't know if he could.