Chapter 15

"Sam you need to try to get some rest. There's nothing more you can do right now. Me and Tony are going into town and asking some questions. It's time we do our jobs. You stay here until we get back," said Bryan. Sam nodded. The two cops left.

"Where to first," asked Tony.

"The bar where Dean was kidnapped," replied Bryan. "Rolling Thunders." Tony nodded and they both took off. Brad came over to check on Sam. He was sitting on the couch, his eyes closed.

"Sam," he said gently and went to touch him. Sam slapped his hand away and jumped up, knocking Brad backwards and slamming him into the bars. He hit hard, knocking the wind out of him.

"SAM!" yelled Brad. "Hold on a minute! It's me!" Brad raised his hands palms out and looked into Sam's eyes. They were scared eyes but also angry ones.

"I know who you are. Tell me what the hell you're keeping from me!" Sam yelled.

"Nothing!" said Brad.

"The kidnapper told you something on the phone that you're not telling me, now I want to know what it is?" Sam said angrily. Brad looked at his friend. He could see the worry and the strain.

"Sam they didn't tell me anything except what I told you."

"You're lying to me!" he yelled.

"No I'm not. They just told me they wanted you, you're essence. I think that means your soul but I'm not sure," said Brad.

"It didn't take over three minutes to tell you that. What else!" Brad took a deep breath. He knew he could know longer keep it from him. Sam was going to have to trust him and he couldn't if there were secrets. He made a decision. "Let me go and I'll tell you," he said. Sam obeyed. Brad rubbed the back of his neck. "Shit you've got a punch you know that," asked Brad but Sam only glared.

Brad sighed. "Sam he just told me what was happening to Dean." Sam froze and looked at his friend.

"What?" asked Sam his legs already beginning to get weak. Brad reached out to steady him because he looked like he was about to fall.

"I didn't want to tell you that. They were explaining things to me in gristly detail and I wanted to keep it from you." Sam began to go down.

"Sam," said Brad and caught him. "Come on." He led the young man over to the couch.

"They're hurting him anyway aren't they," said Sam. Brad looked down at him and nodded.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to keep it away from you right now. I wasn't trying to hide anything from you." Sam nodded, the anger gone. It was replaced by fear and dread and topped off with worry. His sanity slipped a little more.

"Sam?" said Brad. He didn't answer. He just sat there. Brad shook his head. "You okay?" He looked up at his friend but didn't answer. "Stupid question I know," said Brad. "Come on." Brad made Sam lay down. "Try to get some rest." Sam nodded again.

When he finally got him settled he went to check on his brother. "Jack," he said as he gently patted his cheek. He moaned and opened his eyes. He looked up at his brother.

"You okay," asked Brad. Jack nodded. "Sam?"

"He's lying down," said Brad. "Tony and Bryan went to see what they could find out. How are you?"

"Sleepy," replied Jack.

"I know. I'm sorry," he said but Jack shook his head.

"Don't be. You didn't have a choice." Brad smiled and watched at Jack went back to sleep. He went to sit down.

Tony and Bryan reached Rolling Thunders at midnight and went inside. There were only two people there beside them. One was detective Langston. Tony glared and took off.

"Tony!" said Bryan nervously but it was no use. Tony was on the warpath and Bryan knew there was no stopping him.

"Langston," said Tony angrily. The detective looked up.

"Well hey there Tony, Bryan. How are you?" he asked in a way that said he didn't really care.

"Where is Dean Winchester," asked Tony dangerously.

"Who?" asked Langston and before Bryan could stop him, Tony jerked the detective to his feet and slammed him against the wall.

"Where is he!" yelled Tony.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," replied Langston.

"I think you do," replied Tony. "I think you know exactly what we're talking about." The bartender got out a shotgun but put it back when Bryan showed him his badge.

"You're a dirty cop Langston. I hate dirty cops," said Tony. "I think you're involved with the kidnapping of Sam Winchesters brother and the killing of that dog walker."

"Got any proof," said Langston. Tony glared at him with distaste. "Let me go," he said but Tony just slammed him up against the wall again.

"Where is he?"

"I told you I don't know what you're talking about," said Langston. "Now unless you're going to arrest me I suggest you let me go."

"Let him go Tony," said Bryan and pulled his partner off of him. When Langston started to walk away, Bryan slammed him back against the wall. "Just so you know. We're watching you. Isn't that what you told Sam?" Langston didn't answer and Bryan let him pass.

"Be seeing you gentlemen," he said and left the bar. Tony looked at Bryan. "That sounded like a threat," he said.

"Yep," said Bryan. "It did." They both turned to the bartender and started asking questions, and then they looked throughout the town, seeing if anybody had seen a fight or struggle. If they did, they didn't want to talk to them. They got back to Jack's at 6 am. Brad came up the stairs.

"Well," he asked.

"Nothing," said Tony and plopped down on the couch. Bryan sat down beside him. "How's Jack and Sam," he asked.

"Asleep," said Brad. Bryan nodded.

Nemesis woke up early and went to Dean's cell. The guard unlocked the door and he walked inside. He released the crank, pulling Dean's legs together, and then turned the wheel so he was upright again. He removed the headphones and the wires and took off the strap that was holding his head in place.

"Wake up!" he said and slapped him hard in the face. Dean opened his eyes, but they were blank. Nemesis grinned.

"Hello Dean. Ready to do what I said."

Dean looked up weakly at Nemesis. He was so thirsty. He had not had anything to drink for almost 24 hours and they didn't plan on giving him anything either he knew. He was hungry and his stomach was on fire. His head was pounding, but he still glared defiantly up at Nemesis. "Go…..to…..Hell," he said with as much strength and conviction as he could muster. Nemesis stopped grinning and hit him hard. Dean grunted but was too weak to cry out.

Nemesis leaned down to Dean's ear. "Phase two Dean," he said and rose up to look at the guards. They both grinned, knowing what was next.

"I'll be back," said Nemesis. I need to take care of something. "Get him ready."

"Yes sir," they said. Nemesis left. The guards turned to Dean and grinned down at him sadistically. Dean winced. He didn't like the way they looked. They took him off the wheel and had to drag him over to a table because he couldn't walk. They laid him down on it and cuffed his hands and feet to it. They took a pair of scissors, and cut off his shirt and his jeans leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Dean squeezed his eyes shut not knowing what was going to happen next.

Dean wanted to fight, tried too, but he didn't have the strength plus he couldn't fight against the cuffs that held him. He groaned inwardly. He had never been in so much pain in his life. Not even when his hands and feet were screwed to the wall and floor did he hurt as much as he did now. His head was spitting. His whole body was hurting and his stomach where they'd dripped the acid had two small holes in it.

"Can't wait to see how you like phase two Dean," said one of the men, but Dean didn't answer. He could hardly talk. It hurt to just breathe. He lay helpless and waited.

He mumbled something but the guards couldn't hear him. One of them leaned down to his mouth.

"What?" he asked.

"Water," said Dean weakly. His lips were parched, his throat dry. The guard raised up and looked at his friend.

"Dean here would like some water Hank," he said. Hank grinned.

"Sure thing Dean," he said and took a hose pipe. Dean screamed in shock as they blasted him head to toe with ice cold water. They drenched him with it. He began to shiver. The water was freezing. He felt himself moving. His eyes jerked open and he looked around wildly. "Want some more," they asked. Dean didn't answer. The guards grinned and pushed the table he was tied down to into a walk in freezer.

"NO!" yelled Dean already shaking from the ice cold shower he'd just received.

"Please don't lock me in here. It's freezing!" yelled Dean.

"We know," said the guards and slammed the steel door, locking Dean inside. He was half naked and already cold from the ice water. He knew if they left him in their too long he'd get hypothermia and die.

"YOU SONS of BITCHES!" yelled Dean and began shaking with cold. "YOU SICK BASTARDS!" The guards heard him and lowered the temperature in the freezer. Dean began frantically trying to loose himself but it was no use. Even if he got off the table, he didn't think he could walk. He was to weak and even if he did mangae it, he couldn't get out of the steel door plus the guards were right outside.

"SAM!" he yelled fearfully. "HELP ME! PLEASE!"