Chapter 18
Dean barely opened his eyes. He was shaking so hard from the cold that his teeth were chattering. It felt like the water that was on his body was turning into a thin sheet of ice, weighing him down all the more.
He struggled with the cuffs for what seemed like forever, but all he got was raw and painful wrists. His mind was numb from the cold and from the drug that they just seemed to keep on pumping in him, but all he could think about was his brother. Was Sam okay? How was he holding up? He was worried sick about him.
He turned his head to look as the door to the freezer opened, flooding the room with light. It blinded him for a few minutes because he'd been in the dark for so long.
"Get him out," ordered Nemesis and the two guards pulled the table out of the confines of the freezer and into the room. Nemesis stared down at his prey. He was blue around his mouth as well as the nail beds of his fingers and toes, and his skin was mottled from the cold.
"Want some more water Dean?" asked Nemesis. Dean didn't answer. "Be careful what you ask for son you might just get it," said the leader. Nemesis looked at the two guards.
"Take him to the holding cell and make sure he doesn't get out. We'll start phase two in two hours." The two guards nodded and released him from the table. "Get up!" they said and pulled their guns. Dean looked at them like they were crazy. He could hardly move.
"GET UP!" they yelled again growing impatient. Dean took a deep breath and struggled to his feet. When he touched the floor, however, he fell, his legs not wanting to hold him up. One of the guards kicked him hard and said, "You get the hell up or you crawl but either way move your ass." Dean shook his head but struggled to stand up. He thought it a small victory when he actually stood on his feet.
"Let's go," the guards said and Dean slowly and unsteadily began walking toward the door. When he got to it he decided he needed to take a chance. He turned around and hit one of the guards hard knocking him down and then took off. He half ran, half walked toward the front door and almost made it outside when he was pulled back violently and shoved to the floor.
"NO!" he yelled as the two guards pulled him to his feet, dragging him to the holding cell. They opened the door and threw him inside then came in behind him, picked him up and shoved him onto the bed. They took a length of chain that contained a shackle and locked it around his ankle so he couldn't get away.
"Two hours Dean and phase two will begin," said one of the guards. The other looked angrily at him. "That's three times, you've tried to get away. We need to show you what happens when you keep doing that." He walked over to the door and yelled out for a third guard to come into the room.
"We've danced around with you long enough Dean," the guard said. The other two went around to the back of him and grabbed his arms. Dean began fighting like mad but he was unable to break their holds on him. Dean's breathing began to speed up and he broke out in a cold sweat as he saw what they had in mind for him.
"Please!" he yelled fearfully. The two that had him by the arm held him tight. The one that was standing in front of him grabbed his foot and took a rope to hold it still. He took a pair of hedge clippers and placed it on the small toe of his right foot. He placed the toe in between the blades and looked intently at Dean, seeing his fear. He laughed and brought the blades together almost cutting off his toe. Dean screamed. Blood spurted everywhere. He began to hyperventilate as pain shot up his entire leg.
Nemesis heard the screaming and ran into the holding cell. He saw the three men with the blades of the hedge clippers at his toe again ready to cut it all the way off.
"What are you all doing!" yelled Nemesis and walked over to Dean.
"He tried to get away again," said one of the men. We were just showing him what happens if he keeps on." Nemesis nodded and looked at Dean. The two guards let him go and he fell back onto the bed trying to catch his breath.
Nemesis said he would be right back. He returned a few minutes later with catgut and a needle to sew the toe back on. He grinned because he wasn't going to use anything to deaden it.
"Hold him down," said Nemesis and the three men did as he was told. Dean began to fight again and cried out when Nemesis stitched him up without using any anesthetic. By the time the kidnapper was finished, Dean was shaking with the pain.
"Two hours Dean. We'll begin again with the brainwashing in two hours. Better rest while you can." Nemesis checked the shackle on his ankle to make sure it was secured then they all left him for the time being. Dean just lay there shaking from the cold and from the pain in his right foot. He curled into a ball and hoped that help would come soon.
Sam was about to have a panic attack. He was still in the trunk of the car going to God knows where. The carbon monoxide from the engine was making him sick and he was trying to take some deep breaths because it was cramped in the trunk. He was suffocating. He felt like he was buried alive all over again. Suddenly the car stopped. Sam thought he'd been riding for days but it had only been hours.
Langston opened the trunk and Sam took a deep gulp of air. Jason and Mike came around and pulled him out. He looked around. He was in the mountains. A large house loomed in front of him. The first thing he realized was how big it was. The second, how secluded it was and the third, the fact that it was guarded like Fort Knox.
"Get him inside," said Langston and Jason and Mike dragged him inside and over to the one of the rooms on the first floor. There were bars on the door and when they carried him inside he noticed that there were also bars on the one small window. Sam knew then that this wasn't a regular house.
"Where am I?" asked Sam.
"Don't worry about that Sam," said Langston. They pushed him down on the bed and untied his feet but left the handcuffs in place. Sam looked around. There were only two of them. The third man had left.
"Where is my brother man!" said Sam. Langston got down in Sam's face.
"He's in a whole lot of pain. He's probably frozen to death by now. My boss likes to torture," said Langston. "He gets a kick out of it."
"You're boss is a son of a bitch!" spat Sam and kicked Langston sending him sprawling.
"You little bastard!" yelled Langston and got to his feet. "JASON!" The man came back into the room. Sam threw a side kick at him also and ran out the door and down the hall. Mike met him at the front door. Sam froze. A gun was pointed right at his heart. Langston and Jason came running.
They ran up to the young hunter and grabbed him, hitting him hard in the stomach once again and knocking him to the floor. Jason flanked him on one side and Mike on the other. They took turns beating Sam to a bloody pulp. Then they kicked him in the stomach and in the back repeatedly until they were sure he would be unable to run again anytime soon.
"Get him back in that room!" yelled Langston. Jason and Mike jerked him roughly to his feet and back over to the cell, and then shoved him inside. Langston came in the room behind him carrying something in his hand.
"You're not putting that on me," said Sam.
"Want a bet," said Langston. Jason spun him around and removed the cuffs and wrestled with Sam until they'd got the straight jacked in place. They shoved him back down on the bed and tied his ankles back together so he couldn't get away.
"YOU WILL DO AS YOUR TOLD SAM," said Langston. "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TRYING SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN! UNDERSTAND!"
Sam glared at his captors. Langston took the picture of Dean again and shoved it in Sam's face. "Do it again, I'll call my boss. The pain that your brother is in right now will not compare to how much he'll be hurting then. Give me a reason Sam!" He didn't say a word. He just stayed where they put him. He was afraid of what they would do to Dean if he didn't obey. Without another word Langston and the others left and locked him inside.
Sam lay there stunned. He was hurting everywhere. There wasn't a place on his body that wasn't in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut and thought about Dean and prayed that the others would be able to help them.