Chapter 22

"Take him to see his brother." Nemesis looked at Sam with distaste. The gunman nodded. "Okay," he said and pulled the young man to his feet. "You want me to let him go inside or just look at him through the window?" Nemesis thought a minute then looked at his watch. Dean had been conditioned, as he liked to call it for two hours. They should have just given him another injection. He was due for another one. He knew Sam would take everything off of him, but he made his decision. He wanted to see if the brainwashing was working anyway.

"No," you can put him in the cell with him and remove the cuffs but do not allow him to leave until I say and be sure to guard the door."

"Yes sir," said the guard and took Sam by the arm. He led him down the upstairs hallway where they were holding Dean prisoner. Outside the door the guard pulled Sam to a stop. "Turn around," he said. Sam did as he was told. He turned on shaky legs. The cuffs were removed. He was shoved inside. The door was locked behind him. Dean had been in the dark. The only way to turn on the light was from the outside. The guard flipped the switch flooding the room in bright light, then took a seat outside the door to guard them both and make sure they didn't do anything stupid.

Sam blinked to adjust his eyes, and then turned to look toward the center of the room. He froze. At first he couldn't even move. He could only stare in shock at his brother, alarmed at the site before him. Dean was still strapped down to the gurney. There were wires everywhere and Sam knew he was being shocked. He saw the earphones in his ears and the goggles over his eyes and knew what Nemesis was doing. Finally he found his voice. "Oh my God," he said. Then yelled, "DEAN!" He rushed over.

"Dean." He said his brothers name again but this time more softly. He turned off the machine and removed all the wires. Then removed the Virtual Reality goggles and threw them down. He took out the ear phones and removed the strap that was across his neck. Then he removed the cuffs from his hands and feet. Dean didn't acknowledge him at all.

"Oh God," he said. "Dean are you okay?" He didn't answer. Sam checked his brother from head to toe making sure he wasn't hurt anywhere. Except for his toe, he seemed fine physically. He looked at his brother's arm and saw the needle marks and knew that he had been drugged repeatedly. Sam clutched Dean's head with his hands and turned him to face him.

"Dean please," said Sam. "Answer me." He shook him a little but was afraid to shake him to hard. "Talk to me Dean!" he cried. "Are you okay!" Dean closed his eyes and then opened them again. He looked up at his little brother.

"Sam?"

"I'm here Dean. I'm right here."

"I'm so thirsty." He could barely get out the words. His lips were parched and cracking because they were so dry.

"Ok. Hold on a minute." He went over to a sink and got Dean a cup of water. He brought it back over to his bed. He placed a hand under his head liftng it gently and held the cup to his brother's lips. Dean drank hungrily. He choked on it and began to cough. His mouth was so dry he could hardly swallow.

"Easy Dean," said Sam. "Just take it easy. Don't drink too much, not all at once. It will make you sick." Dean nodded and took another sip, but coughed again. Sam placed the cup on the table and lowered Dean's head back down to the gurney.

"That's enough for now." He said. "I've got to get you out of here." Dean shook his head. "I can't walk Sam. I'm too weak."

"I know," answered Sam. "I'll think of something. Tony and Bryan are looking for us I'm sure." At the mention of the two cops names Dean suddenly got very nervous. They wanted to hurt them, he thought, he just didn't know why. Sam looked at his big brother and saw the fear.

"What?" he asked. "Dean they're our friends."

Dean shook his head. "No they're not," he said. "You're going to stay away from them." Sam stared at his brother, not believing what he was hearing.

"Dean come on. You know they are." He stepped back as Dean became angry and sat up on the gurney. Before Sam could back up to far, he grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him close until they were nose to nose.

"No Sam. You will stay away from them," he said and shoved Sam backwards sending him crashing into the table that had the cup of water on it. The cup fell to the floor and broke. Sam struggled to stay on his feet. He couldn't believe this was happening. He decided not to rock the boat.

"Okay Dean, okay," said Sam not wanting to upset him right now. "Just calm down."

"Listen to me," said Dean. "They're dangerous. Jack and Brad are too." Sam shook his head.

"They're friends Dean. You know they are. They're not our enemies." Sam walked back up to his brother. Dean grabbed him again and looked at him like he was going to hit him. Sam flinched, the old fear resurfacing all over again. "Dean?"

Nemesis walked inside the cell along with two of the guards. Dean let him go and Sam backed up because they were headed straight for him. The two guards grabbed him cuffing his hands behind him once again. Nemesis walked over.

"Let me go!" he yelled. "What the hell did you do to my brother?" He began to struggle but Nemesis grabbed him by the hair and forced his head back.

"Be still!" he ordered. Sam did as he was told.

"Take him," said Nemesis letting him go. "You know what to do. I'll be there soon."

"Yes sir," they said and pulled him toward the door.

"NO! DEAN!" yelled Sam. He fought like mad. They were having a hard time holding him. Nemesis walked up and grabbed him around the neck. Sam stopped fighting.

"You will walk out that door Sam. If they have to drag you, before they do, you will watch me hurt Dean. Now is that what you want?" Nemesis glared at Sam and let him go. Sam shook his head. "I didn't think so," he said. The two guards shoved him toward the door and he walked out. He didn't want them to hurt Dean anymore.

"SAM!" yelled Dean weakly. He tried to get up but when he tried to stand his legs wouldn't hold him. He was too weak. He fell and Nemesis caught him.

"Leave…..my…..brother…alone!" Dean warned him. His eyes flashed fire but he began to sweat with the effort of just moving. What did they do to him, he thought.

"What are you going to do Dean? You can't even stand on your on son," said Nemesis.

"You son of a ….!" Proclaimed Dean but was silenced when Nemesis placed a hand over his mouth.

"Ssshhhh! I have your brother now remember?" Dean closed his mouth.

"Good," Nemesis said and dragged Dean over to a chair. "I like that drug I'm giving you. Don't you? It's very effective don't you think?" Dean didn't answer. Nemesis grinned and shoved down into the seat. He pressed a button over to the side and metal cuffs came across his wrists.

"NO!" yelled Dean. "PLEASE!" Nemesis, still grinning, pressed another and metal cuffs came across his ankles locking him in place.

"I will not do what……you….want me to do." Dean said weakly. "You can forget it."

"Yes you will. You've already begun."

"What?" asked Dean? He was having a hard time remembering just a few minutes ago.

"Never mind," said Nemesis. Dean tried to move his head away but the kidnapper replaced the earphones and electrical wires to his temples that would shock him repeatedly. He replaced the Virtual Reality goggles and adjusted the set. He cried out as he watched himself being tortured by the people that were suppose to be his friends. Nemesis adjusted them so that he also watched them torture his brother. Nemesis gave him another injection that would numb Dean's mind and make his head fuzzy.

"NO! SAM!" he yelled as the Virtual Reality world became more and more real to him. Nemesis turned on the sound machine to earsplitting level, especially with the earphones and left him, turning off the light, plunging him in total darkness except for the Virtual Reality he was being forced to watch.

They had carried Sam back to the study and pushed him back over to the couch, shoving him down on it. Nemesis came in a few minutes later.

"What did you do to Dean," asked Sam. Nemesis walked over and jerked the young hunter to his feet and spun him around.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?" he yelled. Nemesis hit him hard on the back of the head knocking him back down on the couch, making him dizzy.

"Do not yell at me Sam. I will not tolerate that!" warned the man. He placed a blindfold over his eyes. Sam flinched.

"I'm pulling your strings Sam. Don't forget that. Understand?" Sam didn't answer.

"What did I tell you before about not making me ask you or tell you to do something twice? Sam I swear I'll hurt Dean more if you don't answer me." Sam didn't answer.

"Fine!" said Nemesis angrily. He told the guard to go and cause Dean more pain.

"NO!" yelled Sam. "Please. Okay. I understand" He maneuvered himself until he was sitting upright on the couch as best he could. "I understand. Okay?"

"Good," said Nemesis satisfied that he had Sam's attention again. He turned to the guards. "Take him back."

"What? No," said Sam. "Please. I don't want to leave my brother again."

"I'll call you at 7 pm Sam," said Nemesis ignoring the young man's pleas. He nodded to the guards. They pulled him to his feet. He was still blindfolded and his hands were cuffed behind him still. They shoved him out the front door and forced him back inside the trunk.

"NO!" screamed Sam as they slammed the trunk lid down. They drove for two hours and at 5 pm dropped him back off at Jack's house. He was beginning to hyperventilate when they opened the trunk because he wasn't sure where they had taken him. They pulled him out and pushed him to the ground.

"Do not call the cops," they said. "Do not move for 10 minutes. Understand!"

"Yes," said Sam. The guards got back in their car and drove away. Sam stayed where he was. He didn't know where he was but he wasn't about to move. Not yet. They'd hurt his brother again and since they took him away, he couldn't reach him. He was more scared than when Dean was first kidnapped.

Brad came running out. "SAM!" he yelled.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Sam yelled back. Brad stopped.

"Sam," he said softer. "It's me. Brad."

"Brad?"

"Yeah Sam it's me."

"Where am I?"

"The clinic. You're back at mine and Jack's house Sam. I'm coming over okay," said Brad.

"NO!" yelled Sam frantically. "Not for 10 minutes."

"Sam, come on man. They're gone." Brad was worried. He didn't like the way the young man looked. He was blindfolded. His hands cuffed behind him, but he was so pale, and so afraid. Brad didn't like the combination. "I'm coming over."

"NO!" Sam yelled again. "I can't move. Not for 10 minutes. Please Brad. They're watching me. They'll hurt Dean again."

"Oh God Sam," said Brad but stayed where he was.