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Chapter 27

"Where are you going Sam," asked Jack.

"Outside. He wants me to go outside."

"No way. Forget it," said Brad.

Sam shook his head and said, "I don't have a choice." He walked toward the door. Jack and Brad followed. Sam stopped. "You have to stay in here." They came to stand in front of him.

"Sam if you go out that door we can't protect you." The young man shrugged and turned to walk past them. When they wouldn't move, he stopped and said, "I don't have a choice. I have to. He's watching us. He'll hurt Dean."

He started toward the door again, but Brad grabbed him by the arm. "I'm not going to let you go out there by yourself Sam. I can't. There's no telling what will happen to you. They've got Dean, Tony and Bryan. I'm not letting them get you to."

"They've already had me Brad, but they let me go. Remember?" He jerked away. "He'll hurt Dean if I don't go out there by myself. He's watching me. Please!" Brad shook his head.

"No," he said firmly.

"Brad Nemesis said if you or Jack follow me outside he was going to call back. He said he would hurt Dean and make me listen. Please get out of my way." When he still stood where he was Sam said, "Let me go." Brad blew out a breathe and looked at Jack who nodded. Neither one of them wanted to but they stepped aside and Sam walked out the door and waited.

About five minutes later Langston came up behind him. "Turn around Sam," he said.

"Why?" asked the young hunter. "I already know what you look like. I know who you are?"

"That's not the point. It's all about me pulling your strings and about you doing as you're told." He pulled out a gun. Sam looked at it. Brad and Jack watched from the door. Jack wanted to stop him, but he already had the gun cocked. He'd never concentrate fast enough to knock it out of the man's hand before he shot Sam.

"Turn around!" repeated Langston. Sam did as he was told. The detective looked toward the door and grinned. "Very good gentlemen," he said. Jack and Brad both glared at him angrily.

"Is Tony and Bryan okay," asked Sam.

"They are for now," replied Langston and shoved Sam toward the side of the house. Brad already had his hand on the door and was about to come out.

"Stay there!" yelled Langston and shoved Sam again. Brad stood where he was. The cop grabbed Sam's arm and turned him to face him, and then pushed him back until he was against the side of the house. Sam closed his eyes.

"How's my brother? Is he okay?"

"Dean is in very bad shape and he's getting worse."

"Please let him go," Sam begged.

"Do you love him," asked the detective.

"Yes," answered Sam.

"Want him to live?"

"That's a stupid question," sneered Sam. It made Langston angry. He knee'd Sam in the stomach hard. Sam grunted and boughed over in pain, and then Langston hit him in the back of the head, knocking him to his knees. Sam winced as he hit the ground.

"Now I'm going to ask you again. Do you want your brother to live?" said Langston through clenched teeth."

"Yes!" yelled Sam.

"Then you better behave yourself and stop being a smart ass. Is that clear?"

Sam gasped for breath. "Yes," he said.

"Good," said Langston. "You know what?" Sam squeezed his eyes shut again trying to push down the panic. A headache was beginning to form behind his eyes.

"What?" he asked the deranged man.

"We found a body." said Langston. Sam's head shot up quickly and he stared at the man.

"What?" asked Sam alarmed.

"It was the body of a woman. She was missing and ear and a toe." Sam began breathing hard. Langston continued the torment. "When we investigated the scene of the crime we found something very interesting." Sam waited, not saying a word. Langston grinned and continued. "Inside the pocket of her jeans was a piece of paper. It had your name on it." Sam shook his head.

"You son of a..." he said, but was cut off when Langston kicked him hard in the side. He rolled into a ball. Langston knelt down and grabbed him by the hair.

"That peice of paper with your name on it and the murder weapon with her blood and your fingerprints all over it is buried with the gun and jeans from Dean's kidnapping."

"How?" choked out Sam. "I didn't do anything!"

The evidence will say different," said Langston. "Never mind. Just keep on doing as you're told or you will be very sorry. Brad know's something he's not telling you. You need to find out what it is. I've got to go now. I just wanted to check in and make sure that you are aware that you're still a puppet. We're still watching you." Langston left after kicking Sam again. Jack and Brad waited until they saw him leave, and then they ran outside and looked for Sam.

They spotted him against the side of the house. He was down on all fours and even in the darkness of night they could see that he was shaking and breathing rapidly. They took off toward him.

"Sam," said Brad gently and slowly walked over to him. His breathing was very ragged. "Jack," said Brad. Jack walked over. Brad was afraid to touch him, but Jack knelt down in front of him keeping his hands clear so as not to startle the young man. He shook his head. Sam looked bad. His breathing became short gasps.

"Sam take some deep breathes," said Jack.

"I can't. I...can't ...breathe!"

"Yes you can," said Jack trying to comfort him. Sam laid back down on the grass. The way he was breathing was taking his strength. Both Jack and Brad walked over and Jack placed a hand on Sam's shoulders and rolled him over onto his back. He checked him over. He was bleeding from his mouth but what Jack was worried about was the way he was breathing.

"Breathe Sam. You've got to breathe okay?"

"I...can't."

"Yes you can!" said Jack beginning to get nervous. "Now breathe!" Jack took him by the shoulders and shook him. "Breathe through your nose Sam, not your mouth. "Come on!" Sam closed his mouth and took several deep breathes. If was difficult at first, but after a couple of minutes in was easier and Sam began to breathe normal again. Jack and Brad both blew out a breath.

"That's it Sam. Good." said Jack. After a few more he asked the man if he was okay. Sam nodded. Jack helped him to his feet. Sam shoved him backwards then grabbed Brad, slamming him into the side of the house. He had fire in his eyes.

"Whoa Sam! Hold on!" Brad said nervously. "What is it? What did I do?"

"You're keeping a secret from me. I want to know what it is!"

"Sam," yelled Jack startled by the turn of events. "Let him go!"

"NO! What are you keeping from me? What did Nemesis tell you! Langston said you knew something!" yelled Sam.

"Listen to me Sam," said Brad.

"NO! What are you not telling me!" He slammed Brad against the wall again. Jack came up behind him and grabbed him. "Sam stop it!" he said and pulled him off Brad, then stood between them when Sam went at Brad again.

"Where the hell is my brother!" Sam looked at Brad. He looked like he could kill him.

"You've got it wrong Sam. It's nothing like you think!" said Brad.

"Tell me!" yelled Sam and tried to get at him again but Jack held him back.

"Stop it Sam. Right now!" yelled Jack and shoved him away. Sam glared at the both of them. Jack and Brad stood where they were and shook there head.