Chapter 28
The guard looked inside the small window of the cell where Dean was being held. He just lay there, hardly moving, because of the pain he was in. He closed his eyes and tried to swallow but his throat was dry and parched. His lips were beginning to crack.
After the kidnapper had called Sam, he allowed Dean to lie down and rest. He had been hit repeatedly in several places on his body where large bruises now appeared. They wanted him to cry out in pain so Sam could hear him. They wanted to make sure that Sam was kept on a very short leash. When Nemesis ended the call he left, leaving Dean alone.
He had lain down, trying to think, but his mind was jumbled like a million piece jigsaw puzzle. He couldn't seem to concentrate. He tried to think about his brother. He had to get Sam away from Tony and Bryan as well as Brad and Jack. Somehow, he felt like his little brother was in danger. He didn't know why but Tony and Bryan had hurt Sam, or else he thought they did anyway. He wasn't sure. They had never hurt them on purpose. They had always helped out. He just didn't know. It was hard to focus on reality, but he could have sworn that he saw them harm him.
He got angry just thinking about it. "Nobody hurts Sam," he thought. "Nobody!" Not even people who were supposed to be his friends.
He tugged at the cuff around his wrist, but only half heartedly. Even if he did get away, he was too tired to run. He knew he couldn't fight. Not right now. He groaned as the guard entered the cell. "What now?" thought Dean?
"Sit up," the guard ordered. Dean did as he was told, wincing with the effort. He looked at him wondering what was going to happen. The guard handed him a pill. He just looked at it. He knew it was to drug him, to keep him still and quiet. They had been giving them to him every hour. Apparently Nemesis didn't want him getting any more injections, at least not right now. Dean looked back up as the guard produced a bottle of water. He couldn't remember the last time they gave him anything to drink. He didn't think they ever did. Even so, Dean eyed the beverage suspiciously, making no move to take it.
"I don't….want…anymore…pills," said Dean breaking the silence. He continued to stare longingly at the water. He licked his lips.
"Take the pill Dean or I'll get some men in here, hold your ass down and inject the drug into your veins. The water is not drugged. You better drink it. It may be awhile before you get anymore.
Dean took a deep breath and took the pill, placing it in his mouth. He took the water and drank it down hungrily. He coughed and choked on it but downed the whole thing in one gulp. He'd never tasted anything so good, he thought. He handed the man the empty bottle.
"Lay down," said the guard. Dean obeyed. He stiffened when the guard went down to his foot.
"Relax Dean. I'm just going to clean your toe. It looks nasty." Dean tried to relax. The man took a small bottle of sterile water out of his pocket and some gauze and cleaned the toe. Dean sucked in his breath, but tried to be still. When finished, the guard put a bandage of it. Dean laid back. The guard left and locked Dean back inside. He watched and when he wasn't looking, Dean took the pill out of his mouth and placed it under the mattress with the others.
He was going to get out of there. He had to get to his brother before something terrible happened to him. He had to stay sharp and he couldn't if he was being drugged repeatedly. He closed his eyes and waited. The guard looked inside several times, and when he was satisfied the tranquilizer was working, he sat down and guarded the door.
Bryan had been placed back inside the shed, but this time his hands were chained above his head. He looked around and tried to think. As far as he knew, Mike and the other guard were the only ones there. There had been Jason, but Bryan had killed him.
He looked quickly at the door when he heard the lock turning. Mike opened it and came inside. He walked over to Bryan and grinned, then backhanded him, busting his lip. Bryan glared hatefully at the man.
"That was for railroading me earlier," he said. Bryan didn't answer. "You're too easy," said Mike. "He's going to hurt your partner anyway, and I'm going to hurt you." He turned his back to pick up something and Bryan thought this may be his only chance. He looked up at the chain's that held him and grabbed them, and then using them as leverage he lifted both legs and kicked Mike in the back. He tumbled forward and crashed into the wall, head first, and then fell unconscious to the ground.
Bryan looked around frantically and listened to make sure nobody else was coming, and then took the paper clip out of the sleeve of his jacket and picked the lock on the cuffs. When he was free he grabbed Mike and cuffed him, then gagged him so he couldn't call for help when he woke up.
"Easy huh," he said and picked up Mike's gun. He made his way to the door of the shed and opened it carefully. He looked around. There was only one car in the driveway.
Bryan pursed his lips and blew out a breath. "So far so good," he thought and made his way back to the main house. He walked around to the back and entered in through the kitchen door. He walked quietly up the back stairs, trying to remember which room Tony was in. When he reached the top he heard a noise and pressed himself against the wall.
He watched as the second guard excited a door and locked it, and then went downstairs.
Slowly he walked to the door and picked the lock. He went inside and saw Tony unconscious, lying on a bed. His hands were still cuffed in front of him and he was still shackled to the floor.
"Tony," Bryan said softly and made his way over to him. He jumped when Bryan placed a hand over his mouth, and looked around wildly.
"It's okay Tony," Bryan said quickly. "It's me." He watched as relief flooded his partners face. Bryan grinned and removed his hand.
"Are you okay?" Tony nodded.
"Good, because I think I know where they're holding Sam and Dean. Tony stared at his partner. Bryan removed the cuffs and the shackle.
"How?" he asked.
"Before Langston and his men grabbed me in the library, I had a chance to look around."
"And?" asked Tony.
"I saw an address of a house. It's not far from here. It had the name 'Nemesis' on the bottom of the page. I bet they're holding them there."
"Well why didn't you say so?" asked Tony.
"I haven't had a chance to say anything," answered Bryan. "We've got to get out of here first." He opened the chamber to the pistol and cursed. It was empty.
"Shit!" said Bryan and threw it down. "We really need to get out of here. Without ammo we're sitting ducks."
"You don't have to tell me twice," said Tony. "Let's go."
"You gonna be able to stand?" asked Bryan.
"Yeah I think so." Bryan nodded and pulled Tony to his feet. He was a little dizzy but okay. They both made they're way out of the house. Around them lay a moonlit night. It was around midnight. The narrow dirt road loomed before them.
"Do we go back to Jack's, or go after Sam and Dean?" asked Tony?
"Sam and Dean," replied Bryan, but I'll call Jack and Brad and let them know we're okay." Tony nodded. They made their way over to the car. The driver had switched off the headlights when he killed the engine. They were careful. Just because they only saw one guard didn't mean that one was all there were. There could be others.
If they're were other gunmen, Tony and Bryan knew they would be angry, not scared. They would live for action like this. They were sociopaths, psychotics. They had to be to have done the things they've done.
Tony and Bryan, on the other hand, were afraid. In their experience, they knew that nothing is ever as easy as it appears, especially with Sam and Dean Winchester involved. They made the mistake in the past of taking for granted how easy a situation was only to find out it was a trap. They would stay on their guard this time, but as far as they could tell, this time, all was still, or so they thought.
A shot cracked. "Shit!" said Bryan and he and Tony ducked and flung themselves toward the car. They heard a second shot. The bullet barely missed Tony's head and ricocheted off the car.
"You okay," Bryan asked nervously.
"Yeah," said Tony, "but I wished to hell I had a gun."
"Me to," said Bryan and ducked as a bullet broke a window right where his head had just been.