Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Tony and Bryan both pressed themselves to the car. Bryan's face had been cut a little from a sliver of glass caused by the gunshot.

"You okay?" asked Tony. Bryan reached up to wipe the blood off his temple. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said. Neither thought the remaining gunmen would come and try to drive away in the car. Langston wasn't the kind of boss to whom you could report failure with the confidence that you would keep either your job or your head. They'd learned that through the years when Langston led investigations.

Besides, to the gunman out there on the hunt, this was sport, and Tony and Bryan was the most dangerous game of all. The hunter or hunters were motivated by vengeance, by pride, and by the taste of violence that had them into this kind of work in the first place.

If the remaining gunmen lived and reported back to Langston, Nemesis would know sooner rather than later that the two detectives were alive and free. Tony and Bryan would loose their edge of moment and the advantage of surprise.

"What do you want to do," asked Tony.

"Get in the car, hotwire it and go get Sam and Dean," replied Bryan.

"Sounds like a plan," answered Tony, but every time they tried to move, a shot was fired, all within inches of the two. Whoever the gunmen were, they had Tony and Bryan pinned. Without weapons they were in a world of trouble.

Tony and Bryan needed to be able to catch Langston by surprise, but the way they had them pinned, unarmed, there wasn't a whole lot they could do except try to stay alive and come up with a plan. They couldn't go anywhere and the gunmen weren't going to go anywhere, not until they were captured again. For the hunter, as well as the ones being hunted, this had to be a fight to the death.

At the same time, around midnight, the guard came back into the cell followed by Nemesis. Dean's eyes shot opened when he heard the door. Apparently something had made Nemesis very angry.

He stalked over to Dean and grabbed him by the shirt, jerking him to a sitting position. He shoved him back against the wall and checked the cuff on his hand. He winced when Nemesis tightened it, hurting his wrist. "Get up!" he said angrily and jerked Dean to his feet, spinning him around to crash face first into the wall. Dean winced again when Nemesis took the hand that didn't have the cuff on it and made him place it on the wall. He searched him, pulling out the pockets of his jeans.

"What?" asked Dean nervously? Nemesis glared at him angrily and lifted up the mattress. He took out the pills that Dean didn't take and then slammed him back down on the bed and back against the wall in a sitting position. He took a pill from the guard, giving it to him. He closed his eyes but they shot open when Nemesis backhanded him hard across the face. Dean shook his head. "I….."

"Shut up!" said the kidnapper. "Did you think I wouldn't know? Did you really think you could get away with not taking them?" Dean didn't answer. He just stared up at the angry man not sure of what was going to happen next.

"Take it!" yelled Nemesis and handed Dean the pill. He did as he was told and took the drug in his hand.

"Water?" he asked hopefully. Nemesis just glared. Dean sighed and took the pill, dry swallowing it, and then Nemesis grabbed his face in his hands and forced his head back and his mouth opened. He checked to make sure that the young hunter had swallowed the pill this time. When he was satisfied that he did, Nemesis let him go, grabbed his legs, and jerked them back up in the bed, causing Dean to be flat on his back once again.

"I know what you do and don't do Dean," said Nemesis. "I'm watching you. I can see and hear everything you do so don't piss me off!" He checked the cuff again to make sure it was secure on his wrist and attached to the bedrails to prevent him from escaping. Dean shook his head to clear his mind but drug was beginning to take effect and after a couple of minutes, he was out like a light.

"Guard the door Jeremy. Do not leave your post. Give him one of these every hour and make sure he takes it. Check his mouth to make sure he swallowed. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir," Jeremy replied.

"Good. We'll start phase three in the morning." Nemesis grinned and both he and Jeremy walked out locking Dean inside. Nemesis went to the living room and Jeremy sat down in the chair and guarded the prisoner.

At Jack's house, also around midnight, Sam paced back and forth, clearly agitated. Brad knew something and he was stalling. Jack was sitting at the table drinking coffee. Finally Sam had had it. He grabbed Brad and shoved him.

"Sam!" yelled Jack jumping up.

"What do you know Brad?" yelled Sam.

"He's messing with your head Sam. I don't know anything!"

"You're lying! Where the hell is my brother?" Jack grabbed him and pulled him off.

"Sam stop it!" he said, but Sam spun around and shoved Jack backwards. He grabbed a knife out of the block and placed it to Brad's throat. Brad froze. It looked like Sam had finally snapped. He raised his hands. Jack stayed where he was and tried to talk him down.

"Sam," he said softly. "Come on man. We've already been through this. Brad hasn't done anything." Sam could feel Jack's power and pressed the knife harder into Brad's throat, drawing a small trickle of blood.

"Don't try anything Jack," yelled Sam angrily. "I'm warning you!" Jack stopped.

"Okay. I won't," he said. "I promise. I'll sit right here, but you've got to hold it together Sam."

Sam turned and glared at Jack, who sat down, careful to keep his hands in sight. He turned back to Brad and shoved him down in a chair at the kitchen table. Brad looked at Jack and placed his hands on top. "I haven't done anything Sam," he said. "You know I haven't."

"What are you keeping from me!" asked Sam, slamming his hands down on the table making both Jack and Brad jump.

"Nothing," said Brad softly.

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

"No I'm not!" Brad yelled back. "Why would I lie? Nemesis told me something to tell you yesterday at the beach but it's not what you think! Sam, Nemesis is messing with your head! Okay! The only thing he told me was what he was and what he was doing to Dean. He described it to me in gristly detailed. He told me how he was torturing him." Sam shook his head violently. He couldn't believe that it had only been 24 hours since this whole nightmare started. Jack started to get up. He had to get to Sam before he lost it completely. He needed to help him.

"DON'T!" yelled Sam when he saw Jack move. He ran behind Brad and placed the knife harder, at his throat.

"Take it easy Sam," said Jack and decided it best to sit back down. "Just take it easy okay?" Sam glared. "I'll stay Sam. I'll stay right here," said Jack. "I'm sorry. I won't move." Jack put his hands back on top of the table and waited.

"Sam," said Brad. "Nemesis told me what he was and he wanted me to tell you." Brad felt the cold steel of the blade and swallowed. "He wanted me to tell you what he was doing to Dean. He wanted me to describe every detail to you. I told him I wouldn't because I know how you feel about your brother." He looked across the table at Jack and said, "I feel the same way about mine. It would have driven you over the edge. I was just trying to protect you. That's all. Please. You know I'm not doing this to you. I swear. We're not your enemies Sam and you know it."

Sam blinked a couple of times and removed the knife from Brad's throat but continued to hold it in his hands. He told the two doctors to stay where they were. They obeyed and kept their hands where Sam could see them.

"What is he," asked Sam. "Who is he and where is keeping my brother? Don't lie to me. If you do, I'm sorry but I'll cut Jack. He's my brother." Sam moved around to Jack's side of the table but didn't raise the knife. Brad eyed him carefully.

"I won't lie to you Sam. I never have. I'm not lying now. I know Dean is your brother. Jack is mine. You've got to hold it together. I'll tell you what I know. I promise, but it's not a lot and it's not what you think." Sam nodded. Brad took a deep breath.