Chapter 30

"I don't know where they're holding Dean. I wish I did. I just know that they're hurting him a lot," said Brad.

"Is the kidnapper a demon," asked Sam. Brad shook his head. "No," he said.

"Then what is he? Who is he?"

"He's an immortal," answered Brad. "His name is Nemesis and it means manipulator. He can manipulate your thoughts and make you believe anything he wants. He can make you relive your worst nightmare over and over again." Brad rubbed his arms and shuddered at the memory of the bugs that Nemesis made him feel all over him. He looked at Jack and remembered him believing he was in a small room, making him feel like he was suffocating. He looked up at Sam.

"He wanted me to tell you that. He wanted me to tell you what he was doing to Dean and that's all. That's the truth Sam. He got mad when I refused."

"What does he want with me?" asked Sam.

"I don't know," answered Brad.

"What does he want!" yelled Sam.

"I don't know Sam," said Brad. "I think he wants you."

"Why?" asked the young hunter.

"He said he wanted your essence. That means your soul, your mind. He wants your body and your spirit."

"My abilities?" asked Sam. Brad nodded.

"Everything. He wants everything about you," said Brad. "He's going to use Dean to get it."

"That doesn't make any since. He had me. He had kidnapped me also and let me see Dean, and then he just let me go. If he wants me then why didn't he just keep me," asked Sam. Brad's phone rang. Brad jumped up.

"Don't!" yelled Sam and waved the knife, but Brad ran to the phone and picked it up on the first ring. He looked at Sam who understood and lowered the knife. Jack remained where he was, his hands in sight.

"Hello?" Brad said angrily.

"Hello Brad," said Nemesis. "It's about time you told him."

"I will not describe to him what you're doing to Dean. It's not necessary. You're driving him crazy already." Brad jerked his head around when Jack flew across the room to crash into the back wall.

"Leave my brother alone!" yelled Brad. "Let Sam's brother go! I will not let you have Sam. I will not let you take him!"

"Jack," said Sam and threw the knife down. He ran over to kneel in front of his friend. He lay stunned, the blow he received, knocking the wind out of him.

"Do not give me orders Brad," warned Nemesis. "I will not tolerate that. You will do as I say or your brother will be hurt as much as Sam's. Don't forget. I also have Bryan and Tony. A friend of mine is taking care of them as we speak. As for Sam, I'm already taking him. He just pulled a knife on you didn't he? He looks like he could kill. Do not tell me what you are and are not going to do. Do I make myself clear?"

Brad turned when Jack screamed. He had terror in his eyes. "Okay, okay," he said. "Just stop. Please."

"Put Sam on the phone," Nemesis ordered. Brad didn't answer but he shook his head.

"Do it now Brad. Don't tell me no. I can see you. Remember?" Brad closed his eyes and held out the phone for Sam, who slowly got up and walked over.

"I'm here," said Sam shakily.

"Yes you are," replied Nemesis, "and I must say you look awful."

"What do you want? Is Dean okay?"

"Dean has been very naughty. He has a very strong will. I intend to break that," said the kidnapper.

"Please," begged Sam. "Let my brother go. Brad told me what you want. You want me. I'll do what you say, just please don't hurt my brother anymore."

"Sam, I've only just begun hurting your brother. You're not the only one I want. I want him also, just for different reasons."

"But why? "Sam asked. "I don't understand!"

"You will," said Nemesis. "I'm hanging up now. Stay close Sam. I mean it. Goodbye."

"No. Wait!" yelled Sam but Nemesis ended the call. Sam remained where he was, the phone still at his ear. He rubbed his head. Brad wasn't sure how he would react to him yet, so he kept his distance. He found out soon though, when Sam picked the knife back up and stormed over to him.

"Sam!" Jack struggled to his feet.

"Stay there!" Sam ordered. Jack froze. Sam placed the tip back to Brad's throat.

"I'm not doing anything to you Sam. You know I'm not," Brad said nervously.

"There is no such thing as an immortal," said Sam. "I don't believe you."

"How can you say that? After everything you and Dean have fought."

"You can't kill an immortal," said Sam. "How the hell do we destroy him?"

"I don't know," answered Brad honestly.

"What else aren't you telling me?" asked Sam.

"Nothing Sam. That's all I know."

"Where is my brother?" asked Sam dangerously.

"I don't know," answered Brad as he shook his head.

"Where is he!" yelled Sam.

"I don't know!" said Brad. "I swear I don't know!"

"You're lying!" Sam raised the knife to strike but Brad knocked it out of his hand, popped him in the face and then grabbed his arm, spinning him around. He placed an arm around Sam's neck and tightened the grip when Sam fought.

"Stop!" said Brad and when Sam continued to fight he tightened his grip more causing Sam to gasp for breath, but he kept right on fighting.

"Stop it Sam," said Brad. "I mean it." Sam was beginning to have trouble breathing so he got still in Brad's grasp.

"Let me go!" he yelled at the doctor. "I knew you were lying to me!"

Brad shook his head. "Sam, I'm not lying to you," he said. "But you've got to hold it together. Let us help you. Nemesis is manipulating you. You're doing exactly what he wants you to do. You know I haven't done anything. I told you all I know. The only thing I didn't do is describe how he's torturing Dean. I'm not going to do that. You've got enough to worry about."

Sam started to struggle all over again. Brad tightened his grip. Jack had had it. He stormed over to Sam and got in his face. "If you don't stop fighting I'm going to sedate you. You know I will," he said.

"You can't! If he calls and I don't answer, he'll hurt Dean!"

"Then you better calm the hell down." Jack was barely able to suppress his anger but he was not angry at Sam, he was angry at the one that was doing this to him. "I mean it Sam," he said. "You're loosing it. You've got to hold it together or I will sedate your ass and you know it."

"You can't," yelled Sam, horrified at the thought.

"I don't want to, but you've got to stop this. We are not the ones that are doing this to you. We are not your enemies. You've got to trust us and let us help you. We can't get Dean or the others back if you're jumping us every time we turn around. Now stop this or I'll knock you out!" Jack warned. Sam stopped fighting. Brad let out a breath and let him go.

"I'm sorry," said Sam. "I'm scared." Jack and Brad both nodded.

"We are to," said Jack. We'll get him back, but you've got to trust us okay?" Sam looked from Jack to Brad and then back again. He nodded. They both grinned to show him they weren't angry at him. "It's going to be okay," said Brad. "I promise." Sam nodded again and sat down, placing his head in his hands and rubbing his temples to try to push down the headache.

"We'll get Dean back Sam. I promise," said Jack. Sam nodded and hoped they were right.