Chapter 34
Back at his house Nemesis laughed. "Silly boys," he said. "I can do all that I need to do from right here. You can try but you can't protect them." He lit a candle and began to chant as he stared into the flame.
"Dean," he said simply.
At the house Dean began to moan in his sleep. He was having a dream, a nightmare. In it Sam was hanging from his wrists by ropes from a beam in Jack's house. Tony and Bryan were taking turns hitting him with different objects.
Bryan hit him with a bat, Tony, a leather strap. He heard and saw Sam cry out in pain an agony, and then Dean heard a voice. "Kill them," it said, "before they kill Sam." He wasn't sure but he thought he heard the voice before. Jack walked in from a corner of the room and straight over to Dean.
"We're going to hurt him Dean. We're going to hurt Sam and there's nothing you can do about it." Jack laughed and as Dean watched, he walked over to his baby brother and backhanded him across the face. He heard Sam scream again as blood splattered everywhere.
"Sam!" yelled Dean and woke with a start. He was sweating all over and breathing very hard once again. He looked toward the couch where Sam lay asleep. Tony was hovering over him trying to check him to make sure he was okay. Dean eyed the cop warily. He hurt his brother. He seen him do it or else he thought he did. Jack had gone upstairs but was coming back down and at the look on Dean's face, walked over to his bed.
"Hey," he said. "Are you okay?" He was worried about why Dean was acting the way he was acting. He had the same look on his face that he'd had earlier. The one that was cold and mean.
Dean squeezed his eyes shut then lay his head back against the pillow.
"I…think…so," he said.
"Are you sure?" asked Jack. Dean nodded.
"Yeah," he said. "I just had a nightmare." Jack frowned at him. All the time they'd known each other, and all the things that they'd faced together, Jack had never known Dean to have nightmares. Sam yes, but not Dean.
"Okay," said Jack and felt his forehead. It was warm to touch, which Jack wasn't too crazy about. "I'll be right back." Jack went back upstairs and Tony came over to where Dean was lying.
"Are you sure your okay Dean," asked Tony. Dean glared at him. Tony looked down at him. "What is it?"
"Stay the hell away from my brother!" Dean sneered. Tony stepped back, a little shocked and said, "Dean I was only trying to check him out. Why are you acting like this? You know I wouldn't hurt Sam. What's going on?"
"Nothing," said Dean and didn't say anything more. Jack came back downstairs with bottled water and handed it to Dean. He took it and swallowed it all in one gulp, then handed the bottle back to Jack.
"Try to get some more rest Dean," said Jack. Dean nodded and closed his eyes. He looked at Tony. "What happened?" he asked. Tony shook his head. "I don't know," he replied, "but I thought he was going to jump me."
"Yeah, I know," said Jack. "We may need to keep a close eye on him for a little while. He's not acting right at all." Tony nodded and sat down in the chair by the door. Jack went back upstairs. Brad and Bryan were in the kitchen.
"Everything ok," they asked when they saw the perplexed look on Jack's face.
"Dean had a nightmare," said Jack. "His head is hot to the touch and I don't like the way he looks. There's something in his eyes, but I can't place it."
"Dean doesn't have nightmares," said Bryan. "Sam does but not Dean."
"He just did and when he woke up, for a slit second, I thought he was going to hit me. He told Tony to leave Sam alone. Something's going on. We're going to have to watch him close for awhile. They all agreed.
Downstairs, Tony was still sitting in the chair by the door, reading a book. Two armed men came inside and before he could react, one had a gun on him. He froze. "What do you want?" he asked nervously. The second one hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out. They walked over to Sam and kicked him. He jumped awake and started to cry out, but a hand was placed over his mouth.
"Sshhhhh!!" they warned. Sam stared up into their eyes but didn't say a word.
"Very good Sam," they said. "Now get up!" Sam did as he was told. Tony was unconscious and Dean was asleep. Jack was nowhere around. He was alone. They shoved him toward the door and outside where Langston was waiting.
"Hello Sam," he said. Sam closed his eyes and began to struggle when the two armed men grabbed him, holding him still.
"You're not looking to good Sammy," observed the detective. Sam glared. "Do not call me….," he said but was silenced when Langston hit him in the stomach. Sam grunted and doubled over. "What were you saying?" he asked. Sam kept his mouth shut.
"Nemesis wants me to leave your brother something," said Langston and hit Sam in the face with his fist. He blacked his eye and busted his lip. They knocked him down and kicked him hard in the side.
"I'll be in touch," said Langston. "This is going to be so much fun to watch." They left him barely conscious on the ground. Several minutes later, Jack came back downstairs. The first thing he noticed was that Tony was out cold. The second, that Sam wasn't on the couch.
"Shit!" he said and ran over to Tony.
"Tony!" he said. He rolled him over onto his back and checked his pulse, and then let out a breath when he found one. He patted his cheek.
"Wake up Tony," he said nervously. "Come on." Tony groaned and opened his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think I am," replied Tony.
"Tony. Where is Sam?"
Tony thought for a minute and then jumped up. "Oh God," he said and looked around. When he didn't find him inside they looked for him outside.
"There," said Tony when he spotted him on the ground. They both took off out the door leaving Dean alone.
"Sam," yelled Jack. He was awake, but he wasn't moving. His right eye was black. There was a small trickle of blood coming out of his nose. He was shaking hard and sweating profusely.
"Sam," said Jack a little softer. "Are you okay?" Sam didn't answer which made Tony nervous.
"Come on Sam," he said. "Stay with me." He and Jack helped him to his feet. Inside, the phone rang. Dean woke up and looked around. When he didn't see anyone he answered it.
"Hello Dean," said Nemesis. Dean froze. He took the phone from his ear and stared at it.
"You're not very talkative are you son," said the kidnapper.
"What do you want?" Dean asked.
"I just want you to hear something. That's all," said Nemesis.
"What?" asked Dean? He listened as Nemesis played the recording that was used to brainwash him.
"KILL TONY AND BRYAN. KILL JACK AND BRAD. BRING SAM TO ME."
Something inside Dean's head clicked. Fear like had never felt before overwhelmed him. Along with fear came anger and hatred that the people that were supposed to be his friends would hurt his brother. The nightmare came back to him but he didn't see it as a nightmare. He believed it was real. He looked outside and saw Tony and Jack holding Sam.
"Kill them Dean," said Nemesis. "before they kill Sam." He ended the call. Tony and Jack came back inside the clinic holding Sam between them. Dean snapped.
"Let my brother go!" he yelled startling all three men. Tony and Jack froze and looked at Dean. He had murder in his eyes. He jerked the needle out of his arm and blood flowed everywhere. He jumped off the bed.
Let him go now!" he yelled. Tony and Jack looked at each other.
"Dean," said Jack cautiously. "Listen,"
"Let him go!"
Okay," said Tony. He and Jack let Sam go. Dean walked over and grabbed his brother, placing him behind him.
"Dean," said Bryan. He heard him yell and came down the stairs. "Are you okay?" When he reached the bottom, Dean grabbed him and spun him around.
"Wait a minute," yelled Bryan. He winced when he was thrown face first against the wall.
"What the hell are you doing," asked Tony. "Dean!"
"Stay back!" yelled Dean. "Sam, search them."
"Dean what are you doing?" asked Sam.
"Search them," repeated Dean. "Watch out when you do. They're dangerous."
"No they're not Dean. They're our friends. "Come on!" Dean shoved Sam toward Jack and Tony. "Get their guns Sam! NOW!" Sam shook his head. Tony and Jack stood where they were. They didn't know what to do or what was going to happen next, but they knew that this was just the beginning of the storm they had known was coming.