Chapter 38

Jack looked at John and could tell that he was getting angrier every minute. He figured he better just tell him everything, so he started from the beginning.

"Nemesis has been calling Sam on the phone constantly. He has tortured Dean physically, but he is torturing Sam psychologically. He is about to snap again and I'm afraid if Dean hurts him like he did a month ago, he won't be able to take it.

John glared at Jack who stepped back. "That's not all," he said clearing his throat.

"What else?" asked John? Jack looked at Tony who was still standing beside John. He attempted to walk away, to put some space between them, but John grabbed him first making him stay where he was.

"Now why do I get the feeling that you don't won't to tell me something Tony," he asked. Tony grinned and answered, "Because I don't?" He stopped grinning, however, when he found out that John wasn't laughing. He took a deep breath and raised his hands, palms out.

"Ok John," he said. "Okay." John let him go.

"Nemesis has several men working for him. One is a cop."

"Excuse me?" John said.

"He's a detective. His name is Langston and he's dirty. He's worked it out to where if anybody looks at him for the murder of the dog walker or a woman, Sam would be framed for the killings."

"What!" asked John incredulously?

"John?" said Brad.

"Shut the hell up Brad," John warned. "Finish the story Tony!"

"When Dean was kidnapped, before we knew who done it, the kidnapper killed a man walking a dog outside to prove to Sam that he had Dean and that he was serious," said Tony quickly. "He said that Sam was his puppet. He would do as he was told or the kidnapper would hurt Dean. He sent Sam a fake finger that he thought belonged to his brother. Nemesis is messing with his mind. The next day, he gets an ear that he also thinks is Deans but it wasn't fake. It was real. They killed a woman to get it. Like I said, he is messing with that kid's head." John shook his head. Tony continued.

"Nemesis called him multiple times to make him nervous, to keep him on edge. Langston has jumped him more than once. Nemesis told Sam that if he told anybody, they would kill Dean. They went to great extremes to stage Dean's murder so that if Sam messed up and told anybody and they came after them; all evidence would lead to Sam. He did the same with the woman whom he killed and cut off her ear. They placed Sam's name on a piece of paper in her pocket and somehow sprinkled some of Sam's blood on the weapon and hid it. He didn't even know who she was, but all evidence would convict him. If Sam didn't obey and told anybody, Dean would die and Sam would also go down for his murder. They've got it all planned out."

"Son of a bitch!" yelled John and began to pace back and forth, clearly agitated.

"Langston and two of his men came here, locked us up and took Sam away. We got away and Tony and Bryan went to the station to get Langston's address because one of them remembered that he lived around here and they figured he would take Sam there. They went to his house and found him," said Jack.

"Yeah," continued Tony, "but we got captured ourselves and they took Sam to where ever Nemesis was holding Dean. He saw his brother hooked up to virtual reality goggles, he was chained down and he had wires attached to him everywhere and he had needle marks all up his arm where he'd been drugged. They let Sam go after they messed with his head. Me and Bryan escaped from Langston and rescued Dean and brought him back here, but Dean's been programmed to believe that we are his enemies, so he's kidnapped his brother to protect him and Bryan so we'll stay away. That's it," said Tony. "That's the whole story."

"If they wanted Sam like you say then why did they just let him go," asked the older man.

"They didn't," said Brad. "They brought him back here but Nemesis has made it perfectly clear that he still has Sam. He wants his soul John. He wants all of him, his mind, his body and his spirit. He's let us all know that he still controls him and even though we got Dean back, Nemesis was still able to hurt him also without even being here. He has been able to keep Sam in line because of that. He wants Dean to kill us and do the thing that would ultimately break his little brother."

John nodded. "And that would be for Dean to turn Sam over to the manipulator. That would be the ultimate betrayal for him and you're right. It would push Sam on over the edge. It's always been Sam and Dean. He's always taken care of Sam and Sam trusts him more than he trusts me. It would kill him to have Dean turn him over to Nemesis."

"That's why we can't let that happen and we can't let Dean hurt Sam again," said Jack, "or Bryan."

"So do we have any idea where Dean would be taking them," asked John. All three men shook their heads.

"Well that's just great," said John. "You were all supposed to be watching them!"

"Are you kidding me," asked Jack, his own temper beginning to rise to the surface. John turned to face him, or face off with him.

"Their grown John," said Jack. "It's only been a month since all that other crap has happened. It's way too soon for any of us to go through anything like this again, but especially Sam. He still had not fully recovered from what happened then but it wasn't us they needed! What the hell they needed was their damn father!"

"What did you say," asked John dangerously. John took a step toward Jack and Jack took one toward John, but Tony stepped between them.

"Now boys play nice," he said. Brad grabbed Jack's arm and pulled him back and stepped up beside Tony.

"You two pounding each other will not get us anywhere," said Brad. "We need to find out where Dean has taken Sam and Bryan okay, so will everyone please just calm down."

Jack shook his head and went upstairs. John started after him but Tony stopped him. "John," he said.

John raised a hand and nodded. "It's okay," he said. After a few minutes, Tony let him go and John went upstairs and joined Jack in the kitchen.

Jack turned and faced him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have said that. I was out of line," John shook his head.

"No you weren't," said John. "You were right. I left too soon. I should have stayed around longer and made sure they were both okay. It probably made Dean mad. If I'd stayed he wouldn't have been at that bar. He would have stayed here. I'm sorry." Jack looked at John. They grinned and finally shook hands.

"I'm just worried," said John.

"I know. Me too," said Jack. "We care about them too, and Tony is about to have a fit about Bryan."

"I know," said John. "We'll find them." Jack nodded but he had no idea where to start looking.

"Dean where are we going?" asked Sam. "We've been driving forever. Bryan is probably about to burn up." Dean looked at Sam, then back at the road.

"We're here," he said and pulled the Impala down a long dirt road.

"Where are we?" asked Sam looking out the window.

"We use to come here, remember?" said Dean. Sam looked around and shook his head.

"We've never been here Dean," said Sam. "Please. I don't like this. It doesn't feel right. I think it's where Nemesis wants us to come."

"We've been here Sam, you just don't remember."

"Dean please," said Sam, but he wouldn't listen. He parked in the driveway and got out. He came around to the passenger side and took the cuff off Sam's hand then pulled him out of the car.

"Let's go," said Dean and took him by the arm. Sam jerked away. "What about Bryan?" he asked. Dean glared at his little brother and Sam swallowed hard thinking that Dean was going to jump him, but he didn't.

"I'll get Bryan in a minute," said Dean. "After I get you settled."

"What do you mean," asked Sam. Dean took him by the arm and led him inside, into a foyer. To the right were a living room, and a study, to the left, a kitchen, utility room and bathroom. Upstairs there were three bedrooms, a sitting room and a large bathroom. Dean led Sam into the living room and over to the fireplace. He pressed a panel, and a wall opened up revealing a small room. He shoved Sam inside. There was an iron bed, a couch, a table and chair and a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Dean pulled the string to turn on the light.

"Dean what are you doing?" asked Sam nervously.

"I'm protecting you Sammy," he replied and walked over to the door.

"Protecting me?" asked Sam. "Are you, or are you just making me your second prisoner? Dean. I don't need protecting from Bryan or the others. They haven't done anything to me but you're about to lock me up." Dean grinned. "It's for your own good Sammy. You can only open this room from the outside, so you can't get out unless I let you out."

"Dean," said Sam his nervousness turning to fear. Dean left and locked Sam inside.

"DEAN!" yelled Sam. "Let me out! Please!" He banged on the door and tried to open it but Dean was right. There was no way out unless it was opened from the outside. "Dean I will not try to get away! I won't run! DEAN PLEASE!" It was no use. His brother wouldn't listen to him. He was desperate and afraid. How could he reach him if Dean wouldn't listen to him? He walked over and sat down on the bed and hoped that Bryan could reach him.