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Chapter 40

Dean walked over to put another log on the fire. He couldn't figure out why he was so cold. It was about 49 degree's outside but he was freezing.

He'd never admit it to Bryan, but it scared him that he couldn't remember what had happened before they hurt Sam. "What if Bryan was telling the truth?" he thought. "What if he had been kidnapped and brainwashed?"

He jumped when he heard a phone ring. He looked around trying to find where it was coming from, then realized it was coming from the couch. He looked down at Bryan and then went over to get his cell phone out of his jacket. He answered the call.

"Hello," he said.

"Dean," said Tony. Instantly Dean went on the defensive. The memories of all he'd done to Sam flooding his mind. "What do you want Tony," he asked.

"Are you okay?"

"What do you want," Dean repeated.

"I want to talk to Bryan," said Tony.

"No," said Dean.

"Dean is he okay?"

"He's fine for now," answered Dean.

"Let me talk to him," said Tony.

"He can't talk right now," replied Dean.

"Dean please. Let me talk to my partner," Tony said. For a few minutes Dean didn't move, but then he went over and removed the gag from Bryan and took the cloth out of his mouth. He held the phone down to Bryan's ear.

"Tony," Bryan said.

"Bryan, man are you okay?" asked Tony. Bryan looked up at Dean who was holding up a finger indicating that he only had one minute to talk. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"I'm fine," said Bryan.

"How is Sam," asked Tony.

"He's scared, but he's okay right now," said Bryan. "Tony, Dean is only giving us one minute to talk."

"Okay. Do you have any idea where you're at?"

"No. He put me in the trunk. I didn't see anything," said Bryan.

"John's here," said Tony.

"What?" asked Bryan.

"He heard that Dean had been kidnapped and came back. Now as far as I know, Nemesis has not turned Dean against John, so if we can find you, maybe John can talk him down."

"Good," said Bryan. "That's good."

"Just hang in there Bryan and tell Sam to do the same. We'll find you, and we'll help Dean," said Tony.

"Okay," said Bryan and before he could say anything else, Dean ended the call. He placed the phone back in Bryan's jacket pocket and threw it on the floor by the chair. He went into the kitchen and made Bryan a sandwich and got him a coke then brought them both back out to him.

"If you try anything Bryan," said Dean.

"I won't," replied Bryan. Dean set the food down and went behind him. He took off the cuffs. Bryan rubbed his wrists. Dean handed him the food and drink.

"Thanks," said Bryan. Dean nodded and went back to sit down by the fireplace. Bryan ate the food but Dean didn't look like he wanted to talk so Bryan kept his mouth shut. When he was finished, Dean took the napkin and can and then cuffed his hands back behind the pole. He winced because he made it tighter than before.

"Get some sleep," said Dean and walked over to lie down on the couch.

At the clinic, John was pacing back and forth. Tony was on the phone to the station trying to get addresses on Langston and the men that ran around with him. They were trying to find out where Dean could have taken Sam and Bryan.

Brad and Jack had gone upstairs. John came up to join them.

"Is Tony having any luck," asked Jack. John shook his head and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Not so far," he said and sat down at the table. Brad and Jack sat down with him.

"We'll find them John," said Jack. John nodded. "I know," he said but he was scared. Brad got up and walked over to look outside the backdoor. Suddenly he was very cold, even though it was a mild night. Jack watched Brad and saw him shiver.

"Brad?" he asked.

"Jack we could find them you know," he said.

"How," asked Jack. Brad turned and looked at his little brother. Jack shook his head. "No," he said. John looked at them both.

"What," he asked.

"Nothing," said Jack.

"Jack," said Brad.

"NO!" said Jack more forcibly.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" asked John. Jack and Brad just stared at each other.

Bryan listened as Dean moaned in his sleep. He strained his neck to look toward the couch. It looked like the older Winchester was having a hard time breathing.

"Dean," said Bryan concerned.

Nemesis was in his living room at the other house. There were black candles lit everywhere and he was chanting once again. After several minutes he began to speak in English.

"They're hurting your brother again Dean," he said. Dean winced. He looked around. He was having another nightmare. In it Sam was tied down spread eagled to a table. There was a fire in a pit. Tony, Brad and Jack were standing by Sam's head. Bryan was at his feet. He had a red hot fire poker in his hand.

"NO!" yelled Dean. Bryan looked at Dean and grinned, and then he laughed. Sam screamed as he touched the bottom of his feet with the poker. Dean heard him. He felt his little brother's pain. He smelled the flesh as it burned.

"SAM!" yelled Dean and shot straight up on the couch.

"Dean!" said Bryan cautiously. "What is it? What's wrong?" Dean looked at him. The dream was no longer a dream but a reality. Nemesis made it real in Dean's eyes, in his head. Bryan shook his head slowly. The look that Dean was giving him was one of pure hatred. The nightmare became a memory. He slowly rose from the couch. Bryan tensed.

"DEAN!" yelled Bryan as he continued to shake his head. "What's wrong?"

"You son of a bitch!" yelled Dean.

"What? What did I do?" asked Bryan. Suddenly he was afraid.

"You hurt my brother again!" yelled Dean.

"When Dean? When could I have done that? Come on man! I'm tied up!" yelled Bryan nervously. "Dean!" He ran over to the fire place and took out one of the pokers. It was red hot.

"Wait Dean! Just hold on a minute! Okay?" said Bryan. He winced and his nervousness increased as Dean went down to his feet.

"Dean I did not hurt Sam! You were having another nightmare! Nemesis is manipulating you!" Bryan pleaded. "PLEASE!!" When Dean kept coming, Bryan kept pleading, "It was a dream Dean!" he yelled. "Please, just go check him first. I'm tied up man. How could I have gotten to him," asked Bryan trying his best to calm down and get the panic out of his voice. Dean stopped. He looked at Bryan then went back over and threw the poker back into the fire.

He came back over and grabbed Bryan's face and slammed his head backward into the iron pipe. "You better hope to God I don't see any burns!" he warned angrily and let him go. Bryan closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing. Dean walked over to the fireplace and pressed the panel. The door opened. Sam was sitting in the chair. Without a word, Dean walked over and took him by the arm, pulling him to his feet. He led him over to the bed.

"Sit," said Dean.

"Dean," said Sam.

"Sit the hell down Sam," said Dean and shoved him. Sam did as he as told. He looked at his brother. Dean's eyes were wild and he had no idea what he was going to do so he waited.