Chapter 45

"No," yelled Dean. "I'm not believing this!" He looked a Bryan who shook his head.

"I'll kill you," he warned angrily.

"Dean," said Bryan.

"I'll kill your ass!"

"Tell me what you remember Dean," said John calmly holding his son in place. Dean had stopped fighting but he was shooting daggers in Bryan's direction.

"Tell me," said John.

"I saw Bryan burn Sam with a poker!" Dean yelled.

"Before that," instructed John. "Before them hurting Sam? What do you remember?" Dean became very nervous and agitated and tried to pull away. He was afraid because he couldn't remember.

"Let me go!" he said.

"You can't remember anything can you?" asked John. "You can't remember because it's all fuzzy in your head. That's mind control Dean."

"NO!" yelled Dean and shoved his dad away and then he took a swing at him. John merely ducked and grabbed his arm spinning him around. He bent it up behind his back.

"Let me go!" yelled Dean and winced when John applied pressure. "I want you to calm down," he said and bent it a little more when Dean wouldn't. He winced again and got still.

"Dad?" said Dean feeling betrayed.

"It's going to be okay," said John. "Tony!" Dean stared in shock as the detective came inside the house.

"Son of a bitch!" yelled Dean. "No!"

"It's okay Dean," John said.

"We may have to tie him down," said Tony, but John looked at him and said, "That's not going to happen Tony. You got it?" He led Dean over to the couch.

"Now, I'm going to let you go, and you are going to sit down on that couch. Understand? John ordered. Dean didn't answer. John let him go. He rubbed his arm and shoulder and turned to face his dad. Tony went over to Bryan.

"Sit down," said John but Dean stood his ground.

"Sit!" ordered John firmly. Dean glared at his dad but did as he was told. Tony took the cuffs off of Bryan and untied his feet. "Are you okay," he asked his partner.

'I'm fine," answered Bryan. Tony helped him to his feet and over to sit down in the chair. He went to find a first aid kit so that he could treat the burn to Bryan's foot.

"Dad I can't believe you're siding with them," said Dean.

"I'm not son, but I don't believe that they've hurt you or Sam."

"I saw it!" insisted Dean.

"You're being controlled, manipulated. You're seeing what the immortal wants you to see. His name is Nemesis and that's what he does." John sat down in front of Dean so that he didn't have any choice but to look at him.

"NO!" Dean yelled and started to get up but before he could get up, John pushed him right back down again.

"Then why can't you remember anything before you were kidnapped? Huh?" Dean shook his head. "I don't know," he said honestly.

"I do," replied Bryan. "Nemesis has attempted to erase your memory and he almost succeeded. That's why everything is jumbled in your head right now." Dean shook his head again but was beginning to have doubts about everything.

"Dean we would not hurt you or your brother man. We all care a lot about you both and you know it," Tony added. "We've promised your dad to look out for you two when he's not around. Remember? Why would we turn on you now?"

Dean placed his head in his hands and then rubbed his temples. When he looked up he looked like Dean again. A very shaky Dean, but Dean nonetheless.

"Are you okay," asked John placing a hand carefully on his shoulder. Dean nodded and looked at Bryan and what he'd done to him.

"Bryan I…" said Dean but he cut him off.

"I know," he said. "It's okay." Dean nodded again and looked at his dad. "Oh my God," he said and jumped remorsefully to his feet. "SAM!" He ran over to the fireplace. John followed. They opened the door and went inside.

"Sam," said Dean nervously and rushed over. "Sammy," he said again a little more gently. He shook him. Sam moaned and opened his eyes. He looked up and saw Dean and his dad.

"Are you okay," asked John. Sam nodded. "Yeah," he replied and turned his attention toward his big brother. John stepped back. Dean stepped up. John knew that his two sons had a bond between them that nobody could break and they had to work this out together.

"I'm sorry Sammy," said Dean. For a few minutes Sam didn't speak. He didn't say one word but then he grinned. "It's not your fault," he said. Dean appreciated it but it didn't make him feel any better. He helped him to sit up.

"You okay," he asked. Sam nodded. "I'm just a little groggy," he replied. "Bryan?"

"He's okay," answered Dean. "Tony is in there with him.

"Can we get out of this room," asked Sam. Dean grinned and helped his brother to his feet. Together they made there way out of the tiny prison. Dean was about to help him over to the couch when there was a crash. The front door splintered and Langston along with three of his men walked inside, guns drawn.

Tony jumped up and whirled, drawing his own gun but it was knocked out of his hand and he was knocked flat on his back. Bryan yelled and tried to make his way over to his partner but he was also knocked to the floor. Langston seen his foot and stomped on it. Bryan cried out in pain. The three men pulled guns and pointed them right at the two detective's heads. They froze, afraid to move. They knew Langston well. He'd kill them in cold blood and not even think twice about it.

"You've been a very bad boy Dean," said Langston. Dean spun around as Sam was pulled from his hands.

"No," yelled John and stood in front of his sons protectively. Nemesis walked into the room. He was tall and thin. He carried himself haughtily. He grinned at the older man.

"You're name's John. Am I correct?" he said. John didn't answer. "Well John, you're less than a knat to me. I crush knats."

"Leave my boys alone," John warned and found himself flying through the air. He crashed into the back wall and crumpled to the floor. Nemesis walked up to the hunter and glared down at him.

"What is your worst fear John," asked the immortal. John wouldn't answer. "I know what it is. You're afraid of loosing your boys." He reached down and grabbed John by the throat and pulled him to his feet.

"You'll loose them both before I'm through." He shoved him again. He crashed into the other wall and fell to floor once again. He lay there dazed. Nemesis turned to Dean who had already taken his dad's place in front of his little brother.

"So many people trying to protect little Sammy," he said mockingly.

"Stay away from him," warned Dean.

"Take him!" said Nemesis. Langston and one of the men rushed over and grabbed Dean.

"NO!" yelled Bryan and tried to jump up and fight for his friends but he received a punch in the gut for his efforts. Tony kicked the man that was holding his gun on him. The man hit his back hard. Tony charged and succeeded in hitting Langston but the two men just grabbed him and held him between them. The man that Tony had knocked down got up and came over to where the other two were holding him. He hit Tony hard. He grunted and would have been knocked to his knees if he had not been held.

Dean watched the display. He shook his head. "If Tony and Bryan were out to get him and Sam, why would they fight for them now," he thought. Suddenly it all came back. He turned to the immortal.

"They're not trying to hurt Sam or me!" he proclaimed as he realized that what everyone was saying was true. "You did something to me to make me think that!"

Nemesis grinned and walked up to Dean. "You're very strong son. Bryan should be dead by now but somehow a part of you wasn't controlled." He grabbed Dean by the hair and forced his head back making him look up into his eyes. "I'll have to fix that," he said and let him go.

"You're a bastard!" said Dean angrily. "I won't kill my friends!"

"You will do as you are told Dean or you will be in a whole lot of pain," replied Nemesis.

"Go to hell!" yelled Dean and lunged for the immortal but Langston was on him in a second and knocked him to the floor.