Chapter 47

"You know Brad; there is a certain advantage to living for centuries." Nemesis walked back over to his captive and tied a tourniquet around his arm. "I've learned many, many things through the years about persuading people to talk." He looked at Harper, "Remove the mask," he said. Harper obeyed.

"What other powers do you have?" Brad looked groggily up at Nemesis but still wouldn't talk. Nemesis grinned sadistically and laid the syringe down. He took off the tourniquet and turned to Harper. "Bring me Jack," he said.

"NO!" yelled Brad. "I don't know what other things I can do. I only found out about the powers a few months ago. I'm still learning."

"Jack's your brother?"

"Yes."

"Whose older," asked the immortal.

"Me, by four minutes," replied Brad. "We're twins."

"What all can he do?" asked Nemesis.

"He can talk telepathically."

"Can you?"

"Yes," answered Brad.

"What else?" asked Nemesis?

"He can move things with his mind."

"Can you?"

"No."

"What else," asked Nemesis? Brad didn't answer for a few minutes. He didn't want to tell him that Jack could call fire down form the sky. He didn't want him to know that so he played dumb.

"I don't know," he answered.

"You're not telling me the truth," said Nemesis getting angry.

"Yes I am," replied Brad. Nemesis walked over to the flame and took out a metal blade, then walked back over to where Brad lay."

"Wait!" said Brad nervously. "I can't tell you what I don't know! Please!" He yelled out in pain when Nemesis made a cut to his chest with the hot blade.

"Tell me what I want to know!" yelled the immortal.

"I don't know anything else! I swear! I just found him a few months ago!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Nemesis.

Brad took a deep breath. "I knew I had a brother. I knew his name was Jack, but I didn't know it was him until a few months ago. We're still learning each other." Nemesis considered this for a minute and finally nodded. He handed the blade back to Harper who replaced it in the flame. Brad's chest was blistered and bleeding from the cut and the burn. Nemesis picked up some alcohol and poured it inside. Brad arched and screamed in pain. Nemesis got down in his face and said, "I better not find out you're lying," he said and got up. Harper replaced the mask.

At Nemesis house, Dean was shoved back into the cell he had been in before.

"Welcome back," said Langston.

"Thanks, but your welcome wagon routine sucks," Dean replied sarcastically. Langston grinned. Two men grabbed him and dragged him back over to the bed. They shoved him down on to it. One came behind him and took off the handcuffs. They forced him to lie down and cuffed his hands to the bed frame.

"We're going to start over Dean," Langston said.

"Start what?" asked Dean, but he already knew. They were going to start brainwashing him again. He would never admit it, but he was scared. He didn't want to loose control again. He didn't want to hurt his brother or his friends and now his dad was here also. He wasn't sure he'd be strong enough the second time. Langston walked over to him carrying a tourniquet. Dean groaned.

"What's the matter," he asked nervously. "Don't you have any new tricks?"

"I do actually," replied the detective. Dean tried to fight as he tied the band around his arm. He began to struggle. He winced when Langston pulled out a syringe. "Wait!" said Dean and closed his eyes against the panic as the drug was inserted into his vein. He screamed as fire shot through his system. Heat spread up his body. He looked up at the cop and began panting. Sweat popped out on his forehead.

Langston grabbed him by the hair and forced his head back. "I have a lot of new tricks." He grinned and let him go. "Have fun Dean," he said. "You're about to go on one very long trip. I can't say it's going to pleasant though." Dean's breathing became irregular. He felt his heart beating outside of his chest.

"NO!" he gasped as sweat poured down his face.

"See you soon," Langston taunted and got down in Dean's face. "You will not break free this time. We're going to make sure of it."

"Want….a….bet," said Dean defiantly. He was beginning to hurt all over, the heat getting worse.

"Oh yeah," said Langston. "I'll bet." He slapped Dean hard in the face then walked out locking him inside. He began to pull at the cuffs but could not get away. He gasped as the drug began making his head feel fuzzy again. Before long, he was unconscious. A guard was placed outside the door. Langston went into the living room to wait for Nemesis.

"Dad?" said Sam. John had not moved in a couple of hours despite the others trying to get him to. Bryan limped over. "John," he said. "It's not real. Sam and Dean are not dead. Sam is right here. John look at me."

John looked up at Bryan but didn't see him. He saw Nemesis. Bryan watched as John's eyes got dark.

"Come on John." He backed up. John got to his feet. The door opened. One of the guards came in followed by a second.

"Who wants to go first," he asked. He looked at Sam. "Let's go," he said. Sam shook his head. "No," he answered.

"Wait a minute," the second man said. "We can't do much to Sam. He's for Nemesis to deal with." The first guard looked at Sam and said, "Maybe just a little?" he asked hopeful? The second guard looked at the first and grinned.

"NO!" yelled Sam again. "Wait!" They walked over and grabbed him. He struggled to get away, but a gun was placed at his head, the hammer cocked. Sam got still. Bryan and Tony both turned to face the men prepared to fight.

"Don't!" they warned and shoved Sam from the room. They locked the others back inside and shoved Sam up the stairs and over to a bathroom. He was pushed down into a chair, his hands cuffed behind his back. The first man walked over and put a stopper in the tub and turned on the water to fill it up.

"What are you going to do?" asked Sam fearfully. They didn't answer him. He watched one of the men plug in a blow dryer and take out a pair of heavy duty rubber gloves.

"Please," Sam said, shaking his head. He was beginning to breathe heavily as fear weighed down on him. He knew what they had in mind and he didn't like it.

"Let's see if we can bring you to the point of a nervous breakdown," the second man said. "Nemesis will be pleased. When the tub was full, they turned off the water.

"DON'T" Sam yelled. "Oh God please don't!" The men grinned. "This is going to hurt you a whole lot more than it hurts us," they said.

Tony walked over to bang on the door and see if he could find a way out. He didn't like the way the two guards looked when they took Sam. They were about to hurt him a lot. He looked everywhere. He felt all over the walls of the tiny room but there was no way out. The door had to be opened from the outside.

Bryan turned to John. "Are you okay?" he asked him but all John could do was see his son's being murdered over and over in his head. It seemed so real to him and the worst part was that the murders were standing right in front of him.