Chapter 48

"John," said Bryan carefully. "What you're seeing is not real okay? Nemesis can make your worst nightmare seem so real. He can make you feel it. Live it, but it's not really happening. Sam and Dean are not dead. Don't pay any attention to it. You've got to fight it. It will go away if you fight it."

Tony walked over. He reached out to touch him. "John," he said. "Listen," but John knocked his hand away and got to his feet.

"Wait a minute," said Tony nervously. He backed up. "John listen to me. We are not the ones that are doing this to you." He winced as John grabbed him and slammed him up against the wall hard. When they had come into the house, Dean had not searched neither Tony nor John. Tony's gun was knocked out of his hand and taken away when he pulled it on Langston and the men with him earlier, but John still had his.

"Hold on John," said Bryan nervously but froze when he took out his gun and placed it to Tony's head. He froze and threw up his hands in surrender. He limped slowly toward him.

"Back off!" warned John. Bryan stopped.

"John," said Tony cautiously. "Come on! You just finished convincing Dean that we haven't hurt him or his brother man. Don't listen to what's in your head. It's a lie. Sam and Dean are alive!" Bryan took another step.

"Get the hell back," yelled John. Bryan stopped again and then backed off.

"They're not dead," said Bryan.

"Then where the hell are they," said John.

"They just came and took Sam away remember? Langston and his men took Dean back to Nemesis house to be brainwashed and tortured again. You've got to snap out of this. You may be the only one that can reach Dean." Bryan replied. John looked at Bryan but couldn't shake the fact that Sam and Dean were dead and these were the killers. He shoved Tony over toward the bed and made him sit down on it. He turned to Bryan.

"Get over here," John instructed. Bryan walked over slowly, his hands where John could see them.

"John please listen to me," said Bryan nervously.

"Shut up!" he yelled. He took some rope that was at the head of the bed and threw it at Bryan. "Tie him up," he said. "Do it now!" he said when Bryan stood where he was. He nodded and walked over to his partner. They looked at each other.

"Don't try anything," warned John. Bryan closed his eyes. Tony shook his head and scooted back to the head of the bed. Bryan tied him to the rails. When he was finished, John checked to make sure it was tight and then turned the gun on Bryan. He eyed it and John nervously.

"Now you," said John. Bryan waited. John gestured toward a chair. Bryan walked over slowly and began to sit down but before he did he quickly jumped up and knocked the gun out of John's hand.

"You son of a bitch!" yelled John and swung. Bryan ducked and head butted John knocking him backward. He fell and Bryan jumped on top of him and pinned him down.

"Will you listen to me please?" Bryan yelled. "We did not kill Sam! We have not hurt Dean! Nemesis has us all! We've got to get out of here and help them!" John became furious. He bucked and tried to knock Bryan off. After a few minutes of struggling he succeeded. He grabbed his legs and pulled them out from under him. Bryan fell back hard on his back. He rushed to get up but because of his hurt foot he couldn't move as fast. John was quicker. He ran over and grabbed the gun then spun around and straddled Bryan, one foot on each side. He pointed the gun right between his eyes. Bryan froze.

"OKAY!" he yelled and gave up. He went limp and waited.

"GET UP!" yelled John jerking him to his feet.

"JOHN please!" yelled Tony. "Bryan is telling you the truth! You know we haven't done anything. I came here to help you reach Dean! You were able to do just that but then he was grabbed again. We're going to need your help or they are both going to die!"

John looked from one to the other and then grabbed his head. He screamed and hit his knees. The gun fell from his hand. Bryan rushed to get it and then knelt down by John. "Are you okay?" Bryan asked. John looked up at his friends.

"I want Nemesis!" he stated heatedly. "I want him dead!" Bryan let out the breath he was holding and helped John to his feet. "I'll kill him! I'll kill the son of a bitch for what he's done to my boys! Where are they?"

"My guess is that Dean was taken back to his house to be tortured and brainwashed again. Sam is here somewhere but we can't get out. The door has to be opened from the outside."

John walked over and banged on the door while Bryan untied his partner. John turned and glared at the two cops. Bryan stopped midway becoming nervous all over again.

"John," he said and stopped untying him. John shook his head and turned back toward the door. Bryan let Tony go and together all three of them searched the room for a way out. After about an hour, after they had combed every inch of the room all three sat down. They were frustrated. There was no way out. John looked at Tony and then Bryan.

"Sorry guys," he said. "I wasn't thinking straight."

"We know," they said. "You're okay now though right?" John nodded. "We've got to get out of here!"

"I know," said Bryan but unless somebody opens the door we can't." John jumped up and jerked Bryan to his feet. Tony jumped up beside his partner not quite knowing what to expect.

"My kids are out there Bryan. Do you understand that! We have to get out of here!"

"I agree John but how?" Bryan asked. John let him go and paced the room like a caged animal. "I don't know," he admitted and sat down. He put his head in his hands and tried to think of a plan to get out so he could help his boys. So far nothing was coming to mind.

Upstairs, one of the guards walked up to Sam. He looked down at the water and then the blow dryer and the gloves. "PLEASE!" he begged but the other grabbed him and jerked him out of the chair and to his knees. "NO!" he yelled as his face was thrust under the water. He screamed. They kept him there until Sam thought his lungs would burst and then they let him up. He coughed and sputtered trying to catch his breath but before he could they dunked his head once again. When he thought he was going to pass out they pulled him up and shoved him back into the chair. He coughed and choked as water got in his lungs.

"Why are you doing this?" he yelled questioningly.

"We are going to bring you to the point of breaking Sam and then when Nemesis gets to you it will be easier for him to take you."

"Why?" asked Sam.

"He wants you Sam. He wants all of you. He wants your mind, your soul, your spirit. He wants your essence." The first guard walked over and grabbed him by the hair of the head. "We're going to make sure he gets you." The second put on the rubber gloves and grabbed the blow dryer. "NO!" yelled Sam as he was pushed back down to his knees.

The thrust him under the water, head, and shoulders. The second guard turned on the blow dryer and placed it in the water. Sam screamed as he was electrocuted. They didn't want to kill him so the guard removed the dryer and pulled Sam out. He was shaking all over. His whole body hurt from the shock. He looked up at the two men and they grinned down at him. His mouth was bleeding from where he bit his lip. The first guard wiped it off.

"Please don't," said Sam but the second slapped him hard and then jerked him to his feet and shoved him back into the chair. They checked his hands to make sure they were cuffed tightly. He swallowed hard and tried to calm his breathing down.

"I kind of enjoyed that," said the first man.

"Me too," replied the second. Sam shook his head. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to speak. It was hard for the words to come. The first man grabbed him around the neck. "Don't talk," he said. "Don't say one word." Sam closed his mouth. The guard took his finger and placed it on his carotid vein. His pulse was racing.

"This won't take long," said the second and they both laughed. Sam couldn't stop shaking, his whole body hurt. He didn't speak. He was afraid to. He sat there and knew that they were just beginning. He squeezed his eyes closed and swallowed once again.

"I don't…." Sam began and received another slap, harder this time. It made his ears ring and he saw stars.

"Say one more thing before we're ready for you to and we'll cut out your tongue, understand?" Sam closed his mouth and nodded.

"Good boy," said the first man. "We'll let you know when we want you to speak." Sam nodded again and kept quiet.

"We're just getting started Sammy," he said. "Isn't that what your big brother calls you? You know he's going to be brainwashed again. This time he won't get free." Sam shook

his head. He opened his mouth to say something and immediately was pushed back down to his knees.

"What did I tell you!" the first man said and shoved his head back under the water. Sam struggled. He didn't think they were going to let him up. His lungs burned and when he was about to take in a mouthful of water they pulled him out. He coughed hard. He sputtered and choked.

"Don't talk," they said. Sam shut his mouth. They jerked him to his feet and pushed him back into the chair.

"Very good," they said. Sam just stared at them and hoped Tony, Bryan or his dad helped him soon. He wasn't sure how much he could take. He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer then opened them quickly when he was punched in the face. He grunted as pain exploded in his jaw.

"No," said the second man. "This shouldn't take long at all." The first man grinned. Sam shook so hard his teeth were chattering. His face burned. His whole body hurt and he knew that the two men were just getting started.