Chapter 50

Sam stared up at the two guards fearfully. He was still shaking like a leaf. He was trying to regulate his breathing. His whole body was in pain from the shock and he was about to loose consciousness.

The first guard walked around behind him and knelt down to whisper in his ear. "We're going to break you Sammy," he said. Sam closed his eyes and swallowed hard but didn't speak.

"Let's go again," said the second guard. The first nodded. Sam cried out, "NO PLEASE!" but he was shoved down to his knees once again. He fought to get away, but he wasn't able to. It just made the guards angry.

Sam screamed as his head was shoved under the water. He cried out in pain as the blow dryer was thrust under and turned on.

After several minutes they pulled him out. His whole body shook more than before. He coughed and choked on the water and then he was shoved back into the chair. He was beginning to hyperventilate and his lip continued to bleed from where he had bitten it earlier.

"Take him back," said the second guard. "We'll continue this party a little later. The first man nodded and pulled his gun. He leveled it at Sam.

"Get up," he said. Sam looked at the man but remained where he was. He wasn't sure if he would be able to walk.

"I said get up!" instructed the first man and jerked him to his feet. Sam stumbled as he was shoved from the room and back down the stairs.

Bryan jumped up. He stared at the door. "Somebody's coming," he said. Tony and John ran over to the door and braced themselves on either side of it. They were planning on jumping the men when they opened the door, or so they thought.

"Step away from the door gentlemen," the first man said. Tony and John looked at each other not believing that the men knew they were prepared to jump them.

"Do they have ESP or something," asked John disgusted. Bryan shrugged.

"Step to the center of the room or Sam will die, right here, right now!" yelled the second man. Defeated, Tony and John did as they were told. They moved to the middle of the room and stood with Bryan.

The door opened. Both guards stepped inside and shoved Sam in with them. He fell to the ground as the guards locked them all back inside.

"Sam!" yelled John. He ran over to his youngest son and took off the cuffs. He was barely conscious. John turned him over on his back. He checked him for a pulse and breathed easier when he felt one. He felt his son's arms. They were like blocks of ice and his clothes were soaking wet.

"Sammy," he said gently as he brushed the hair out of his eyes. Tony walked over and knelt down beside John. He looked at Sam. He was breathing but only barely and he was turning blue around the mouth.

"Let's get him in the bed John. We've got to get him warm." He and John picked up the young man and carried him to the bed. Bryan pulled back the covers and they got him under them. John tucked him in. He was beginning to shake violently. John pulled up a chair and sat by his son's side.

At the clinic Harper was not getting anywhere with Brad and it was making him angrier by the minute.

"I told you! I don't know!" cried Brad. Harper was still trying to find out information about the two doctors and it wasn't going the way he had it planned.

"I can't tell you something I don't know!" Brad said.

"I think you do know Brad, now you had better start talking and soon or Jack is going to pay! Answer my questions! You're a hunter like the Winchesters, right?"

"Yes, but I'm also a doctor. I don't hunt like I use to."

"When did you find out you could astral project?" asked Harper.

"About a month ago. I found out about the powers about a month ago okay? I don't know what all I can do yet."

"What about Jack," asked Harper?

Brad shook his head. "All I know is that he can move things with his mind and talk telepathically."

"You're lying to me," yelled Harper.

"No I'm not!" pleaded Brad. "Please!" Harper turned angrily to the guard. "Get him out of the cell!" he instructed.

"NO!" yelled Brad suddenly afraid. He knew what was about to happen.

"Then tell me the damn truth!" yelled Harper. Brad looked over at his little brother. His breathing increased. Jack looked back. His body was bruised and hurting from where he had been beat. He gave a slight shake of his head telling Brad not to tell.

Brad was torn. He didn't know what to do.

At Nemesis house Dean was having a harder and harder time breathing. The drug they were giving him was making him forgetful and he was fighting desperately to hang on to his memories.

"Take him into the next room," Langston instructed. The guard released the brake on the bed and wheeled it into where they would start the process of brainwashing him over again. When they got him inside they locked the wheels. Langston walked over to a table that was covered. He took off the sheet revealing all the instruments that he would be using.

"Don't!" begged Dean but Langston just laughed.

"Don't worry," he said. "You won't remember it." He picked up a large knife.

"What….are…you…doing?" asked Dean fearfully.

"Yes Langston, what are you doing?" Langston turned as Nemesis walked into the room and over to the table. He stared down at his prisoner.

"I just thought I'd start without you sir," replied the detective. "I didn't think that you would mind."

"You're wrong. I do mind," replied the immortal. "Did you give him the drug?"

"Yes sir," replied Langston. "Twice."

"Good," answered Nemesis. "Let's begin." Langston grinned and turned toward the young man, knife in hand. "I promise Dean, you'll feel it all," said Nemesis.

Dean stared groggily up at the man who had become his worst nightmare. "We're going to do something a little different this time," said Nemesis. Dean closed his eyes. Langston took the knife and cut open Dean's shirt. He tried to move away but was unable to get far because of the restraints.

"I'd love to tell you this was not going to hurt but I'd be lying," said Langston. He looked at Nemesis for approval. Nemesis nodded and Langston cut down deep into Dean's chest. He did this without deadening it. He screamed in agony as Langston opened him up. He grabbed a pair of retractors and shoved them down into the cut making the incision wider. Dean screamed again. Tears sprang to his eyes and ran down his cheeks.

Nemesis grabbed a piece of equipment that had wires attached to it and placed it down into the chest wound and then stitched it in place.

"OH GOD!" yelled Dean as pain exploded in his chest! "STOP!" he yelled again and passed out.

"Finish it," said Nemesis. Langston nodded and took some suture material. He sewed him up. They waited for him to regain consciousness. Nemesis couldn't wait to begin and he couldn't wait to tell Dean what he had placed in his chest.