Chapter 51

"How is he?" asked Tony. John looked up at his friend. "Not good," he said. "He still has not woke up. His breathing is still labored and he's still shaking."

Tony walked up and felt Sam's head. "He feels cold," he said.

"I know," replied John. "I can't seem to get him warm."

"Have you tried to wake him up?"

"No," answered John shaking his head. "I'll try." He leaned over and shook his son gently.

"Sammy," he said. He shook him for the second time. "I need you to open your eyes Sam." Sam moaned and his eyes fluttered open. He looked up at his dad.

"How are you doing?" asked John. Sam nodded. Bryan limped over. "Sam you scared the crap of us." He said. He smiled slightly and opened his mouth to talk.

"Sssh," said John. "Don't try to talk. Not yet okay?" Sam closed his mouth and nodded. He closed his eyes back and before long was asleep once again. John got to his feet and stared down at his son. He paced the room.

"Tony, Bryan, we've got to get out of here. We've got to get to Dean and there's no telling what's happening to Brad and Jack."

"I know," said Bryan, "but I don't know how we're going to do that." Tony turned when he heard footsteps. They moved to each side of the door.

"Move to the center of the room," said the guards. "Now!" Tony and John stayed where they were.

"If I have to tell you two again, somebody is going to be hurt," said the first guard. Still Tony and John stayed.

"We can see you!" yelled the second. "Move to the center of the room now!" The two men looked at each other and gave up. They moved to the middle. The guards opened the door and came inside guns drawn. "Back up," they said. The three men didn't move.

"Do it now!" said the second man. Tony, Bryan and John looked at each other and backed up toward Sam. Before Bryan could get far, he was grabbed by the first man.

"Bryan!" yelled Tony and was about to come to his partner's aid but the second man cocked his gun and pointed it at Bryan's head. Tony froze.

"Let him go," said John. The two men looked at the older hunter. "Somebody wants to talk to you John," one of them said. He held out a cell phone. John took it nervously and held it to his ear.

"Hello John," said the immortal.

"Where the hell is my son!" yelled John.

"With me," replied Nemesis. "You're going to want to watch your mouth!"

"Forget it!" said John angrily. "I want my sons free. Both of them!"

"Well isn't that just to damn bad," replied Nemesis getting angry himself. "Do you want to hear your son scream John?" He didn't answer. "Answer me!"

"No," said John nervously.

"Then know this. I'm the one giving the orders. Got it!" John closed his eyes.

"Yes," replied John trying to calm down for Dean's sake.

"Very good. Now how is Sam?"

"Stay away from Sam!" warned John, his anger rising once again.

"John I swear if you tell me what to do one more time, I will hurt Dean." John squeezed his eyes shut and closed his mouth. He didn't have a choice. He would not risk Dean and he wasn't anywhere close to him to help him.

"Wake Sam up," instructed Nemesis. John shook his head. "Forget it," he said.

"Wake him up now John!" said Nemesis. John looked at his son. "No," he said. "I won't."

"Fine!" said Nemesis. Give one of the guards the phone." John handed the phone to the guard holding the gun on Bryan.

"Yes sir," he said.

"John does not want to listen. Teach him whose boss."

"Yes sir," said the man and hung up the phone. He looked at John and then down at Sam.

"Stay the hell away from him!" said John in a low dangerous voice. He backed up and stood in front of his son. Tony looked from Bryan to Sam and back again. Bryan nodded. Tony walked over to stand with John in front of Sam.

"You picked Sam over Bryan?" asked the guard.

"No," said Tony. "I didn't."

"You must. You're there and Bryan is here with me." The second guard walked over to Bryan, cocked his gun and placed it right between his eyes. He closed his eyes, fully expecting to be shot.

"No!" yelled Tony and took a step.

"Don't!" replied the second guard. Tony froze and raised his hands. Bryan, using his elbows, jabbed the man holding him in the ribs. The man grunted and grabbed his stomach. Bryan ducked just as the gun went off. The bullet hit the wall right above his head. Tony moved. He turned quickly and knocked the gun out of the man's hand. He hit the second man in the jaw, knocking him down.

The man jumped back up after he grabbed the gun. He pointed it at Tony. He froze. John charged and hit him in the back. Tony ran up to the second man but he wasn't quick enough. John pulled his gun and pointed it at the first. He had grabbed a hold of Bryan again.

"Let him go," warned John.

"No," said the man. "Drop your gun or I'll kill him." He placed his to Bryan's head. The second had grabbed Tony and had his gun on him. John looked at his two friends.

"DROP IT!" yelled the first man. John bit his bottom lip nervously.

"Now, you son of a bitch!" yelled the man. The one holding Tony placed his gun at Tony's head and both the men cocked the hammers. John didn't have a choice. If he didn't do as he was told, they would kill Tony and Bryan.

John obeyed and dropped his gun. The two men shoved Tony and Bryan over to stand with him. The second man walked over and hit John hard in the stomach then in the back of the head. He fell to his knees.

"You should not have done that!" he said. "You'll be sorry!"

Jack was shoved to the treatment area where Brad was tied down to the bed. Brad looked up at his little brother.

"Tell me what I want to know," Harper said.

"I've told you everything I know," said Brad as he continued to look at Jack.

"The pain that Jack is about to be in is your fault. I just want you to know that," said Harper. He shoved Jack over to a chair and then down into it. His hands and feet were cuffed to the arms and legs. Brad shook his head.

"Don't tell," said Jack telepathically. "We're going to need to use that to get away." Brad watched him. He knew that he was about to be hurt.

"Jack," he said, also telepathically.

"No," said Jack. "You can't tell." Harper looked from one to the other. He grabbed Jack's hair and forced his head back. He winced.

"You talking to him in his head Jack?" Harper asked and backhanded him busting his lip.

"What were you two talking about?" Brad looked weakly up at his captors and didn't answer. Harper grinned. "You will talk or you will watch him hurt!" Brad shook his head. "Please don't hurt my brother," he said.

"Then tell me what I want to know," replied Harper. Brad and Jack looked at each other. Both kept their mouths shut.

"Fine," said Harper and looked at the guard with him.

"Let's convince them that we're not playing!" The guard grinned. "I thought you'd never say that," he said.