Chapter 52

Slowly Dean opened his eyes. He was back in his cell once again, one hand chained to the bed. He looked around. He tried to move and then winced at the pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a bandage that covered an incision.

The door opened and Nemesis came in followed by one of the guards. Dean looked up at the immortal but didn't say anything.

"Enjoy your little nap Dean," Nemesis asked.

"What did you do to me" asked Dean ignoring the man's sarcasm. Langston walked inside carrying something in his hand. It was large and had a cover over it. Dean eyed it warily. Nemesis grinned and took off the cover. It was a large cage. Inside was a rabbit. Langston set the cage down right beside Dean.

"I want you to see something," replied Nemesis. Dean watched as Langston poked at it through the cage scaring it. It ran around and around frantically trying to get away. Finally, after a few minutes it fell over dead. Dean looked up at the immortal.

"I placed a device in the rabbit's chest. It's one that commands obedience. It causes excruciating pain if you don't. It will kill eventually by pretty much blowing up you heart, but not before it brings pain and a lot of it. It kills only as a last resort."

Nemesis handed the cage back to Langston who sat it aside, and then they both turned to Dean. "I placed the exact same device in your chest. It's hooked to your heart. You will obey me or you will be in extreme pain. If you continue to disobey me it will blow your heart up and you will die. Any questions?"

Dean stared at the man like he had lost his mind. He shook his head letting the words sink in. Finally, he said, "WHAT!"

"Basically you have a behavior device in your chest Dean. Would you like to see how it works? Take the cuff off," said Nemesis. Langston walked over and removed it from Dean's hand.

"Get up," he said. Dean struggled to his feet. He held onto a wall as a wave of nausea and dizziness passed. He looked toward Langston and lunged for him, knocking him down. He grabbed the detective's gun and turned to point it at his head. Langston froze.

"I'm walking out of here. Understand," said Dean. Nemesis laughed. "I was hoping you would do that. Now I can demonstrate. Put the gun down." Dean shook his head and cocked it. "No way," he said. "I'm walking out of here. I'm going to get my brother and my father. I'm going to get my friends and you're not going to stop me."

"Put it down," warned Nemesis.

"No," answered Dean. Nemesis grinned. Dean blinked a few times as a strange feeling came over him. He looked at the immortal who was staring intently at him. He reached down to pull Langston to his feet because he was going to use him as a shield until he got out of the house, but before he could he grabbed his chest and his stomach and hit his knees. The pain he felt was severe. He felt like a million knives were sticking in him. He screamed as it became almost unbearable.

Langston scrambled to his feet and knocked the gun out of Dean's hand, and then kicked him hard sending him rolling onto his back. Nemesis walked over and looked down at his prey. Dean was panting heavily. Sweat poured from his face. He screamed again as it got worse and looked fearfully up at Nemesis, who was still staring at him.

"It hurts doesn't it?" asked Nemesis. Dean's head began to pound and he felt like it was in a vice. He could hardly stand it any more. He rolled into a ball and prayed that it would stop. Finally it did and he just lay there weakly, hardly able to move. Nemesis kicked him. He winced and Langston and one of the guards ran over to grab him and jerked him to his feet.

They threw him back down onto the bed and cuffed his hand back to the rails. Nemesis walked over and grabbed his face in hand forcing him to look at him.

"It's very effective don't you think? Right about now your chest must be feeling like its on fire. I control the device Dean. You will do as you're told or you will suffer at my hands and then you will die." He let his face go. Dean winced.

Langston took out another syringe. "NO!" cried Dean weakly and tried to move away. Nemesis grabbed a hold of his arm and held it as the drug was inserted into his bloodstream once again. Dean screamed as his insides began to burn and his heart began to beat outside of his chest again.

The guard came inside pushing a table. On top was the device that would deliver electric shocks to Dean's body all over.

"Please," begged Dean as he was pushed over on his back. His other hand was cuffed to the rails and so were both his legs, spread eagled. The wires were attached to all parts of his body once again and the machine was turned on. He winced as small waves of electricity shot through his system and then he cried in agony as the machine was turned up. Head phones were placed on his head.

"NO!" yelled Dean. "Please!" His head began to get fuzzy, his memory was beginning to fade and before long all he could remember was what Nemesis wanted him to.

"You will do as you're told Dean. You will kill your friends and you will deliver your brother to me." Dean shook his head.

"No…I….won't," he said barely able to form the words. "I'll….die…first!" His breathing became labored. Sweat poured.

"Yes you will. I control that device in your chest Dean. You will obey me, or you will be in a whole lot of pain and I'll get your brother and your friends anyway. Even daddy dearest."

"Go…to….hell!" said Dean with every ounce of strength and conviction he had left. Nemesis just grinned. The virtual reality goggles were placed on his eyes and he saw his friends as they hurt Sam. He saw it in his head but it seemed so real.

"No," yelled Dean. Nemesis walked out and left him to the brainwashing. Wires were attached to his temples, his wrists and his ankles. They shocked him every few minutes. He tried his best to hold on but he was slipping and he knew it.

Nemesis and Langston walked into the library. A guard was placed at Dean's door. Nemesis poured himself a Brandy and handed his first in command a beer.

"What do we do next?" asked Langston. "The boy is very strong."

"He is, but I'm stronger. He'll do as he's told whether, he's brainwashed or not. The device will make sure of that. He won't have a choice. The pain will get worse and worse until that alone will force him to comply. He'll do my bidding."

"Okay, how long are we going to keep up the procedure?" asked Langston.

"Overnight," answered Nemesis. "Tomorrow we'll dump him out somewhere. He'll look for his brother and friends and work with my men instead of against them. He'll think Tony and Bryan are his enemies."

"What about the father?" asked Langston. Nemesis thought about that for a minute. He wasn't real sure what he was going to do about John. He couldn't make up his mind. Does he brainwash Dean against his dad also, or would it be fun to watch the two face off over Sam? All he knew was that by the time he was through with Dean Winchester. Tony and Bryan and the others would be dead and Dean would give Sam to him thinking that he wanted to protect him, then and only then would Dean find out that he didn't hand his brother over to an ally but to an enemy.

Nemesis downed the snifter of Brandy and thought about the things he would do to the younger of the two Winchester boys, while the other watches. He grinned. It would destroy Dean to know that he handed his little brother over to be tortured and controlled and it would kill Sam to know that Dean just gave him over to the immortal without any remorse or qualms thinking that Nemesis would protect him. Then and only then would he know exactly what Nemesis had planned for little Sammy.