Chapter 55
"Nothing," said Jack.
"Don't give me that crap, Jack. What's wrong?" Brad looked at Jack's shirt. Both his shirt and his flesh had been ripped.
"You're bleeding," noticed Brad. "What the hell did you do?" His temper began to rise.
"I challenged him," said Jack and winced at the look in his brother's eyes.
"You did what?" asked Brad, not sure if he heard right. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"I wasn't letting him get to you," said Jack. "I was protecting you." Brad shook his head. "No you weren't," he said. "If that were the case you would not have stepped out of the circle. You wanted him to go for you. Damn it Jack!"
"It worked," Jack pointed out. "I injured him, but not bad." He grinned then stopped when Brad didn't grin back.
"You made him mad," Brad argued.
"He came in the shape of a wolf. It wanted to go for your throat. I was not going to let that happen." Brad stepped toward him. He felt the ripples of power. "You called him. You stepped out of the circle and you called him. Alone." He bumped his shoulder and saw the wince of pain again.
"Come over here and take off your shirt," said Brad.
"Brad," Jack replied.
"NOW!" said Brad angrily. Jack shut his mouth and walked over. He carefully took off his shirt.
"Sit down," said Brad.
"I can," said Jack.
"Sit," said Brad angrily cutting off Jack's words. He did as he was told. Brad inspected his shoulder and winced himself. The claw marks on Jack's shoulder were raw and angry looking. Brad was beyond pissed.
"You moved out of the circle." Brad looked at his brother. "You deliberately opened yourself up to an attack." Fear shuddered back to twist painfully with temper.
"It worked," said Jack for the second time.
"It almost got you killed!" argued Brad.
"Look Brad you can yell at me later. Okay? We've got to go and get the others."
"I need to clean your shoulder first," said Brad. "I don't want you to get sick." He got some Hydrogen Peroxide and guaze and turned toward him.
"Don't," said Jack jumping up. Brad stopped and looked at him. "I'm okay," said Jack and started to walk out the door.
"Where are you going?" Brad asked.
"To get the others," said Jack and continued to walk.
"Wait," said Brad and grabbed him by the other arm. He jerked away and kept on walking.
"Just wait a damn minute," said Brad and grabbed his arm again. Jack looked at it and then at Brad. Brad shivered at the look in his eyes.
"Let me go," Jack warned.
"What?" asked Brad astonished?
"Just don't touch me," said Jack. He looked at his brother's hand, Brad hissed as the electric shock stung his fingers.
"Cut it out!" said Brad and let him go.
"Don't touch me." Jack repeated.
"I'm going to do a hell of a lot more than touch you in a minute," said Brad but he kept his hands to himself until Jack had walked over to the car. He followed him. Jack opened the door. He slammed it shut.
"What is the matter with you," asked Brad.
"Nothing," Jack answered but finally sighed and leaned against the car.
"Tell me what's wrong," asked Brad. Jack sighed again. "He's got Dean again. Sam and the others are in trouble again. I used my powers when I said I would never do that again, but I can't seem to get away from it."
"Come inside and let me look at your shoulder, then we'll both go and get the others."
"No," said Jack.
"That wound needs to be cleaned Jack. It needs tending," said Brad. "Now come on." He took him by the arm and led him back into the clinic and over to one of the treatment area. He began to clean and dress Jack's shoulder. Neither said anything for a few minutes but then Brad broke the silence.
"It's okay to use your powers Jack. You use them to help. There's nothing wrong with that."
"Brad yours is new to you. You're just now learning what all you can do. Mine has been a nightmare for me. It brings back bad memories. I've tried to get away from them my whole life." He paused for a few minutes and then continued. "They won't let me."
"What your dad did to you growing up doesn't make your powers bad Jack. He just wanted you to use them for bad things."
"You don't have any idea."
"Don't I?" quipped Brad. "My step family raised me to worship evil. I know a little bit about what you feel."
"When you use yours though it subtle, like a soft breeze," said Jack.
"And you?" he asked him.
"For me it's like a damn stampede. I don't want to hurt anybody."
"You won't," said Brad. "You've always used them to help protect the ones you care about." He finished dressing his shoulder and Jack went and got another shirt out of the drawer and put it on. The sun was just coming over the horizon.
"Now let's go and get them," said Brad. Jack nodded and both got up. They walked over toward the door and opened it. They stopped and stared. On the other side was Dean.
"Dean?" said Jack. "Are you okay?" Dean looked around then back at Jack. He was dazed and confused.
"I think so," he said. "They dumped me out. I came here as fast as I could."
"Who dumped you out?" asked Jack even though he already knew. He wanted to see if Dean did.
Dean thought about it for a few minutes and then finally said, "I don't know. I don't remember." He blinked his eyes a few times and then looked at Brad. All strength went out of his legs and he fell. Brad caught him and he and Jack got him inside. They laid him on one of the beds.
"Dean," Jack said. He took his face in his hand and turned it to look at the burn marks on his temples. He shook his head and touched his chest with his other hand. Dean winced. Jack removed his hand quickly.
"What is it," he asked and took a hold of Dean's t-shirt to lift it up so he could see. Dean grabbed his wrists and stopped him.
"Let me see," said Jack. Dean shook his head.
"Dean," said Brad. "Let us look." In Dean's head he heard Nemesis voice.
"Now Dean," it said. "NO!" Dean replied. "I won't do it." Jack and Brad looked at each other then down at him.
"Who are you talking to?" asked Jack and jumped up when Dean cried out in pain.
"Dean," asked Brad nervously. He grabbed both of his shoulders. "What is it?"
"You will obey me," said Nemesis. Dean shoved Brad away and jumped to his feet. He grabbed his chest and screamed, "NO!" He cried out in pain.
"What is it," yelled Jack.
"Obey me Dean! NOW!" warned Nemesis. Sweat popped out on Dean's forehead and poured down his face. He looked at his friends who were watching him nervously. Brad held up both hands, palms out.
"It's okay," he said and took a step toward him. Dean backed up. He grabbed his head. Visions of Jack and Brad harming Sam pushed its way into his mind. He heard Sam scream then Brad and Jack laugh.
"Dean let us help you," said Brad and took another step. He shook his head.
"It's okay," Brad repeated. "Sam told us what happened. We can help you." He took another step toward him and when he was just a few feet in front of him, Dean grabbed his arm, spun him around and put his arm around his neck. He took a gun quickly out of his pocket and placed it at his head.
"Wait," said Jack. "Don't!" He froze. "Let him go Dean. Nemesis has hurt you again but we can help you if you let us." He began to concentrate.
"Stop it," warned Dean knowing what Jack was going to try to do. "I'll kill him!" Jack stopped and swallowed hard.
"Okay Dean. Okay," he said and held up his own hands.
"Sit down," Dean ordered. Jack nodded. He went over to the table and sat down. Dean shoved Brad over to the cell. "Open it," he said.
"Dean, these guys are bad news," said Brad. He winced when Dean hit him in the back.
"Open the damn door!" yelled Dean. Brad shook his head. "I can't do that. These men work for Nemesis. They've been holding us prisoner. Now we don't have time for this. We've got to go get Sam and the others."
"What others," asked Dean? Brad shook his head again. "Tony, Bryan and John," he answered.
"Those bastards have my brother?"
"No Dean. They're captives with your brother. Langston and some of his men are holding them hostage."
"Good," said Dean.
"Excuse me?" asked Brad astonished.
"They hurt Sam. They should be prisoners."
"That's not true Dean. They didn't hurt Sam. They're prisoner there to. You've got to let us help you. We've got to go get them."