Chapter 56

Tony, John Bryan and Sam all turned quickly when they heard a knock at the door.

"Move to the center of the room," the first guard ordered. They all did as they were told. The second guard opened the door and they both walked inside. The first man looked dead at Sam. "Well I see you're doing a lot better Sammy," he said. Sam didn't answer.

"We'll have to see what we can do about that," said the second man. They both grinned sadistically at the young hunter.

"You will not take my son out of here again," declared John. He, Tony and Bryan, all stood in front of Sam. Both the men laughed, and then cried out as they found themselves being thrown across the room. John whirled around to look at his son. He was concentrating and using his powers.

"Sammy don't," said John but he kept on. Tony ran over to one and hit him knocking him out and Bryan ran over to the other and swung, but the man ducked. He came around and threw a punch at Bryan, knocking him down. He pulled his gun, but before he could do anything, John ran over and hit him in the back of the head knocking him out.

John turned. Sam was beginning to fall. "Sammy!" he yelled and ran over to catch him before he hit the ground. Sam shook his head as Tony ran over to help. Together they lowered him down to sit on the bed.

"You okay?" asked John? Sam nodded. "I think so. Thanks."

"You're welcome," answered Tony for both him and John.

"Are you sure?" asked John. Sam nodded once again.

"Damn it Sam, I didn't want you to do that yet. You're weak enough as it is.

"They were about to take one of us and I wasn't going to let that happen," Sam answered. "Beside, Bryan had a good idea. They would not expect me to use my powers and it worked."

John grinned at his son and said, "You're right. It did." Bryan grabbed the first guard, who was beginning to come to, and pulled him to his feet. He brought him over to the bed. Sam got up and Bryan shoved the man down. "See how you like being restrained." He said. Tony cuffed the man's hands to the bed. John walked over and cuffed the other's hands behind his back.

"Ready to get out of this room Sam," asked his father.

"Oh yeah," replied Sam and they all left locking the two men inside.

"Sam," said Tony.

"Yeah," answered Sam.

"Were you really talking to Brad earlier?"

"Yeah he was in the cell. Sort of."

"What did he say?" asked Bryan.

"Him and Jack got away. He said they were coming and for us to hang on." Sam got real quiet. He could not shake the feeling that even though they had gotten away from Nemesis men for the time being, something still wasn't right.

"What else," asked John?

"That's pretty much it," replied Sam. "He had to leave suddenly. He was acting like somebody was after him. I've got a bad feeling dad." John nodded. Tony walked over to the phone but it was dead. He got out his cell phone.

"Hold on a minute," said Bryan. Tony paused. "If Sam feels like something is wrong and we call. Somebody could get hurt." Tony thought a minute. He agreed and put the cell phone away.

"Okay," he said. "Let's go." All four men made there way out of the house that had held them captive and down the dirt road. They climbed in the impala and headed for the clinic.

"What about Dean," asked John? "That bastard has my other son."

"I know that John and we're going to need all the help we can get so let's go get Brad and Jack and then we'll all go and rescue Dean." John wasn't too crazy about that but he agreed.

"Open the door, now!" Dean ordered.

"No," replied Brad. Dean got angry and hit him again, harder this time. He fell to the ground. Jack jumped up and started to make his way over to his brother.

"Stay there," yelled Dean. Jack stopped. "I will kill him!" Jack nodded and raised his hands. "Sit down!" Jack looked at the young hunter. His eyes were wild. He decided that to be on the safe side he would do what Dean told him to do. He knew that Dean didn't realize what he was doing but he also knew that right now he would kill and not think twice about it. He obeyed and sat back down.

Dean grabbed Brad and pulled him roughly to his feet. He was breathing hard because of the pain from where he'd been hit. "Get over there and sit down beside Jack," he ordered and shoved Brad in that direction. Without a word Brad walked over and sat down beside his brother.

"Are you okay," asked Jack. Brad nodded. "Yeah. I'm okay."

"Shut up. Both of you," said Dean. He looked around and found something that he could use to pick the lock of the cell.

"Dean don't," said Jack. "They're the ones that have hurt Sam. Not us. They've hurt us all, including you. If you let them out they are going to hurt us all again. They're the enemies Dean. Not us." Dean looked back at Jack. He looked like he was telling the truth. He looked so sincere. Doubts started to creep into Dean's mind. With it came the pain from the device in his chest and before long, he was crying out in pain.

"God Dean," said Brad. "Let us help you!" He started to get up, but the look on Dean's face made him think twice. He stayed where he was.

"Don't you remember Dean," Harper said. He turned back to the cell. Harper walked over to the bars and took a hold of them.

"They hurt Sam. They hurt your brother. You saw it happen and you saw who it was who did it. Did you see us or them?" Dean looked at Harper and his men and then back at Brad and Jack.

"Them," he finally answered.

"That's not true," said Jack. "Why would we do that? Why would we hurt your brother? We've fought for you and for him for months and you know it. Nemesis has brainwashed you again. He's given you false memories and erased the real ones. Think Dean. Why would we hurt either one of you?" Dean grabbed the front of his shirt.

"Do as you're told Dean," Nemesis said in his head. Dean screamed as the pain in his chest became almost unbearable.

"Let us help you! He's put something inside you. You know we're doctors. We can take it out, but you have to trust us." Slowly and cautiously Jack got to his feet. He took a step toward his young friend then paused when Dean leveled the gun at him.

"Sit….down," said Dean between gasps. Jack shook his head. "We can help you if you let us." He took another step, but Dean cocked the gun. Jack stopped and stepped in front of Brad. He concentrated. The gun that Dean was holding was knocked out of his hand.

"You son of a bitch!" yelled Dean and started to walk over to where it landed but Jack shoved him backward with his mind.

"NO!" screamed Dean in agony and hit his knees.

"Dean," said Jack. Dean began to gasp for breath. Sweat popped out on his head and poured down.

"What the hell is wrong?" asked Brad. Both he and Jack ran over. Dean had went down on all fours.

"I….can't…breathe," said Dean.

"Let us…," said Jack but Dean head butted him and sent him sprawling.

"DEAN!" yelled Brad. "Stop!"

"Get back," Dean choked out. He struggled to his feet and pulled out a knife. He put it to Jack's throat. Brad froze. He didn't so much as move a muscle.

"Let us help you!" he said.

"I don't….need….any…help."

"Oh yeah," said Brad. "You're doing just great. You're threatening to kill the ones that care about you and you want to let the ones that really do want to hurt you out of the cell. They will hurt you Dean. You do know that I hope."

"Maybe," said Dean, the doubts growing stronger in his mind.

"Let Jack go," said Brad. Dean shook his head. "Go back over there and sit down." Brad sighed but obeyed. Jack was pushed down on the couch, close to Dean. The two doctors looked at each other. A silent thought passed between them. Neither could figure out how to reach him.