Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank you all for continuing to read. Here is the update. Becky this one's for you. Thanks girl.
Sheila
Chapter 57
Tony, Sam, Bryan and John pulled up to the clinic. They parked down the street some so if anything was going on inside, they wouldn't be detected.
They got out of the car and slowly made their way to the clinic on foot. John and Bryan went into Jack's house via the front door and Sam and Tony went around to the clinic door and peered inside. They gawked at what they saw.
Dean had Jack on the couch with a knife at his throat and Brad was sitting in the chair a few feet away trying hard to talk Dean down. Harper and the two guards were locked in the cell and they were trying to get him to let them out.
"Shit," said Tony and put his hand on the door knob preparing to enter. Sam stopped him by putting a hand over his.
"Let me," he said.
"What? No way. You're still weak and your dad would have my head," said Tony.
"You're afraid of my dad?" Sam grinned at that. Tony looked at him and nodded. "Well yeah" he said. "When it comes to his kids I am."
Sam's grin got wider. "Tony," he said. "If they did the same thing to Dean this time as they did the last time, he's not going to trust you. It has to be me."
Tony thought for a second. He knew Sam was right but he didn't like the idea of him going in there alone. Not with Dean in the state he was in right now. He knew, however, that Sam was probably the only one he trusts, so reluctantly, he nodded his head.
Sam nodded back and took a deep breath.
"Be careful," said Tony.
"I will," replied Sam and prepared to go in.
"Brad you are going to go over there and open that cell right now or I'll cut Jack's throat and make you watch," said Dean. He pressed the knife harder into the doctor's skin, drawing blood. Jack winced at the pain.
"Okay," said Brad nervously. "Just stop." He got up slowly and walked to the cell. He looked back at Dean. "You're making a mistake," he said.
"Do it," ordered Dean. Brad shook his head. He took the key out of his pocket and placed it in the lock.
"NO, Don't," yelled Sam as he came into the clinic. Dean whirled around. Brad took the key out of the lock.
"Sam," said Dean.
"Yeah Dean it's me. What the hell are you doing to Jack?"
"Get over here," said Dean suddenly nervous himself.
"Listen to me Dean," said Sam. "Jack and Brad have not done anything wrong okay? Let him go."
"Get over here now!" ordered Dean.
"Alright. Just take it easy." He walked over to his big brother. Dean let Jack go. "Stay there," he said.
"I'm not going anywhere," replied Jack and stayed where he was. Dean pointed the knife at Brad. "You go sit back down." Brad nodded and did as he was told.
Dean walked over and picked up the gun, and put the knife in his waistband. He walked back over to Sam, who took a deep breath.
"Are you okay," asked Dean. Sam nodded. "I'm fine. What are you doing?"
"Sam they want to hurt you. I've seen Jack and Brad do terrible things to you."
"No you haven't," replied Sam. "They have not hurt me. They only ones that have are the men that they have locked in that cell. They are Nemesis men. They've hurt us all." Dean shook his head.
"No," he said. "I've seen them do it." He gestured toward Jack and Brad
"It wasn't real. What you saw was not real. It was planted in your head by Nemesis."
"Obey me Dean," Nemesis words came into his head. Dean winced and began breathing hard. Sam got scared. "What? What is it? What's going on?"
Dean grabbed his chest and screamed as pain flooded his body. Sam had no idea what was happening.
"What's the matter with you," asked Sam fearfully but Dean could not answer him.
"Take him Dean," said Nemesis in his head. He shook his head and screamed. "NO!"
"Dean," yelled Sam. "Tell me what's wrong!" He had no idea about the behavior device in his brother's chest. He had just thought that he'd been brainwashed again.