Chapter 58

"I know," said Jack. Sam turned to look at the doctor. "You know what?" he asked.

"What's wrong with Dean," replied Jack.

"Care to share," asked Sam.

"They've put something inside him," replied Jack. Sam stared at the doctor in shock. "What," he asked astonished. Dean went down to his knees. Sam went over to help him or at least try to.

"Dean," he said fearfully. He was very worried.

"They've put something in his chest to make him obey." Brad added. "Some kind of device."

"Oh God," said Sam. "Dean?" He knelt down to help but the pain became excruciating and he could hardly stand it.

"Take him," yelled Nemesis in Dean's head.

"NO!" yelled Dean with all that was in him. Sam watched as his brother began gasping for breath. "Who are you talking to," he asked.

"NOW!" yelled Nemesis unmercifully inside Dean's mind. He screamed as the pain got worse. His heart began beating rapidly.

"Let us help you," said Brad for the hundredth time. "We can take that out but you've got to let us. You've got to trust us Dean. Please!" Dean looked up to Brad who could tell that he was in extreme pain. Sweat poured down his head but he continued to fight the immortal and his head games.

"Please Dean," begged Jack. "We have not done anything."

"Dean let them help you okay?" said Sam. "They're friends of ours."

"No!" yelled Dean. He jumped unsteadily to his feet. He grabbed Sam and placed the gun at his head. Sam froze. He was not expecting that to happen. He didn't breathe. He didn't move a muscle. Memories of a few months back in Jack's bedroom came flooding back to Sam's mind. He was suddenly afraid. He had no idea what Dean was going to do.

"Dean," yelled John as Sam threw up his hands. Dean turned him around. John came down the basement steps cautiously and slowly but deliberately. Dean pressed the gun into his baby brother's head.

John held out his own hands palms out. "What are you doing?" he asked his eldest son. "Let him go." Dean shook his head and winced at the pain that was everywhere.

"That's your brother Dean. Do you want to protect him or harm him?"

"Protect him," Dean choked the words out between gasps.

"Well you've got a mighty funny way of showing it," replied John. "Right now, you've got a gun pointed at his head. Tell me son. How is that helping him?" Dean looked at his dad and then back at his brother. Jack had gotten up and was almost close enough to grab him.

"Stop," yelled Dean. He pushed Sam toward his father and swung the gun in Jack and Brad's direction. Brad had gotten up also, so that he could help Jack but both stopped now and didn't go any closer. Dean whirled around and took turns leveling the gun at Jack and Brad and then John and Sam.

"Dean," John said softly. "You're out of control. They can help you but you have got to let them. I know you don't know what to believe right now and I understand that. Son I've never lied to you before and I'm asking you to believe me now. Jack and Brad is not the enemy. They have not hurt you or Sam. They want to help you."

"No," said Dean calming down some. "They don't want to help either one of us. They've hurt him. I've seen them do it."

"No they didn't," replied John. "It wasn't them."

"I know what I saw!" Dean began to get agitated.

John shook his head. "We've been through this before. Remember." It was not a question. John was trying to get him to understand. "If you try real hard and think, you will know that. Those memories are not real. They're false. They were planted in your head by an immortal. You know that they would never hurt you, now put it down." John took a step. "Put the gun down." Dean shook his head. Jack and Brad didn't move a muscle.

The pain in Dean's chest has subsided but now it was growing in intensity once again. "If you do not do as you are told, you will be sorry," said Nemesis. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force down the pain and the panic. When he opened them again, flashes of memory popped into his head. He saw Jack and Brad.

They had Sam chained, spread eagled. He heard his little brother as he screamed each time the whip hit his bare skin. When the memory faded Dean turned to look at the two men who were standing before him. His eyes were cold and wild. The two doctors did not like what they saw. Neither did John or Sam.

"Dean come on," said Brad but he knew that he wasn't listening. He raised the gun once again. Both Jack and Brad backed up.

"Go over there with them dad," Dean ordered. "Let Sam go."

"You're not thinking right son," said John, but he did as he was told. He knew the only one that Dean would come close to listening to was Sam. He stood with the others.

"Get over here Sam." He walked over, but didn't say a word. When he came to stand beside him, Dean cocked the gun. "Sit down all of you." John, Jack and Brad obeyed and sat down.

"Tie them up," he told Sam.

"Dean listen to me," he said but he wouldn't let him finish.

"You do what I tell you to do," Dean ordered and shoved him in the direction of the three men. Sam shook his head and found some rope. He tied all three of their hands behind their back.

"That's good Dean," said Harper. He walked back over to the bars and took a hold of them. "Tie them up so they can't get away, but you know that there is more people here, don't you?"

Dean looked at Harper and remembered the other two. "Tony! Bryan!" he yelled. "Come out, come out wherever you are." He laughed at his own joke then got angry when he didn't hear anything.

"I know you're listening! Get the hell in here!" he said.

"Son of a bitch," said Tony under his breath. Bryan was standing at the top of the basement steps; Tony was standing at the clinic door. Both could see each other. Bryan shook his head. Tony stayed where he was.