Chapter 59

"Get in here now!" yelled Dean. "You have one minute and then I'm going to start killing people!" Tony looked up at Bryan. He shook his head telling Tony not to give himself up.

Tony looked at Dean then back at Bryan. He knew without question that Tony was about to go inside. Tony shrugged and Bryan watched as he did just that. He shook his head. Tony came into the clinic, hands up, palms out in surrender.

Dean leveled the gun. "Where is Bryan?" Tony shook his head and eyed the gun and the man holding it. "I don't know." He said. Dean cocked his head. He gestured with the gun. Tony nodded and cautiously, without a word, backed up until he could feel the couch on the back of his legs. He lowered himself down, keeping his hands where Dean could see them.

"We have not hurt you Dean, or Sam," said Tony. "None of us. We haven't hurt you or your brother and we never will. We're friends' man. We've been through hell together. We wouldn't do that to you or him. I know that somewhere in that head of yours, you know that."

"Take him Dean," said Nemesis in his head once again. "Take Sam. Bring him to me. I'll protect him from all of them." Dean shook his head. He looked at Sam. "Tie Tony up to."

"Dean," said Sam. Dean whirled and turned on him. "Do it now! Don't make me tell you again!" Sam just stared at him for a few minutes. He could see that the pain was coming again, full force.

"Tie him up Sam!" yelled Dean.

"Okay, please just take it easy." He walked over to where Tony sat. "I'm sorry Tony," he said.

Tony nodded. "It's okay." Sam went behind him and tied his hands. Harper and his men were enjoying the show. None of them had to say a word. Nemesis was going to make Dean let them go. They just had to be patient.

"Take him now!" The words came. The pain that accompanied it became excruciating.

"Dean please," said Tony. "Let us help you."

"OH GOD!" yelled Dean. "It hurts!" Sam rushed over to his brother's side. "Dean!"

"It hurts!" cried Dean once again. He was trying hard not to go down again. Sam reached out to take the gun but before he could Dean grabbed him by the wrist and stopped him.

"What are you doing?" he asked his little brother.

"Give me the gun," said Sam. Dean shook his head then screamed in agony. It was the opening Bryan was looking for. He slowly made his way down the stairs. Sam saw him coming and he was trying to keep Dean occupied, but Harper saw him too.

"Dean look out!" he cried out. Dean snapped to attention. He whirled around just as Bryan reached the bottom. "Don't even think about it!" he said and leveled the gun. Bryan froze. If looks could kill, Harper and his men would fall over dead at the one Bryan was currently giving them.

"Welcome Bryan," Dean quipped and gestured with the gun that he should go sit down by his partner. Bryan did as he was told. Dean turned to Sam.

"I know. You want me to tie him up." Dean nodded and Sam took the last of the rope and went to tie Bryan's hands behind his back. He looked at his foot. "What happened?" Bryan looked at Dean and didn't answer. When Sam had finished tying him up Dean grabbed him. "What were you thinking?"

"What?" asked Sam suddenly very nervous?

"You knew he was behind me. What were you going to do? Let him knock me out?" Sam shook his head. "Of course not," said Sam.

"I bet," replied Dean.

"Dean," said Sam.

"Now for you. Go open that cell door and let them out." Sam shook his head again. "I can't do that."

"Take him. NOW!" yelled Nemesis. It shot through Dean's head like a bullet and pierced his brain. He screamed in agony and grabbed his chest.

"Take him!"

Dean looked at Sam. Tears sprang to his eyes. "I'm sorry Sammy," he said and turned the gun on his brother. Sam stared at it and then at Dean.

"Wait a minute," said Sam backing up.

"It hurts Sam. Oh God it hurts." Dean looked at his little brother resigned at what he was about to do.

"I know. I know it hurts but we can help you," said Sam. Dean shook his head. "I have to obey."

"NO YOU DON"T!" yelled Sam and backed up some more. "You have to fight this thing." Dean approached. "Dean come on! PLEASE!" Sam backed up until he was backed into the wall. Dean came right up to him.

"What…What are you going to do?" Sam asked in fear.

"Protect you Sammy." Dean answered. "I'm going to protect you."