Chapter 60

"Dean I want you to listen to me and I want you to listen to me good." Dean glanced back at his dad, barely giving him the time of day. John looked at his son. He knew that he was in pain and that most of his actions were because of that fact.

"You are being controlled. The one who is controlling you is Nemesis. He can manipulate your thoughts son. That's what he does. His name even means manipulator."

"No," said Dean.

"Listen to me," John said almost screaming the words at him. "He can take your dreams and make them real to you. He can give you nightmares and make them memories, but the memories are false. They are not real. We've been through this before. You came out of it but they took you again and brainwashed you, then they upped the ante by placing that device in your chest to make you mind just in case the brainwashing does not work."

"It hurts," said Dean.

"I know it does," said Bryan. "That should tell you something right there. Why do you think that is? Why would that happen only when you try to remember the truth or resist the manipulator?"

"I don't know," Dean answered honestly.

"Do not talk to him," warned Nemesis. "He will only confuse you. Take your brother and bring him to me. I will protect him."

Jack heard Nemesis speak the words in Dean's head. So did Brad. "He's lying to you," said Jack. "He does not want to help you or protect Sam."

Dean looked at Sam. He shook his head. "NO," he said. "I don't think you want to protect my brother." Sam cocked his head to one side. He felt evil radiating all around the room. Suddenly he knew what Nemesis wanted him to do.

"Oh my God," said Sam. Dean looked at him. His brother returned the gaze. "You think Nemesis will protect me? Dean come on! Are you crazy! This is what he wants you to do? This is why he let me go? He wants you to deliver me to him?" Sam couldn't believe it. He stared at his brother astonished.

Dean looked at Sam. "Take him," said Nemesis in his head. He shook his head. "NOW!" yelled the immortal. It started again. The pain began and reached a boiling point. Dean screamed in agony as it just got worse.

"OBEY ME!" yelled Nemesis in his head.

He looked at his brother. "I don't have a choice Sammy."

"You always have a choice!" stated John angrily. "Nemesis wants your brother and you can bet it's not to protect him! Think Dean!"

"No," yelled Dean. Sam just stared at him. He could not believe that his big brother was about to hand him over to the enemy.

"If you do that," said Jack. "You will never forgive yourself."

"Dean, Sam is already on the verge of a nervous breakdown. That will push him on over the edge. You're his big brother man, his protector, his life," replied Tony.

"Don't listen to them," said Harper. "You know what you saw. You saw them hurt him. They will do it again. Let us out and we will help you."

"NO they won't," said Brad desperately trying to reach him. "They're lying. They're the enemies not us. We have not hurt Sam and you know it. We can take that thing out of your chest but you have to let us. You have to trust us."

Dean grabbed his chest. "Oh God!" he cried out. "Not again!"

"Obey me now or I will blow your damn heart into a million little pieces!" Nemesis promised. Sweat poured down Dean's face. His heart began beating rapidly and once again he could feel it beat outside of his chest. He grabbed his head and swayed on his feet, and then he looked at Sam.

"No Dean," he said. His brother's eyes were wild again and he didn't look like himself at all. His whole countenance had changed right before Sam's eyes and he hardly recognized him.

"I have to obey," said Dean breathlessly.

"No you don't. You could let us help you!"

"I don't need any help Sammy," he said and turned the gun on him. Sam eyed it and his brother.

"Please!" Sam pleaded.

"We're leaving," said Dean.

"Dean no," said John nervously. He was afraid that if they left the clinic he'd never see his two son's again. "You're making a mistake. Nemesis will torture him. He's already tortured you repeatedly. Listen to me son!"

"I'm through listening," said Dean. "Turn around Sam."

"DEAN!"

"Turn around!" He took Sam's arm and spun him around until his face smacked into the wall. Sam placed both hands on the wall on either side.

"If you do that you'll never forgive yourself," said Bryan.

"Shut up!" yelled Dean and then to Sam he said, "Stay there!" Sam stayed where he was. He was about to loose it and he was trying very hard to hold it together. He knew he wouldn't do Dean any good if he went crazy. He was afraid to move so he stayed. Dean walked over to the cell.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked the young hunter but he wouldn't answer. It became clear enough, however, when he placed the key into the lock. Harper looked at his men and grinned. "Way to go Nemesis," he said.

Jack thought quickly and decided he needed to take the chance. He threw his mind at Dean and shoved him backwards. This infuriated the young man. He screamed out in anger.

"Stop Jack!" he yelled. Jack did as he was told. Dean ran over to Brad and placed the gun at this head. He winced and shrank back as he cocked it. He took a deep breath and held it.

"Wait!" yelled Jack. Dean glared at the doctor. "Just wait okay?" Dean released the hammer and lowered the gun. Brad began to breathe easier.

"I'm sorry," said Jack softly. "But you can't let them out." Dean stormed over to Jack and around behind him. He took the knife out of his waistband and cut the ropes that bound his hands. He came back around front and jerked him to his feet.

"I'm not going to let them out. You are," said Dean.

"No I'm not," said Jack. Dean shoved him over to the cell. "Open it!" Jack looked at Harper. He was licking his lips in anticipation of what he would do to Jack once he got free. He had a personal vendetta against the doctor now and Jack knew it.

"Dean," said Sam.

"Don't move Sam," yelled Dean. "Open the door Jack!"

"You're making a mistake," Jack said softly trying hard not to make him any angrier than he already was. Dean hit him in the back of the head. Jack winced and went down, almost blacking out but Dean jerked him back up to his feet and shoved his face into the bars. "OPEN THE DOOR!" Jack closed his eyes.

"I can't do that Dean." He grabbed the back of Jack's collar and pulled him backwards then shoved him forward into the bars once again. "You better!" said Dean.

"Dean listen to me," said Jack.

"Open the door Jack. I'm not going to tell you again." Jack closed his eyes once again. "I'm not going to do that. I can't do that. You're going to have to kill me." Dean held Jack there for a minute, then stepped back and lowered the gun. Jack turned around slowly. Dean shook his head. "You're not our enemies."

"No, we're not," replied Jack relieved. Dean turned and looked at everyone. "Oh God," he said and proceeded to go untie his friends and his father. Sam let out a breath and relaxed a little. He moved over to the couch. He was going to help untie everyone but before they could, they all heard a noise. Sam and Dean stopped and came to stand by each other. They watched, shocked, as the cell door unlocked on it's on. Sam and Dean looked at each other and then at the others. "What was going on," they all thought, and knew.

Harper laughed. The first thing he did was grab Jack and spin him around. He placed an arm around his neck and pulled one of his arm's roughly behind his back. "If you use your powers, the first to die will be your brother!" He said. The two men came out behind him. One walked over to John and Brad and one to Tony and Bryan.

"Now where were we," said Harper sadistically and shoved Jack to the center of the room.

Dean looked toward Harper who seemed to be the leader. Harper grinned evilly and suddenly Dean knew that these were the one's that wanted to hurt them all.

Without a word Harper nodded toward the door. All heads turned as Nemesis, Langston and two of his men came inside. Dean's heart jumped in his throat. The immortal's eyes were flashing fire. He stormed over. Dean shook his head. "NO," he said and stepped in front of his brother. "I was never going to give Sam to you, you son of a bitch! That was never going to happen. It didn't take. Not all the way. You may have made me believe that my friends hurt him but I knew that deep down they never could. No way would I have handed him over to you!"

Nemesis grinned and backhanded Dean knocking him down. He tasted blood in his mouth as he hit the ground. Dean knew beyond the shadow of a doubt now what all had transpired. Memories flooded his head and he saw himself strapped down in Nemesis house being tortured and brainwashed. He remembered the operation when they placed the behavior device in his chest and suddenly he was afraid.

"Leave…..," said Dean but Nemesis didn't let him finish. He kicked him in the side. Dean grunted and rolled into a ball at the immortal's feet.

"You're very strong Dean," said Nemesis and stared down at him intently. Dean winced and then all of a sudden screamed as the pain came again. "Dean!" cried Sam and knelt down to help.

"I….didn't…..turn….you…..over….to him…." Dean choked out.

"I know," said Sam. "I knew you wouldn't." He felt his brother's head. He was warm to the touch.

"I'm….sorry….Sammy." Dean gasped. Sam shook his head. "Don't be. You couldn't help it. You didn't know what you were doing." Dean screamed in agony as the pain intensified

"DEAN!" Sam yelled again. Langston and one of the men went over and pulled Sam to his feet and held him between them.

"Pick that one up," ordered the immortal. Two other men went and grabbed Dean, jerking him to his feet.

"Get your damn hands off my kids," warned John, dangerously calm. Nemesis grinned at the human. "Well now John I'm not going to do that. I couldn't make Dean hand over his brother but I'll make him hurt him. So the brainwashing didn't take either time. That's okay. The device in his chest will force him to obey. The more that I think about it, it will be more fun this way, don't you think? Dean knowing what he's doing and hurting his brother anyway. I like that. Yes. I like that idea a lot.