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Chapter 61

"I won't do it," Dean said defiantly. He struggled to free himself but the two men held him tight.

"Sure you will," replied Nemesis. "If you don't, then you will die a very slow and painful death."

"I will not hurt my brother! You can forget it!" said Dean. Nemesis walked up to him and grabbed his face in his hand. Dean winced as the pain began once again but Nemesis didn't allow it to get to bad this time. "Not only will you hurt your brother but you will hurt your friends and your daddy one by one." He released him after patting his cheeks hard. He turned and told his men, "Load them up!"

Two men grabbed Tony and Bryan and jerked them to their feet. Two more got Sam and John. Harper shoved Jack toward the door and Langston shoved Brad.

Jack, being the only one loose, whirled around and lifted his hands to the sky. He clasped them together. Nemesis quickly stepped right in front of him. "Want to play Jack? Want to try your magic on me again? Go ahead then."

Jack looked at the immortal and the laceration on his face that he had caused when Nemesis came to him in the form of a wolf. It was still red and raw looking. Nemesis looked past him to Brad. "What about you son? Do you want to astral project" Brad glared back. Neither he nor Jack said a word.

"On your knees," the immortal said to Brad. Langston let him go. Brad shook his head, but Nemesis reached out a hand and said, "Get on your knees!" Brad felt himself being pushed down by and unseen force. He fought but soon he was all the way down. Nemesis turned back to Jack.

"You're move," he said. Langston placed his gun at the base of Brad's skull. Jack looked fearfully at the cop and then back to Nemesis. Slowly he lowered his hands until they came to rest by his side. The others looked on nervously.

"That's what I thought," said Nemesis. Harper grabbed Jack once again and cuffed his hands behind his back. Langston pulled Brad back to his feet.

All were placed in a van and carried back to where Nemesis lived. When they arrived, they were all shoved inside and down into a basement. There were three cells present. Sam and Dean were placed in one with John. Jack and Brad in another and Tony and Bryan in the third. There ropes were cut loose. Jack's cuffs was removed, and all were left alone for the time being.

"Is everyone okay," asked John.

"Yeah," came the reply from the other two cells.

"Sammy?"

"I'm fine dad." John nodded. "What about you Dean? Are you okay?"

"For now I guess," said Dean and walked over to sit down on the bunk. John looked at his oldest son. He saw the strain on his face and the fear in his eyes. He walked over also and sat down beside him. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"I don't know," came Dean's reply. Sam walked over and sat on the other side of his big brother. "We'll figure this out Dean," he said.

"He's going to use me to hurt all of you. With that damn thing in my chest I don't know what I'm liable to do." He looked at Sam. "Sammy if I hurt you. If I cause you harm. I mean, you and dad are the most important things in my life. I'm just afraid of what I might do."

"We'll figure it out," Sam said again. "Isn't that what you're always telling me?" Dean nodded but he just didn't know. He did know that Sam was scared. He knew that John and the others were too. If he was honest with himself, he'd admit that he was just as scared as they were. Maybe even more so. He was scared to death of what that thing might make him do. He wasn't sure he'd be able to resist. The pain could be excruciating. All he did know was that he'd kill himself before he hurt his little brother again.

"We've got to get out of here Jack," Brad said. "We've got to help Dean before that animal comes down here and makes him do things he'll regret."

"Sam won't be able to handle it if Dean hurts him," replied Jack. "He's still so close to the edge it's not funny. If Dean does something to him, I just don't know how he'll take it."

"I know," said Brad. "We need to get that behavior thing out of his chest." Jack didn't answer. He knew what needed to be done, but he didn't know how he would do it. He could use his powers to get out of the cell, but Harper already promised him that if he did, Brad would die. He just found his brother. He wasn't about to loose him now. They knew everything the two men could do. There were no more surprises to pull out of a hat. Jack hated to admit it, but it looked hopeless.

"Bryan will you please sit down," said Tony. Bryan was pacing back and forth. He still had the limp from where Dean had burned his foot. The blister was gone, but it was still sore. He had not been able to put shoes on yet.

"We've got to get Dean out of here," said Bryan. "We've got to get them all out of here. I mean how did we get here again? Huh? We were helping Jack fix his house when Dean was kidnapped the first time. We thought it was just a regular kidnapping."

Bryan continued to pace and to rant and rave. Usually it was Tony who had the short fuse, but apparently some of his anger had rubbed off on his partner. Bryan turned on Tony when he didn't answer him.

"Why couldn't it have been just a regular kidnapping?" he asked.

"I don't know Bryan. I don't have the answer to that question. Now will you please sit down?"

"I don't want to sit down. I want to get out of here. I want to get everyone out of here, arrest the bad guys, and go on with my life."

"Get use to it Bryan," replied Tony. "When we chose to look after Sam and Dean Winchester, this became our life." Bryan looked at his partner and then finally came over to sit down beside him. "I know," he said and sighed. "I'm sorry."

Tony shook his head. "Don't be," he said. "I understand, believe me, but if we were to start over and never know anything, you'd still help those two kids and you know it. You'd do it all again."

Bryan sighed. "Yeah," he said reluctantly, "I would. I wouldn't change a thing. They're too young to have so much on them."

"I know," answered Tony.

Upstairs in the living room, Nemesis was having his own meeting. His two in command, Harper and Langston, were standing beside him. The four guards were sitting down.

"I'm going to like this way much better," said the immortal. "Dean is very strong. I've went about this whole thing wrong. I wanted to brainwash him, but this way he'll be forced to obey rather he wants to or not. Making him, forcing him to hurt his brother and his friends will serve two purposes. It will get Sam to the point where it will be easy to take his essence and it will destroy Dean that he is the one that caused it." Nemesis grinned at the prospect.

"True," said Harper," and I want to be there personally when it's Jack's turn. I've got a personal bone to pick with the doctor."

"Oh yes," agreed Nemesis as he absently rubbed the laceration on the side of his face. So do I my son, so do I."

Langston walked over to the bar and fixed himself a drink then sipped it as he walked back over to stand with his master. He wanted them all, especially Tony and Bryan. Being a cop he always had to worry about the two detectives checking after him. They never trusted him and caused trouble for him in the precinct every chance they got.

Langston got the job done; he just didn't always do things the way they needed to be done.

Tony and Bryan also got the job done and the integrity of the two cops turned his stomach. Tony didn't always play by the rules either, but he dared to come against Langston when Langston did some of things he did and Bryan, well he just made Langston angry.

"Langston," said Nemesis breaking him out of his reverie. He looked at Nemesis and grinned. "You know boss,' he said. "I think this is going to be fun." Nemesis returned the smile and said. "Yes, I believe it will."

"So when do we begin," said Langston. The four guards also could hardly wait to get started. They had their own bones to pick with the prisoners.

"Soon, my children. We will begin soon." They could hardly wait. They wanted to see some action. They wanted to watch the older brother as he was forced to hurt the younger. They wanted to watch as he was forced to hurt his father and his friends. They wanted to see him as the deeds he would be forced to do, slowly destroyed him because he didn't have a choice.

"Patience my friends, patience," replied the immortal. "Let them all stew for a few hours. The more time they have to worry, the more nervous they'll become and the easier it will be for us.

"We'll begin soon," he said and went to fix himself and the others another drink.