Chapter 63
John rushed over to his son's side and knelt down beside him. Dean was lying there, barely moving. His nose had stopped bleeding but he was shaking because of the pain and what he had done to Sam.
He could feel Sam's eyes on the back of his neck. He knew he was staring at him, still not believing that his big brother had hit him. He didn't speak. He didn't move. He just sat there, cuffed to that chair.
"Dean," John said. "Son are you okay?"
"Oh he's fine John," offered Nemesis. "Aren't you Dean?"
"Shut up," said Dean. Nemesis laughed. "Next time we'll try something else." Dean shut his eyes. He wasn't a praying man, not really, but right now he did just that. As he lay there he prayed that he would have the strength to take the pain and not hurt his baby brother again.
It killed him to see the look of complete and utter betrayal on Sam's face after he'd hit him, even though Sam knew it wasn't his fault and had even told him to do as the immortal said. He knew that deep down Sam had not honestly thought that Dean would do that and even though Sam had told him to, he knew that it hurt him all the same.
Nemesis turned to look at his prisoners in the other two cages. Tony and Bryan were staring at him. He knew that they were trying to figure out a way to get their friends out of there.
His eyes fell on Jack and Brad. Absently his hand went to his face where Jack had marked him and suddenly he knew who was going to suffer next.
Jack knew also. He shook his head, but he could sense the hate that the immortal had for him and for his brother. Brad could sense it too. Harper grinned. Both knew who would be the next ones harmed.
"Shall we go get Dean," asked one of the guards? Nemesis turned and looked at his subjects as he thought for a minute or two. Finally he made a decision. "No," he said. "Jack and Brad belong to me. They are mine." He glanced at Harper. "So you have a bone to pick with the young doctors do you?" he said.
"Oh yeah," replied Harper. "I do. A very large bone at that."
"Very well. It's there turn. Cause them pain." Harper glared at Brad and then at Jack. Both Doctors looked nervously at each other.
"Oh yes sir," replied Harper and then told the guards "Bring them." Both guards jumped to attention and rushed to do Harper's bidding. They drew their guns and opened the cell door.
"Let's go," the first one said. He was a large man. Not fat, muscular. He was about 6ft 4inches and built like a Mack truck. The second was smaller, 6 ft even, but also built. They both gestured with their guns.
"Don't make us tell you again," said the second man when the two doctors made no attempt to leave the cell. He pointed his gun at Jack. "You first." Jack looked at this brother then walked out of the cell. The guard didn't ask. He simply grabbed his arm and spun him around. Jack caught on to the bars of the cell to keep from falling. The guard took one of his hands and pulled it behind him and cuffed it, and then pulled the other behind him and did the same.
Harper walked up to Jack, grabbed him by the hair of the head and forced it back. Jack winced. Harper got in his face and warned, "What I said to you at your house still goes. You use your powers and Brad dies!" He let him go. The second guard handed Jack over to the first then pointed his pistol toward Brad. He gestured that he should come out. "Slowly," he said.
Brad did as he was told and slowly made his way out of the cell.
"Where are you taking them?" asked Tony.
"None of your business," replied Harper. "Don't worry. I'll bring them back when I'm finished. This has become all of your homes, for the foreseeable future anyway." He turned his attention back toward Brad. The guard was just finishing cuffing his hands behind him.
"What no words of wisdom for me," asked Brad sarcastically. Harper grinned and walked over to him. He did the same to him as he did to Jack and got in his face. "I bet you feel the same way about your brother as Dean does his. Am I correct?" Brad didn't answer.
Harper sneered. "We're about to find out anyway." He let him go. The two guards shoved both doctors roughly toward the door.
"Enjoy yourself," replied Nemesis.
"Oh don't worry," replied Harper. "I intend to."
"Don't go away gentlemen. I'll be back and we'll continue this little party," said Nemesis and left, leaving Langston alone with the prisoners.
Bryan got up off the cot and walked over to stand beside his partner. He placed a hand on Tony's shoulder. The detective was shaking but not from fear. Yes he was afraid, but he was angry and was having a hard time controlling his temper.
"Problem?" asked Langston as he stared at Tony. He could see the distaste on his face. He always had the same look when he came to be around Langston. Whether it was at work or out in public, Tony did not like Langston at all and did not try to hide it.
Bryan didn't either. He always took shortcuts and bent rules when they were working, but Bryan would have never guessed that even though Langston was a dirty cop and he knew that. He would have never guessed that he would be mixed up with the likes of Nemesis.
"Why?" he asked.
"Why what?" answered Langston as he walked closer to the bars that held Tony and Bryan captive.
"How did you get mixed up with him?"
"Who Nemesis?" Bryan nodded. Tony just continued to stare at the detective wanting so bad to rip his heart out.
"He's my god." Langston answered. "He's the one I serve. He's been good to me."
"He's no God," replied Tony disgusted at the thought. "He's a killer. He has no respect for anybody's life but his own."
"Well yeah. He's immortal," said Langston clearly shocked that Tony would question him. That he would speak out against the one that he served.
"He rules people with fear and by force, by brainwashing and control and by torture. Why the hell would you want to be a part of that?" Bryan asked.
"It's the way it should be," replied Langston.
"Excuse me," asked Tony.
"Not that I owe you any kind of explanation, but he's a dictator. That's the way it should be."
"You're crazy," replied Bryan. "He made Dean hurt his brother and for what! Just to prove that he can!"
"Nemesis is after Sam's essence, his soul. He wants Dean's spirit. He wants to break them both. He will get what he wants. He always does."
"No he won't. Not if we have anything to say about it." Bryan glared at the man.
"Well you don't have anything to say about it," replied Langston.
John got to his feet and walked over to grab the bars. "My sons will not be destroyed. I will not let that happen. We'll destroy your so called god. He may be immortal but he can be killed."
"Well now John," said Langston. He walked over to John's cell, but picked up a steel rod along the way. When he got within a few feet of the cage, he struck out and hit John's hands, forcing him to let go of the bars. "We'll just have to see about that now want we?"
He looked past John to Dean who was still on the floor. "How did it feel Dean? How did it feel to hurt your baby brother? The one you swore you'd always protect?" Dean didn't answer.
"You'll do it again," Langston said. "Next time Nemesis will make you do something a whole lot worse." Dean struggled to get to his feet. He turned and faced the cop and said. "You son of a bitch." Langston laughed and walked over to where Sam still sat cuffed.
"Get your ass away from him," said Dean in a low voice. Langston looked at Dean and then down at Sam.
"How did it feel Sammy? How did it feel when your big brother hit you? He didn't have a choice you know." Langston grabbed a handful of Sam's hair and forced him to look up at him. "Next time Nemesis will make him do more."
"Get the hell away from my son you bastard!" yelled John and shook the bars in anger.
"Now John don't you worry. Dean's the one that's going to do damage to your son, not me. I mean I get to have fun too, but not with Sammy here. He's forbidden fruit to me."
"Shut up!" yelled Dean. Langston laughed again and let Sam's hair go. Sam and Dean looked at each other, both wondered what was going to happen next and Sam wondered would Dean be the one to hurt him again.