Hey all. I had somebody to review that wanted to know if the story ended soon. So far the story is 97 chapters long. I hope you all stay with me to the end. I promise you will not be dissapointed.

Chapter 65

Jack squeezed his eyes closed. His head was also pounding. The blood was rushing to it. He was dangling from his feet from the ceiling. Every now and then one of the guards would go over and swing him or turn him, making him nauseated. His hands were still cuffed behind his back.

Brad was chained to the wall. Harper was trying to decide what to do and who to do it to first. He had arranged his tools for whoever would be first.

"So tell me Jack," he said as he made his decision. "What do you think?"

"About what?" asked Jack wishing they'd just let him down.

"About your current situation. You're caught between a proverbial rock and a hard place." Harper nodded. One of the guards walked over to Brad and hit him hard. He grunted.

"Don't," said Jack but he did it again. The other guard picked up a piece of chain and placed it around Brad's neck. He tightened it to the point of pain and to the point where Brad felt like he was choking. The guard then picked up a piece of board. "NO!" yelled Jack and watched as they hit his brother with it several times.

"Stop it!"

Harper grinned and motioned for them to stop. The guard handed the board to him. He took it and as Jack and Brad watched, Harper hammered a nail in it until the pointed end was sticking out. He placed it to the side for the time being.

The first guard picked up a pair of scissors. Brad wasn't sure what he was going to do with them and he tried to shrink away but all he did with them was cut his shirt the rest of the way off.

Jack watched as Harper searched his table of goodies. He picked up a cattle prod and turned toward him.

"Jack no!" said Brad anxiously. Jack's eyes got wide. Harper walked over to him and touched him with it. He screamed in agony. His body jerked and contorted in pain. It swung from the ceiling by the shackles that had his feet bound.

Brad watched as Harper touched him again. Jack screamed. They left the prod against him long enough to incapacitate him. He was conscious but could not move.

"Leave him alone."

"What?"

"You heard me," Brad said. "Leave my brother alone."

"Oh can you make me leave him alone? Oh wait. You can't move things with your mind can you? What the hell are you going to do," said Harper. Brad glared at the man that was hurting his brother. Harper grinned at him. He walked over to his table of goodies and picked up the board that now had the nail in it. He turned back, looked at Brad, and then walked back over to Jack.

"Don't," warned Brad. Jack closed his eyes and braced against the pain. He screamed when the board hit him full force in the back, nail and all. "JACK!" Harper laughed and jerked the board out of his shoulder. Blood poured from the hole the nail left. Jack began to breathe heavily. The guards grabbed him and swung him causing him to almost throw up.

Brad pulled and tugged to get loose from the shackles but the second guard rushed over with the cattle prod. "Be still!" he said angrily. Brad continued to pull and then screamed himself and jerked when the guard touched the prod to his chest. "I said be still!" Brad did as he was told and just looked at his brother. Jack was barely conscious.

"Come out of the cell Dean," said Nemesis and continued to stare intently at the young hunter.

"No," said Dean and began to pant as the pain got worse. John stepped up when the cell door was unlocked. He pulled Dean back.

"Leave my son alone," said John in a dangerous voice. Nemesis looked at John who stepped in front of Dean. Nemesis grinned. He looked at Dean. "Hit your dad." Dean shook his head. "What?" said Dean and cried out as the pain increased.

"Hit him and walk out of that cell on your own."

"NO!" He said.

"I don't have all day. Do as you are told!" Dean grabbed a hold of his chest. The pain became excruciating. Sweat popped out on his head and poured down his face. "Do it!" Dean looked at his dad. He looked back at his son.

"Dad," said Dean nervously. Sam looked on from the chair.

"DEAN!" he yelled. Bryan jumped up and ran to the bars. Sam concentrated. "NO SAM!" he yelled but it was too late. Nemesis felt the power. He spun around and glared at the younger sibling.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" yelled Nemesis and raised a hand.

"NO!" yelled Dean as electricity hit Sam in the chest sending him and the chair he was cuffed to falling backwards. Nemesis whirled back to face Dean. "Do as you're told!" Dean screamed and grabbed his chest. He couldn't breathe so he leaned over at the waist and placed his hands on his knees. His nose started to bleed.

"Stop hurting my kids Nemesis!" John said and Nemesis raised his other hand and sent John crashing into the bars of the cell. He looked at Dean. The pain became almost unbearable.

"Get the hell out here!" Dean did as he was told. He walked out of the cell on shaky legs. Nemesis pointed at him. "Stay there," he said and walked into the cell.

"D….a….d," said Dean and went down to his knees. Nemesis walked over to where John lay. He had hit his head and lay dazed against the bars. He looked up at the immortal. "I'll kill you. I'm going to kill you."

"Remember your worst nightmare John? Live it!" John shook his head. Images and visions of Sam and Dean being murdered over and over came to his mind. Also images of Mary and all his friends that have died came rushing back. "That's it John. Live it."

He walked out and locked the cell door behind him. John stayed where he was. He couldn't get away from the memories both false and real.

"Oh God," said Bryan as he watched his friend. "Please." Nemesis paid him no mind. He eased up on the pain in Dean's chest just enough for him to move. "Get up," he said. Dean did what he was told and stood.

"I will….not….hurt…my…brother…again."

"Yeah, yeah. Go pick him up." Dean winced. He walked over to where Sam lay. "Sammy," he said. "You….ok?"

"Pick him up!" yelled Nemesis angrily. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and walked behind Sam's chair. He sat it back upright again. Sam looked at Dean and saw him struggling. "Check his cuffs to make sure they're not loose." Dean started taking short gasps because it hurt too much to breathe normally. "NOW DEAN!"

"Okay," said Dean and checked Sam's handcuffs. They were still secure. "Are they tight?" asked the immortal. Dean nodded his head.

"Good," said Nemesis. "Come over here." Dean shook his head. It was getting harder and harder for him to fight. "Get the hell over here now!" Dean didn't want to but he walked back over to Nemesis. He handed him a knife. Dean looked at it in horror and then he looked up at the immortal. It would be so easy, he thought but Nemesis knew what he was thinking. "Try it Dean." He said. Dean looked at him. He turned the knife around to hold like a weapon. Nemesis grinned.

Dean screamed as the immortal made his heart feel like it was beating outside of his chest. He dropped the knife and doubled over. Nemesis grabbed him by the hair and forced his head back. "It's not as easy as you though is it," he asked and eased up on the pain just a little. "Pick it up." Dean closed his eyes.

"Pick up the knife!" Dean winced and picked it up.

"Cut Sam," he said.

"Wh…a…t?" he asked fearfully. "No!"

"Do as you're told or I'll blow your chest up."

Dean looked at Sam. He did not want to hurt him again. Sam looked awful. He shook his head and walked over to his little brother cuffed to the chair.

"That's it Dean. Just cut him and I'll make it stop. I'll make the pain stop if you mind me. If you don't it will get worse," said Nemesis. He continued to stare down at his little brother. Sam stared up at him. He saw the pain on his face. The strain and the fight in his eyes was heart wrenching.

"Just do it Dean," said Sam. "If he'll stop hurting you then do what he says." Dean closed his eyes and then opened them back up again. Nemesis glared. Dean cried out. The immortal was getting angry because it didn't look like he would do it this time. He would see, he thought. His gaze became red hot. Dean grabbed his chest and screamed in misery. He hit his knees once again because he was getting to weak to stand. His head began to pound and before he could think he lashed out and cut Sam's arm.

Sam winced as the knife sliced deep into his skin. Immediately the pain eased off. Dean went down to all fours and tried to catch his breath and then he rose up. He looked at the laceration he placed on his brother's arm and then up into his brother's eyes.

"Sammy," he said. "Oh God. I'm sorry." Sam just looked at Dean who shook his head. "Please Sam," he said.

"It's okay Dean," said Sam which made him feel worse. Dean, finally able to stand up again jumped to his feet and turned on Nemesis. "I'm going to kill you!" he yelled and charged but this time Langston was waiting and hit him in the stomach with his billy club knocking him right back down to his knees. Langston hit him in the back of the head knocking him on his stomach.

"Throw him back in the cage," said Nemesis. "We're two for two. Next time we'll try father and son. Oh John," he said. John was still sitting trying to focus on what was real and what was false in his head. "The man that killed your two sons is now your cell mate. Just thought you'd like to know."

"What are you talking about?" asked Dean as he was shoved roughly into the cell, the door locked behind him. John got up. He stared at Dean who got to his feet slowly. He didn't like the look in his dad's eyes.

"Dad," he said. "Wait."