Chapter 66

Dean got up to his feet slowly and backed up until his back was all the way against the bars of the cell. He put his hands up in front of him and stared at his father. "Dad wait a minute," he said softly. John looked at this man. Visions of murder came to his mind, visions of Dean being gutted. His eyes flashed fire at the memory. This man before him was standing over his son holding the weapon.

"I'm not dead dad. It's me. Dean."

"Don't. Don't even try to pawn yourself off as my son. You killed him and his brother. Where did you put the bodies?"

"What," asked Dean and shook his head in disbelief. "Dad you can't do this. You have to know it's me. Come on. You're stronger than that." John slowly made his way over toward his son. Dean would have backed up some more but there was nowhere for him to go. "Dad come on. Please. I don't scare easy but you're scaring me." John grabbed Dean by the front of his shirt and slammed him back against the bars. Dean winced in pain at the impact. Bryan walked over to the bars of his cell. Tony was still lying on the bunk, only half conscious.

"John," he said nervously. John looked over toward Bryan and then back to Dean. "Listen John, fight the memory. It's not real. Sam and Dean are not dead. You're about to hurt Dean though. Nemesis has given you a false memory. He is manipulating your thoughts. Your worst nightmare is that your sons will be killed. He's using that to control you. You have to fight through it. Sam and Dean are here with us. Think John."

John continued to look at the young man before him. He shook his head. He closed his eyes and then opened them again but all he saw was the person that killed his sons. John sneered. He still had a hold of the front of Dean's shirt. He used it now to pull him away from the bars and throw him across the cell. He hit hard and slid into the bars on the other side. "Dad please," said Dean but John rushed over and jerked him to his feet and then slammed him into the bars on that side of the cell also. "I'm going to kill you." He said dangerously. "You know that don't you?"

He slammed Dean down onto the ground and then was about to go over to jerk him up again when he heard a familiar voice.

"DAD," yelled Sam from across the room. He was still cuffed to the chair. His arm was still bleeding but he wasn't concerned about that right now. All he knew was that right now he was about to watch his dad kill his big brother. He had to stop him. That was all he was worried about right now, all he could worry about. It was Dean. He was worried about Dean.

"Dad it's Sam."

"Sam," asked John almost not believing what he was hearing.

"Yeah dad it's me. I'm not dead. I'm right here, right over here. Just look okay?" John looked down at Dean who was still on the floor. He didn't say a word. He stared up at his dad. "Don't move," said John. "If you do, you'll die sooner, rather then later."

"I won't dad," replied Dean. "I'll stay right here." John looked at the man before him and nodded and then walked over toward the other side of the bars and saw his youngest. Relief flooded him. "Sammy!"

"Yeah dad it's me. I'm here and I'm okay. Dean is here. He is in there with you. You're about to hurt him. We're not dead dad. The person you see in the cell with you is not our murderer. It's Dean. Nemesis will lose if you'll just fight through the control." John shook his head and turned back toward Dean. He walked over. He pulled Dean to his feet and pushed him back against the bars again but not hard. Dean braced.

"It's me dad." He said. John took a good long look. The memories were still there but they were fading because the control of the manipulator was fading. He shook his head.

"Dean," said John as the false memory left and he saw his son. Dean relaxed and blew out a breath. "Yeah dad it's me. I'm not dead."

"Oh God son, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Are you okay now?"

"Yeah I think so," replied John.

"Good because I don't feel like getting my ass kicked by my dad."

John grinned but then stopped when Dean walked over to sit down on the bunk again. John saw the strain on his son's face and the pain because of the fact that he'd hurt Sam once again.

Dean looked at his brother. He could also see the look of pain on Sam's face and the hurt. He looked down. "That arm's bleeding pretty bad Sammy," he said.

"I'll be okay," replied Sam but he could feel himself getting weak from the loss of blood. There was a pool of it around the legs of the chair. Langston sneered and walked over to where Sam sat cuffed. He had a strip of cloth and tied it tightly around the arm. Immediately the blood flow slowed to a trickle. Sam looked up into his eyes and saw the hate.

"Well I can't have you bleeding to death on me now can I?" he replied. "Then Dean won't be able to have any more fun." Sam shook his head and for some reason this made the cop mad and he backhanded him busting his lip.

"HEY!" yelled Dean jumping to his feet.

"Shut up Dean," replied Langston and walked out. Dean looked at his brother. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered but that was all he said. "Sammy talk to me," said Dean but he wouldn't. He just sat there. Dean decided to not to press it. He looked toward the cell that held Bryan and Tony. "How is he," he asked Bryan.

"He's still only half there. I think he may have a concussion. His arm needs stitches and so does his head."

"I don't need stitches," said Tony and started to sit up. Bryan rushed over to help. "Don't tell me what you need," he said. "You should have listened to me in the first place. If you had, you wouldn't be in this shape right now. I told you he wouldn't fight fair." Bryan was adamant and almost angry.

"Well don't yell at me," said Tony. "My head is killing me." Bryan softened his voice. "You okay?" Tony nodded just as Langston walked back in. "Hey Tony," he said. "Want to go another round?" Tony glared and started to get up. Bryan pushed him right back down.

"What the hell did I just get through saying?" he asked. "Do you think I just wanted to hear myself talk?" Tony glared up at his partner.

Langston smirked and walked over to Sam, followed by a couple of big guards. Sam became very nervous. John jumped up and he and Dean both ran over to the bars. "What are you doing?"

Langston took the cloth off of Sam's arm and then looked at the cell holding John and Dean. "I'm going to stitch him up."

"What? No." said Dean knowing that if he did it would be in the most painful way possible. Langston laughed and went over to a cabinet on the far wall. He removed a bottle of Normal Saline and Alcohol, Catgut and a large needle. The guards positioned themselves behind his chair. Sam began taking some deep breaths.

"Stay away from him," yelled John. Langston just grinned and walked back over to where Sam sat. He brought the items with him.

"Don't touch my brother man!" yelled Dean.

"Dean you hurt your brother one minute and then want to protect him the next. What's up with that? You're confusing him."

"Get the hell away from my son!"

John, Dean, Bryan and Tony watched as Langston first opened the bottle of Normal Saline and poured it into the laceration on Sam's arm. He gritted his teeth against the pain. He began to breathe heavier.

"NO!" yelled Dean when Langston opened the bottle of Alcohol and sadistically and without feeling or remorse, emptied the whole bottle into the laceration. Sam arched his back and sucked air through his teeth. Tears sprang to his eyes as he waited for the burning to stop.

"SAM!" yelled Bryan as Langston pulled out the needle and threaded the catgut. The guards helped hold his arm down and without any anesthesia at all, Langston began to sew his arm up. Sam screamed when he couldn't take it anymore. It hurt like hell. Tears fell down his face. He looked at Dean and Dean looked back at him. He was shaking from the pain. Dean shook his head.

"Now then Sam you're good as new and ready for the next show." Langston looked at Tony. He glared back and began to tremble once again but not from fear. Bryan saw it.

"Tony forget it!" he said. Langston walked over. He looked at the detective. "Bryan's right. You need stitches to, in two places. Tony didn't say a word. Langston sneered. "I'll have to see what I can do about that. I'll be right back." Him and the two guards walked out. Bryan turned to face Tony.

"What is wrong with you?" asked Bryan. Tony looked at his partner.

"Tony you have a temper that's true but you're usually the cool one in a crisis. You usually have to calm me down, now what's going on?" Tony didn't answer.

"You two got a history I should know about?"

"I don't like him," said Tony.

"Well I got that partner but this is something more. You don't like a lot of people but you can barely contain your rage when you look at him, now tell me what is going on?"

"Nothing," said Tony.

"You're lying to me," said Bryan. "Now spill it." Tony looked at his partner but didn't answer.