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Chapter 67

"Jack," said Brad telepathically. He checked to see if Harper was paying attention. Right now he wasn't. Jack looked up at his brother. He was still hanging upside down and he was sick.

"You've got to use your powers," said Brad in his head. "You've got to get us out of here." Jack shook his head. "No," he said also telepathically. "They'll kill you if I do."

"Jack we have to help the others. I could astral project but that will take to long and you're not close enough to pull me back right now. It will be a disaster. It has to be you."

"No Brad. He'll kill you."

Harper didn't have powers but he felt something and turned to see the two men staring at each other. He rushed over to Brad. "You been talking to him in his head?" Jack looked up at the man and shook his head.

"Yes you have. What have you two been talking about?"

"Nothing," said Jack. Harper grabbed the chain that was around Brad's neck and tightened it until he was having trouble breathing.

"Stop!" said Jack.

"Then tell me the damn truth!" yelled Harper and tightened it some more.

"Alright! Just loosen it!" Harper didn't loosen it. He tightened it instead. Brad began to gasp.

"Stop!" yelled Jack again. "Okay! Yes we were talking to each other." Harper cocked his head. He loosened the chain a little, but only a little. "About what?" He asked. Jack looked at Brad.

"Don't tell him," said Brad in Jack's head. "Show him." Jack shook his head slightly.

"You've got one minute to answer me Jack or Brad here is going to be in all kinds of pain, now what the hell were you two talking about? Were you discussing using your powers against me? I told you what would happen if you do. Do you think I'm playing?"

"We were just talking. That's all. We do that sometimes to practice."

"Well don't do it any more," said Harper and loosened the chain around Brad's neck some more. He walked over to the table. Jack gasped when he turned around.

"NO Don't!" he yelled. Harper had a welder in his hand! He turned toward the guards. "Stabilize his head!" The two guards walked over to Brad and even though he fought, they wrestled his head back against the concrete and strapped it in place so he couldn't move it.

"What the hell are you going to do to him!" said Jack fearfully and wished he hadn't asked. Harper grinned and walked over to Brad. "NO you son of a bitch!" yelled Jack when he got closer to his brother with the welder. "Stop it!" Brad began to sweat. The welder was placed close to his eyes and held there. He screamed as his eyes began to burn.

"JACK HELP ME!" yelled Brad in his head.

"YOU BASTARD!" screamed Jack and threw his mind at Harper before he knew what he was doing. Harper screamed as he was thrown back into the wall. Jack looked at his feet and the cuffs fell off. He fell to the floor head first. He concentrated until the cuffs on his hands also fell off and before Harper could react he jumped to his feet and concentrated on the welder. It levitated in thin air then slowly floated over and backed Harper into the wall.

"Jack," said one of the guards. "Let him go." Jack wasn't listening.

"Jack!" yelled the second guard. That got Jack's attention. He looked at the guards. One was on each side of Brad. One had a gun at his head, the other had tightened the chain causing him to gasp for breath once again.

"I told you to let him go," said the first guard "Or you're not going to have a brother any more." Jack looked at the guards and then at Harper. If he let him go they'd kill Brad because he used his powers. If he didn't, they kill him any way. Harper grinned.

"Let him go now!" said the guard. Brad helped Jack make his decision. He lifted his legs and kicked the guard that had the chain around his throat. The guard fell, loosening the chain. Brad could breathe again. The first guard came up in front of him and placed the gun right between his eyes. He cocked the hammer. Brad froze. He didn't move a muscle.

Jack looked at Harper and then back at the guard that had the gun on his brother.

"What do you think will be faster Jack? This welder or that bullet aimed at your brother's head. Who do you think will die first?" Jack licked his lips nervously. He didn't know what to do. He had no doubt they'd kill Brad but they'd kill him anyway.

"Let him go," said Jack.

"You let Harper go," said the first guard and pressed the barrel right into his forehead. Brad closed his eyes waiting for them to pull the trigger. Jack shook his head and made his decision. He stopped. The welder fell to the ground. Harper looked at Jack and was very angry. The guard removed the pistol and released the hammer. Brad opened his eyes.

Harper walked over to Jack. He hit him hard in the stomach with his fist. Jack grunted and bent over. Harper elbowed him in the back of the neck, between the shoulder blades, driving him to his knees and then gave him and uppercut to the face, knocking him on his back.

"Get up," said Harper calmly. Jack did as he was told and began to get to his feet but when he did, Harper kicked him in the face sending him right back down again.

"Jack!" yelled Brad.

"Get him up!" said Harper, this time not so calmly. The two guards walked over and pulled him roughly to his feet. They shoved him down into a chair and cuffed his hands behind him. Jack was bleeding from both his nose and his mouth. Harper got in his face. "Want to use your powers again? Is that what you two were really talking about? He was convincing you to try to get away?" Jack didn't answer.

Harper pulled his pistol, pointed it at Brad's right leg and pulled the trigger.

"NO!" yelled Jack as his brother was shot. Brad screamed in agony as the bullet pierced skin and bone, shattering his leg. Jack was about to concentrate again but Harper whirled and pointed the pistol at him. "Give me a reason. Please." Jack stopped.

Bryan walked over and sat down by his partner. "What's going on Tony? What are you not telling me?" Tony stood up, and then held on to the bars until the dizziness passed and walked over toward the cell door. Bryan stayed where he was. "Why are you so angry?" Tony looked over at Sam sitting in the chair. He was only barely conscious himself.

"All of this," revealed Tony but Bryan shook his head. "No. That's only part of it. You've never liked Langston. Even before all this. Now you're keeping something from me and I want to know what it is."

"Bryan I love you like a brother man. I'd die for you but please don't ask questions." Bryan raised his eyebrows. Tony looked at him. "What?" he asked."

"Don't tell me that," he said.

"What?" Tony repeated.

"Don't tell me not to ask questions because now you've got me curious. You two do have a history don't you? What happened? Why do you hate him so much?"

"Because of all this," said Tony.

"No. Uh uh. No way. You hated him before we even knew about his involvement in all this, now tell me what the hell is going on Tony."

"Bryan," said Tony but that was as far as he got. Nemesis came back inside with Langston. Dean looked up at the immortal and squeezed his eyes against the panic. Sam looked at him to.

"I should have known. I should have known that you'd somehow get free of the memory John." He turned to Dean. "I see where your strength comes from."

"We heard a shot earlier," said John ignoring the immortal. "What happened?"

"Oh nothing. Jack just tried to get away so Harper took care of Brad."

"What!" yelled Bryan and jumped up. "Is he okay?" Nemesis ignored him. He looked at Dean and then at Sam. Dean shook his head and winced as the pain began again.

"No please," said Dean and placed a hand on his chest.

"The mighty Dean Winchester begging? I don't believe it." He nodded toward Langston and he opened the door.

"Get out here."

"Please," said Dean.

"NO!" said John. "You're a bastard Nemesis. You know that! Leave my kids alone!"

"Langston!" yelled Tony.

"No Tony," said Bryan and pulled his partner back because he had jumped up ready to fight once again. "He'll kill you!" Nemesis looked at Tony and Bryan and then back at Dean. The pain stopped. It shocked Dean. "Lock it back," said the immortal and Langston did as he was told. Nemesis walked over to Tony and Bryan's cell. "Open it," he said. Langston grinned and opened the cell.

"Come out here Tony." Tony began to walk defiantly out but Bryan pulled him back. "Forget it!" he said.

"Let's put it this way. It will either be Tony this time or Sam. The choice is yours Bryan."

Bryan looked at Langston like he was crazy. "What have you got against my partner?" he asked. He didn't get an answer, however, Langston and Tony just continued to stare at each other both hating each other just as much.

"Well this may be very interesting," said Nemesis as Tony walked out of the cell. He knew if he didn't, they'd hurt Sam and Dean so he came out on his own and Bryan didn't try to stop him but inside he was afraid of what was about to happen. Nemesis himself locked Bryan back inside and just waited.