Some of you wondered when the guys were going to get a break, well, here you go. This was one of my favorite chapters to write so I hope you all like it as much as I did.

Chapter 69

Jack looked at Harper and then at Brad's leg. Blood was pouring from the wound. He looked up at his brother. Fury filled him up until he almost choked on it and suddenly he no longer cared whether he lived or died. He closed his eyes. His body trembled. The cuffs fell off of his hands and he jumped to his feet.

"What the hell are you doing," asked Harper angrily but he was also nervous. The two guards came up behind Jack and without looking back; he threw his arms out to the side. The guards screamed as they were thrown effortlessly back by the power of Jack's mind.

"Jack I'll kill him!" yelled Harper and pointed the gun at Brad once again. Brad closed his eyes and waited for the final shot but before Harper had a chance and without one single word from Jack, the gun flew from his hands and landed across the room.

"What the…...," questioned Harper and took a step back himself, especially when he saw the look of utter hate on the young doctor's face. That plus the anger and the fact that he was no longer backing down caused Harper to think long and hard. He saw the rage. Jack stepped in front of his brother and continued to stare Harper down, never once blinking, and not taking his eyes off the man.

"Get him!" Harper yelled the order at the two guards and they jumped to their feet and was about to do that very thing, until they saw his face. They thought better of it, however, and stayed where they were, deciding that just this once they would take Harper's wrath over Jack's.

"Cowards!" yelled Harper and faced Jack who still had not said a word. Jack raised his hands, clasped them together and pulled down a sword. Harper stared. He placed the tip of it at his throat. Harper froze and raised his hands.

Jack stepped up toward the man and placed the blade against his neck and then without warning, hit him in the side of the head with the hub of it, knocking him out. He picked up the gun and pointed it at the guards. They eyed it warily. "Get down," said Jack, but they stood where they were.

"Get on your stomachs, now!" he yelled, barely able to contain his temper, and the two men scrambled to do what he said. Jack cuffed both of their hands behind them. He took another set and cuffed Harpers. He gagged all three of them and when he was finished he rushed over to his brother.

"Brad!" He asked very upset. Brad looked at Jack and then up to heaven as if he was praying. "Oh God!" he finally screamed as the pain just got too much.

"Ok Brad okay, just take it easy. I'm going to get you down from there." Jack grabbed him of him around his waist, and concentrated on the cuffs that bound him to the wall. They fell off and Brad fell into his arms. He screamed at the sudden movement.

"Easy man," said Jack. "Just take it easy, okay?" He laid him down on the ground and looked around the room trying to find something he could use to stop the bleeding. "God it hurts!" said Brad.

"I know it does," said Jack and finally decided he needed to just make due. "Just hold on." He ran over to the table clothe that was under all the torture instruments. He looked on top of the table and found a pair of sheers. He cut a long strip and found a piece of wood. He ran back over and tied it in a knot just above the gunshot wound. He placed the wood on top of the knot and tied a knot around the wood and then used the wood as a tourniquet. He twisted it until the blood flow stopped and then tied the wood off. Brad screamed out in pain.

"I'm sorry," said Jack and winced.

"It's okay," said Brad.

"That will have to do until I can get you somewhere to get that bullet out." Brad nodded.

"Come on," said Jack and helped him to his feet.

"Where," asked Brad and winced as Jack helped him up. "To get the others," replied Jack. "We're getting out of here and we're not leaving anyone behind." Brad nodded and with Jack's help they made their way back to where the others where being held.

"Get out here," said Nemesis angrily. Dean shook his head and winced as the pain got worse. He looked at his father lying motionless on the floor of the cell. "Dad," he said.

"Get out here, now Dean or I'll kill your father personally." Dean swallowed hard and walked weakly out of the cell. Nemesis locked John back inside. He grabbed Dean and shoved him over toward Sam.

"No please," said Sam fearfully and looked at his big brother. Dean looked down at him and shook his head. He cried out as the pain began to increase. Nemesis took a torch and handed it to him. "Burn him," he ordered. Dean looked at it, and then at the immortal like he'd lost his mind.

"Are you kidding? No Way! I don't care what the hell you do to me; I will not hurt Sammy any more!" Nemesis grinned and stared intently at the eldest of the two young hunters. He screamed and grabbed his chest and then doubled over in pain.

"Do as you are told!" yelled the immortal. Sam shook his head. "No Dean. Please," he begged.

"Stop it!" yelled Tony. "Leave them alone! I'm the one that killed Langston. Not Sam. Not Dean!"

"Yes and you are the one that's going to watch as Dean breaks his brother, which in turn will ultimately break him," replied Nemesis angrily.

"I won't do that to him!" yelled Dean as sweat popped out on his head. "I will not burn my brother! I will not hurt him again! GOD!" He screamed in agony as it just got worse and worse.

"Oh yes you will," said Nemesis. "Like I said before, I can do this all day. You're the one who is in pain. You're the one who it will just keep on getting worse and worse if he does not obey me. I'll blow your heart up Dean! I'll blow it up into a million little pieces if you don't do as you are told. DO AS YOU'RE TOLD!"

"NO!" yelled Dean and screamed in misery. He hit his knees. John woke up and groaned. He opened his eyes and looked around. He turned his head quickly at the sound of his oldest son's screams.

"Dean!" he said nervously and jumped up. "Leave them alone! Leave my kids alone you son of a bitch!"

"Burn him!" yelled Nemesis. The pain got so bad that Dean went down on all fours. His heart began to beat outside of his chest and his nose began to bleed. He began to pant. He was having a hard time catching his breath. Sam watched. He couldn't stand the pain that his brother was in anymore and he knew that there was just one way to make the pain stop. He would do it. For Dean he would.

"Dean," he said.

"No Sammy. I……won't…..do….that….to…you." He threw the torch down and screamed in torment at the pain that just kept coming.

"Just do it Dean," said Sam. Dean shook his head. "NO Sam. I won't. He….will….have to kill……me.. before…I…do that…..to you." Dean's word's were coming out in short gasps. Everyone knew that if something didn't give, Nemesis would succeed in doing just that."

The immortal walked over to him. He was practically lying all the way on the ground. He took his foot and placed it in the middle of Dean's back and pushed him all the way to the ground and then rolled him over until he was staring up at the immortal.

"Leave him alone!" yelled John nervously. Dean could hardly stand it anymore. Sam was about to have a fit himself. Bryan and Tony just watched. Nemesis cocked his head and sneered. Dean screamed again.

"You bastard!" yelled John and grabbed the cell. He shook the bars trying to get out so he could get to his son. Bryan did the same. Dean began to hyperventilate.

"DEAN!" yelled Sam but he could hardly hear him. All he could do was stare up at his enemy and pray that the pain would stop.

Ok, the question now is, will he do it or not? LOL. What's everyone think?