Chapter 70

Nemesis placed his foot in the middle of Dean's chest. He winced at the pressure, the pain never letting up, but only getting worse. "Please," begged Sam but was ignored.

"You will do as you are told Dean. Do you understand me?" Nemesis gave the order with an air of superiority that sickened John Winchester.

"I'm going to kill you Nemesis," proclaimed the older hunter. Do you understand me?" Nemesis looked up at John like he'd just said the most stupid, insane thing he had ever heard in his whole long life. He shook his head and turned his attention back to his prey on the ground. Sam looked at his big brother and then at the immortal. He had to do something. He concentrated but Nemesis felt his power and looked quickly in his direction.

"Sam, I would not do that if I were you." He warned. Sam stopped. "Please," he said. "Let him go." Nemesis looked down at Dean who was only barely conscious now. That would never do, he thought. He could not do what the immortal wanted if he was unconscious, and he only wanted him dead as a last resort. He wanted him broken. He wanted them both broken.

He looked down at Dean and let up on the pain in his chest just enough for him to be able to function again. He began to arouse. "Get up," said the immortal and Dean laid there. He wasn't sure if he could move. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to, but he didn't have a choice. Nemesis kicked him and he grunted and rolled into a ball. "I told you to get to your feet."

Dean closed his eyes and did as he was told. He struggled to his knees and then to stand. "Good, now pick it up," he said as he gestured toward the torch. Dean swallowed hard and went over to pick up the torch.

Nemesis grabbed his arm and shoved him toward his brother once again. "Burn him!" he said. Dean looked down at Sam and he shook his head. "Dean please. No. Don't."

"Sammy," said Dean nervously.

"Do it!" yelled Nemesis and increased the pain once again. Dean screamed and lashed out. Sam braced expecting to be on fire, but Dean, instead of turning toward Sam, he turned toward Nemesis and thrust the torch at him, setting his clothes on fire. The immortal screamed in pain and shock as his clothes went up in flames. The pain stopped. Dean staggered backwards toward his baby brother and Nemesis fell to the ground.

"Oh God," yelled John. "Hurry son. "Get Sam and get the hell out of here!"

"What," asked Dean? "Dad what about you and the others?"

"Get Sammy first. Hurry Dean!" Dean nodded and rushed over toward Sam. He quickly removed the cuffs from his hands and feet and tried to help him to stand but ended up falling himself.

"Dean!" said Sam and went down to lend his brother a hand. Dean winced as Sam helped him back to his feet. Jack ran inside, half carrying Brad.

"Oh my God," said Bryan when he saw the gunshot wound.

"Brad!" yelled Tony.

"Hurry Jack, before he wakes up," said John. Jack looked down at the immortal and nodded. He opened Bryan and Tony's cell door with his mind. Sam opened John's and all got the hell out of there.

They ran out into the yard. It was night. Dean's Impala was parked in the yard. Sam helped him over to it. He helped his dad and his brother inside and climbed into the driver's seat. Bryan helped Tony into another vehicle and Jack helped Brad into the back. They sped away as fast as they could. They were going to go back to Jack and Brad's house but decided against it. It would be the first place they would look.

Brad needed a hospital. So did Tony. Dean did also but they were unsure about how to explain the device in his chest, so they went to a hotel about half an hours drive away. They rented rooms and got everyone settled and then Jack drove back to the hospital where he and Brad worked.

He parked and ran inside. He said hello to a few people and rushed to load up on things that he would need. Things, "for his clinic," he lied and rushed back to the motel.

Meanwhile back at Nemesis's house, after about 2 hours, the immortal woke up. He got to his feet and looked around at the three empty cells. Anger filled him. He went into the room where Harper and his men had held Brad and Jack only to find the three men on the floor bound and gagged and the two prisoners gone. He was not happy.

He walked over and took off their cuffs. They removed their own gags and looked fearfully up at the one they served, who was currently pacing back and forth in the room.

Harper could tell that his Master was angry and wasn't quite sure how to handle it, because he didn't know what he was going to do when he was like that. He was always very unpredictable.

"Sir we're sorry," he offered. "Jack used his powers and took us all by surprise."

Nemesis stopped pacing and glared at the man. "He took you by surprise? You knew he had powers didn't you?"

"Yes sir," he answered. "But we weren't sure he would use them when we threatened his brother." Nemesis started to say something but then stopped and did something that Harper and the two guards weren't expecting. He grinned.

"Sir, are you alright?" asked Harper.

"Oh yes. I'm fine. I still control Dean. He still has my device in his chest. He'll still do what I say. It may be more fun this way anyway." He looked down at his arms that were already beginning to heal. "I'm coming Dean. Be ready, the rest of you also. You can't burn me and get rid of me. You can't kill me that way. There is only one way to do that and I'll make sure that you never find out what that is." Nemesis laughed evilly and walked out. Harper and the two guards followed.

Three hours later after taking care of some things at the hospital, Jack pulled back up in front of the hotel. He grabbed his bag and ran inside. He was running on pure fumes. He knew the others were to. He ran into the room. Everyone jumped when he did.

"How is he?" he asked. John had just checked Brad. He faced Jack now and shook his head. "He's lost a lot of blood Jack," he said. "I don't know." Jack looked down at his brother lying on the bed. He knew that the others needed tending to as well but right now all he was concerned about was Brad. He just needed to take care of something first.

"He'll be fine," said Jack and walked over to where he lay. He placed the bag on the table by Brad's head and knelt down. He was pale. "Brad?"

Brad moaned and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was his little brother, the second was that they were all free. He grinned a little and then coughed. Jack grinned back. "Take it easy," he said. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," said Brad and Jack nodded. "I've got to get that bullet out of your leg."

"I know," he replied. "How are the others?"

"I haven't had a chance to check them yet," said Jack.

"Check them," said Brad weakly. "I'll be okay for a little bit longer." Jack nodded and got up. First he checked John. He was okay. He moved over to Tony and checked his head. "You need stitches," said Jack as he took his head in his hand and looked at the gash in it and the cut on his arm. "I need to clean it first."

"Jack you okay?" asked Tony.

"Couldn't be better," said Jack but Tony knew better. Jack turned to Bryan. "I'm fine," he said. Jack nodded. He walked over to Sam and looked at his arm. It also needed stitches. Jack rubbed his hands down his face. "You going to let me touch you Sam? I need to see how bad you're hurt?" Sam nodded but he was also concerned about Jack. He wasn't acting right, "Good," said Jack and took some water and cleaned the place on his arm. "It's not too bad. It will only take about three stitches." Sam nodded again. Jack turned toward Dean.

He looked at him. Dean looked back. Jack shook his head. "I'm sorry Dean."

"About what," he asked. Jack didn't answer for a few minutes. "Come over here and lay down," he said finally. Dean did as he was told to do and walked over. He lay down. "Take your shirt off first." Dean frowned but sat up and removed his shirt and then lay back down. Jack looked at John. The incision to Dean's chest was almost healed so it was going to have to be opened again before he could take the device out but the first thing he needed to do was get the bullet out of Brad.

"Okay you can put your shirt back on," said Jack and Dean nodded and did. He lay back down and Jack looked at John one more time and then at Sam.

Sam cocked his head suspiciously to the side. John didn't like the look at all. "What are you thinking?" he asked. Jack didn't answer. He knew that he was about to make John mad. He knew how John felt when it came to his kids and he also knew that John might be about to kick his ass for what he was about to do but he didn't have a choice.

"Dean can you sit back up for me a minute," said Jack.

"Yeah sure," said Dean and sat up on the side of the bed. "How do you feel?" asked Jack. "Weak," said Dean. Jack nodded and before Dean or anybody else could react Jack took a straight jacket and got it on his arms.

"What the hell?" asked Dean shocked? John jumped up. "Wait just a damn minute!" he yelled and was about to attack him.

"Hey!" said Sam. Jack rushed around behind Dean and pulled a gun. He placed a hand on one of his shoulders. Dean didn't move. No one did. Everyone stopped where they were. John and Sam glared. Brad was unconscious. Bryan and Tony just sat there.

"Now just hold on," said Jack. "This is not what you think. Bryan come here." Bryan just sat there and continued to stare. "Please," said Jack. Bryan got up slowly and walked over. "Put the straight jacket on him." Bryan raised his eyebrows. "Jack."

"Just do it Bryan. I promise I'll explain in a minute. John, you and Sam stay where you are and Sam don't try it." Everyone was looking at him like he was crazy. He leveled the gun at Bryan when he still just stood where he was. "Do it Bryan." Bryan shook his head and did as he was told. "Stand up Dean." He did as he was told. Bryan secured him in the straight jacket and then went back to sit down by Tony when told to.

"Thank you," said Jack and looked at John. "I will kick you ass Jack," said John. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you but if you hurt Dean I am going to kick your ass!"