Chapter 72

Jack walked over to the edge of the parking lot and leaned against a tree. He looked up at the sky. The sun was just beginning to come up over the horizon and there was a slight chill in the air. He looked down at the ground and squeezed the bridge of his nose. He was so tired. He wasn't sure if Brad was going to make it or not. He'd lost so much blood and Dean, well Dean was supremely pissed off.

He felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He had no idea what the device was in Dean's chest. He knew it was used to control Dean, to make him obey, but he had no idea how the immortal placed it inside of him. He had no idea how to remove it, or even what he would find when he opened him up. He didn't know if he could remove it or not. It scared him to think that he could actually kill him when he tried. He took a deep breath. He jumped when his cell phone rang.

Thinking it was one of the guys inside, he absently answered it. "Hello," he said.

"Do you think that will stop me," said Nemesis on the other end of the line. Jack froze. He looked around nervously trying to see if he could spot the immortal anywhere around. When he didn't answer, Nemesis continued. "A straight jacket? Are you serious?"

"Leave him alone," said Jack.

"Oh well that's not going to happen, especially now. Here is what you are going to do. You will go into that room and you will take the restraint off the boy. Do you hear me?" Jack shook his head. "No way," he said. "I'll protect him until I can help him."

"Then you'll kill him Jack. I'll blow his heart to pieces before you free him."

Jack looked around again. He still saw no sign of the immortal but they both knew that Nemesis didn't have to be around to hurt Dean. Nemesis, on the other end of the phone grinned. "What's your worst nightmare Jack?"

"What," asked the young doctor shocked at the sudden change of subjects? "I know what it is, or rather who it is?" Nemesis laughed and hung up the phone. Suddenly Jack felt someone there with him. "Hello Jackson," said the voice that was behind him. He spun around and fell backwards because there standing in front of him, was his father.

"You're not real," said Jack and shook his head. Jack's dad walked up to him and got close to his face. "Are you sure about that?" he asked.

"You're dead. It's a trick. That's what he does. He manipulates. He takes your thoughts and makes them real." Jack's father shoved him up against the tree hard. Jack winced at the pain. "No. You're dead," he said and his father backhanded him and knocked him down.

"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not, but either way you'll not disrespect me!" he said. Jack just looked at him from the ground. He made no attempt to get up. All the abuse he faced as a teenager came back to his mind and he couldn't move. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, his dad was gone. He shook his head and got to his feet. He held onto the tree for support as a wave of dizziness passed.

In the motel room, Sam saw it first. Dean winced as the pain began. Sam swallowed and walked over to where his brother sat. "Dean."

Dean looked up and Sam saw the pain in his eyes, and the fear. He shook his head. "Just hang on Dean," he said. "Jack will help you soon."

"Sammy you've got to let me go," said Dean. "Please." Sam shook his head. "I can't take the jacket off. I'm sorry." John walked over to his sons. He saw the pain that was just beginning, in his eldest. "Dean."

"Dad please," said Dean.

"Sam, go get Jack." Sam nodded and ran out the door. Tony and Bryan came over. "How is he," asked Tony.

John shook his head. "It's not bad yet," he said as Sam and Jack came back inside the room. Jack went over to Dean immediately. He looked at him. "Let me go."

"I can't," said Jack. "Not yet."

"Jack," said Dean and cried out as it began to get worse. "Oh God no!" Dean bent over at the waist trying to catch his breath.

"I can give you something for the pain," said Jack and Dean screamed and went down to his knees. "Dean!" John grabbed Jack by the arm and pulled him to his feet. He turned him to face him.

"Listen Jack," he said. "I want you to get that thing out of his chest right now."

"I know John," said Jack. "But I need to know what I'm dealing with."

"NO!" yelled Dean as the pain got worse and worse. "Let me go!" Jack shook his head. "I can't. As soon as I do you'll try to hurt somebody or yourself. I can give you something for pain Dean but that's about it right now."

"Let me go!" Yelled Dean again and screamed again. "Oh God it hurts!"

"Dean just take it easy okay?" said Sam. "It will be okay." Dean went down to the floor. Sam went down and sat down beside him. John grabbed Jack. "Get it out of him now!" he yelled.

"John stop it," said Bryan and separated them. John went to grab Jack once again but Bryan stepped in his way. "John, give him a minute!"

"Dean don't have a damn minute!" said John as he heard his son scream once again.

"I don't even know what I'm dealing with!" said Jack. "John I could do more harm to him then good."

"When are you going to take it out then," asked John.

"Soon," answered Jack and bent down to where Sam and Dean were at on the floor. Dean was sweating. He was breathing heavily and Jack could tell that the pain Nemesis was going to put him through was going to be more than he'd ever put him through before. "I can give you something for pain Dean, but that's all I can do right now."

"What…!" yelled John. "Are you kidding me! You take that damn thing out of my son's chest!"

"JOHN," said Bryan now calm down.

"Don't tell me to calm down Bryan, look at Dean." Bryan looked at his friend on the floor. His nose had begun to bleed and he was writhing. "My…..heart…," coughed out Dean.

"Dean. Hey Dean!" Sam looked at his brother, worried, and then up to Jack, Bryan and John.

"Tony go get me my bag," said Jack. Tony nodded. "NO!" yelled John but Tony went to get the bag while Bryan held John back. He rushed back as fast as he could and handed the bag to Jack. He took it and took out a syringe.

"What the hell are you giving him," said John.

"Something for the pain," said Jack. Sam help me roll him over on his side. We can't take off the jacket so I need to give this in his hip. Sam nodded and him and Bryan rolled Dean over. Jack inserted the needle. He winced and began to calm down some. Jack took his stethoscope and listened to his heart. When he had calmed down some more, Bryan and Sam helped to get him up and over to a bed.

"Could you hear anything through the straight jacket?" asked Sam.

"Yeah," said Jack and continued to watch John. He was angry and looked like he would pounce any minute.

"Is he okay?"

"For now," said Jack. He walked over to check on his brother. Brad was still asleep. His vital signs were stable so he turned to Sam. "I need to sew up your arm." Sam nodded and walked with Jack over to the table. He sat down and Jack opened some more sponges. He cleaned Sam's arm.

"You're dad's not to happy with me right now. Are you?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know Jack. I want you to remove that thing that's hurting Dean. I don't understand why you haven't yet." Jack closed his eyes and deadened Sam's arms with some Xylocaine. He stitched it up without saying a word. When he was finished he asked for Tony to come over. Sam nodded and went to get him.

"Hey," said Tony. Jack didn't answer. Tony cocked his head. "What is it?" Jack looked at him. "I'm going to stitch up your head and your arm."

"Okay," said Tony. Jack began to clean the wound to Tony's head and his arm. Tony winced as he deadened the areas and stitched him up. When he was finished he laid down the equipment and put his head in his hand. Tony looked at Sam.

"You okay Jack," said Tony.

"Yeah I'm fine," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"I said I'm fine damn it!" said Jack angrily and jumped to his feet spilling alcohol and normal saline all over the place. Tony watched him not saying another word. Jack looked at his friend. He shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to yell." Tony nodded and looked at Bryan who walked over. Dean was moaning and groaning but was unconscious and John and Sam was by his side.

"Want to tell us what's wrong," asked Bryan, and looked at Jack. Sam's cell phone rang. He jumped just like Jack did. No one should be calling him. John and Dean were here with him. His heart began to beat wildly as he slowly picked it up. He knew who it was and he knew better than not to answer it so he did.

"Hello Sam," said Nemesis.