Chapter 76
Sam came up on the opposite side of Jack and sat down by Dean. He would not be leaving. Not until Dean was okay. John, and Brad went into the living room where John redressed Brad's leg. Tony and Bryan stayed close.
"Bryan there is a bag of IV fluids over on the table by the door. Will you bring that to me," asked Jack.
"Yeah sure," said Bryan and went to get it. Jack hung it up on the side of the overhead light. He walked over and got some tubing and then made his way back over to Dean. He opened it and attached one end to the IV in his arm and stuck the spike in the other end. He opened the clamp and let the fluids flow into Dean's veins. Brad came back inside.
"How are you doing," he asked Jack but noticed that he was still shaking. "Jack?" John came to stand in the doorway. Jack didn't answer he just took the scalpel in his hand and turned to make the cut. He froze once again when he saw his father standing by Sam.
"Hello Jackson," he said. Jack just looked. "You're not real. You're dead." All eyes turned to where Jack was looking but all they saw was Sam.
"Jack," said Brad a little more firmly. He shook his head and turned toward Brad.
"What," he asked.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," said Jack defensively and prepared to open up Dean's chest. Brad put his hand over Jack's. He looked up at Brad and then at his hand. Brad removed it from him.
"Jack maybe,"
"I said I'm okay," said Jack cutting Brad off. He nodded. "Okay Jack. Okay," he said but was getting even more nervous. Jack lay down the scalpel and put on some sterile gloves then opened a fresh scalpel. Brad took some betadine and cleaned Dean's chest. Sam was watching it all. Something wasn't right but he couldn't put his finger on it. All he knew was that he was going to stick to Dean like glue until the procedure was over.
John walked over to stand by his youngest son. He also felt uneasy but they had to get that thing out of Dean's chest, and then they needed to find out how to kill that damn immortal.
Jack made the cut and looked inside the cut. "Shit," he said when he saw the device.
"What," asked John and Sam at the same time. Brad looked down into the incision. "Oh man," he said.
"Would one of you like to tell me what is wrong," asked John. Jack and Brad looked at each other.
"The device is wrapped around some arteries. I'm going to have to cut it out. He could bleed to death if we're not careful," said Jack.
"Then be careful," said John and scowled. Jack laughed. "Oh okay," he said. "I'll try."
"Jack if you hurt my son so help me," said John.
"I know John. I know," said Jack and looked at Brad. Sam jumped as his phone rang. He knew better than not to answer it so he picked it up and just held it.
"Tell them to stop," said Nemesis.
"No," said Sam.
"Sam you do as you're told," replied the immortal. "I'll kill him before Jack frees him." Sam swallowed hard but didn't answer him.
"Do not make me angry," warned the immortal. Sam closed his eyes. "They are going to get that thing out of his chest and then we are going to find a way to destroy you."
"Is that so," said the immortal. Sam watched as Dean began to moan.
"Jack," he said.
"I know," said Jack and gave him some more of the sedative. He looked up and then back down, He quickly looked up again as he saw his father next to Sam.
"You're not real," said Jack.
"Of course I'm real," said Jack's father and I'm ordering you to stop."
"You're not real," repeated Jack again and turned his attention back to Dean, ignoring the vision of his dad. Brad came up to stand beside his brother. Sam still had the phone to his ear.
"Sam you will do as you are told or you will be sorry," said the immortal. He swallowed hard once again. Jack was looking at the device, trying to figure out how to get it out of Dean's chest without cutting an artery. If that happened then Dean would bleed to death in a matter of minutes.
John watched both of his son's. Suddenly Sam dropped the phone and grabbed his head as pain shot through his skull.
"Sammy!" cried John nervously and ran around to his side of Dean's bed. He grabbed Sam's shoulders and supported him as the pain shot through him.
"Do as you are told," said the immortal in Sam's head. "Do you think that you just got beat up when you came outside? No. There was a lot more that happened to you then Harper just beating the crap out of you, now tell them to stop or I will kill Dean."
"Sam," said Jack but that was as far as he got. He froze as his dad walked right out from behind Sam and up to get in his face. Jack shook his head. "You're not real. I don't believe you are real. My father is dead."
"Jack," said Brad. He was also getting nervous because Jack was just staring at something or someone in front of him that only he could see. He began to shake more. The pain subsided in Sam's head and he got up to walk over to Jack but Jack didn't see Sam. He saw his father.
"Jack listen," said Sam and raised his hands but Jack threw down the scalpel, grabbed Sam by the arm and spun him around before anyone could react. He pulled a gun and placed it at Sam's head.
"Jack hold it," said Brad but he wasn't listening. "I'll kill you," he said. "I'll kill you all over again."
"What the hell are you doing Jack," said John angrily. "I'll kill him!" said Jack.
"Jack that is not your father," said Bryan as he came up to stand beside John. "That's Sam, remember?" Jack shook his head and placed an arm around Sam's throat then pulled him back to him.
Bryan took a step but Jack turned the gun on him. He stopped and stood where he was with his hands raised. "Get back," said Jack.
"Okay," said Bryan softly and him and John backed up. Tony stayed where he was also. Jack shoved Sam over toward a chair and forced him down into in. "Don't move," he said.
"Jack it's me," said Sam.
"Shut the hell up," was Jack's reply and Sam did as he was told. Brad got to his feet slowly. "Jack," he said in his head. Jack spun around and pointed the gun at him. "Hold on a minute," Brad said telepathically.
"You," said Jack. "Come here."
"Jack," Brad said in his head. "Come here!" repeated Jack and Brad nodded and did as he was told. "You will take the device out."
"What," asked Brad astonished. "I can't. I can't stay up long enough to do that. Jack let Sam go. That's Sam man not your dad. Your dad is dead."
"Get over here," said Jack as he placed a gun at the base of Sam's head. Sam closed his eyes.
"Jack!" said John angrily. "Don't even think about hurting him!" Jack looked at John and then back at Brad. "Take the device out." Brad shook his head and looked down at Dean and the device in his chest. "Jack."
"Now!" yelled Jack.
"Okay!" answered Brad and took up the scalpel.
"Let Sam go," said John.
"This is not Sam. This is Nemesis playing head games with me," said Jack.
"No hell it's not," said John. "That is my son! Now let him go!" Jack looked at John. His eyes focused and he saw what he was about to do. "Oh God," said Jack. "John I'm," he said but John cut him off. He ran up to him and took the gun then shoved him back against the wall.
"I'm sorry," said Jack and winced as his back hit the wall hard. He looked at John's angry face. "I don't know what happened to me."
"You almost killed my kid you son of a bitch!" said John lividly.
"I'm sorry. Let me finish what I've started." Brad was about to hand him back the scalpel but John slapped his hand away. "Oh hell no," said John. "Brad you take it out."
"John I can't," said Brad. "I can't stand up long enough to do that. My leg is killing me. Please, let Jack."
"NO!" said John and jerked Jack away from the wall. "Sammy get up," he said. Sam did as he was told and John shoved Jack down into the chair. "What are you doing?" asked Bryan.
"Keeping my damn kids safe," said John and leveled the gun at Jack. "Get you a chair and sit down if you have to Brad but you are taking that damn thing out of Dean's chest. If you don't, Jack will have a hole in his leg to match the one in yours."
"Dad," said Sam. Tony and Bryan got their feet. John looked at them. "Don't even think about," he said, and the two cops stood where they were.