Chapter 78

"Jack," said Sam. "It's me. I'm not you're father. Man look at me!" Jack glowered at him. "Come on," said Sam. "You know who I am."

"You were a good man once dad," said Jack as he continued to press Sam backward into the wall. Sam's arm came around and grabbed his middle where the broken ribs were. Jack continued talking. "You were a good dad. A great one, until mom died in that car crash. You got mixed up in things you had no business getting mixed up in. You changed. You became mean, hateful."

"Jack," said John. He would have gotten up but the two men had there guns on them. "That's my kid! Open your damn eyes and look at him!" Brad finished sewing up Dean. He limped slowly over to where Jack was. He kept a close eye on Harper and the gun in his hand but he didn't try to stop him so he went to Jack. Harper did stay close behind him, however and was careful not to let him get to far ahead.

"Jack let him go," said Brad. "Nemesis is making you see things, but it's not real. Your father, our father is dead remember? He died when we were 18 years old. I didn't know him but you told me in the end he saved your life."

Brad put a hand on Jack's shoulder. "It's not real Jack. That is Sam." Jack rubbed his head and then shook it. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again he saw Sam. Immediately he backed off. "I'm sorry Sam," he said.

"It's okay," replied Sam and looked at Nemesis. He grinned evilly and said, "Well I guess the fun's over." Sam didn't answer. Jack backed up to stand with Brad. They both looked at Sam. He got the message. He whirled around, as fast as his side would let him that is, and together with Jack, pushed the immortal back with their minds. Nemesis screamed in rage.

Brad turned and side kicked Harper sending him sprawling. John jumped up and hit one of the guards while Bryan hit the other. Tony ran over to Dean.

"Dean," he said. "Come on wake up. DEAN!"

Dean moaned and opened his eyes. They got wide when he saw Nemesis. He winced and struggled to sit up.

"I don't know what the hell you are thinking but you will not beat me!" yelled the immortal. Sam shoved him back once again but was beginning to get weak. Jack raised his hands toward the ceiling and pulled down a sword. It was flaming at the end. He pointed it at Nemesis. "We're walking out of here," said Jack. "All of us."

"That's what you think," replied the immortal and knocked the sword out of his hand. Jack sprang forward and hit him in the face, snapping his head back. This only succeeded in making Nemesis angrier. He screamed in rage and raised his hand. A blue light flew from it and hit Jack dead center. He was knocked backwards. He attempted to get up. Brad stood in front of him and charged but Nemesis threw him back effortlessly.

John, filled with anger, started toward the immortal. Harper got to his feet. He drew his gun and raised his hand. He shot up to the ceiling. Everyone stopped where they were. John turned. Harper had walked over to Dean and had the gun pointed at his head.

The two guards got to their feet and pulled their weapons also, leveling them at Tony and Bryan. Nemesis himself walked over and grabbed Sam.

"NO," said John but stayed where he was.

"Now what were you saying Jack," said Nemesis. "You're right, you're all walking out of here, but you're going with us. We're going to take this party to a place more private. GET TO MOVING!" he ordered. Sam winced. Nemesis leaned down to his ear. "Want to use your powers Sammy," he asked. "Go ahead son. I'm waiting." Sam didn't move. He didn't answer. He just stayed where he was. Nemesis pulled him over toward him and used him as a shield. "Let's go," he told the others.

Harper got Dean and pulled him to his feet. He shoved him toward the door. Sam was shoved toward Nemesis. All was carried outside and placed in a black van. They drove for about 2 hours. When they arrived they had went into the mountains to an old dilapidated house that was there.

"Get those five inside." He ordered and John, Tony, Bryan, Jack and Brad was ushered inside. "Take care of these two Harper. I'll be back soon. I need to take care of something first." Harper nodded and gestured with his gun.

"Where are we going," asked Dean.

"Shut up and move," said Harper and jerked his gun toward the back of the house. Sam and Dean walked. They didn't have a choice. They were separated again so they had to be careful. Harper marched them in to the back yard. Sam's heart sank when he saw where they were headed.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me," said Dean. Harper shoved him and one to the guards shoved Sam forward. They stumbled toward a cage like pen made from tough, pine staves about 12 feet high. They were bound together by stout twine.

Harper was ecstatic that the prey had been caught again. He danced around them, herding, prodding, and maneuvering them together with the rifle he had traded his pistol for. The cage door was opened.

"Ready and waiting," said Dean sarcastically.

An almighty crack descended on Sam's head and a gasp shot from his lips. He groaned, folded and went down on all fours.

"Sammy," yelled Dean and bent to help his brother but the guard pulled him back to his feet.

"What the….," said Dean.

All in a day's work for Harper, thought Dean. "So tell me Dean, do you want to say something else smart?" Dean looked down at his brother and shut his mouth.

"I didn't think so," said Harper and shoved him. Suddenly, Harper and his henchman was all business like; prodding the brothers with the butts of their guns, kicking and pushing them into the cage.

"Shit!' said Dean. His chest where he had the operation was screaming at him to rest and his arns were so weak he could hardly lift them up.

Sam slid along the dirt floor, lurched to his knees and tried to stand. His legs gave and he crashed, face down into the mat of foul smelling straw.

Harper then came back and got behind Dean. He poked him sharply in the back. He stalled but another vicious poke sent him sprawling onto the floor of the cage. Harper cackled to himself as he quickly secured the cage door with a strong piece of twine.

"Rest awhile my friends! Rest! You're all going to need it by the time we're through. Just so you know, all this was a part of Nemesis plans. You're did exactly what he wanted you to do." Harper and the guard left to go inside.

"Shit, shit, shit," wailed Sam and stood with his hands rattling the staves in angry frustration. He grabbed himself around the middle because his broken ribs were dealing him fits.

Dean got to his feet and walked over to his brother. "Okay," he said. "He's got us for now. But we'll get out. Don't worry about it." Dean wasn't sure how, but they'd make it out if it was the last thing they did.

Sam bashed the palings with a clenched fist. All the way down one side of the cage, the staves looked in unison. A blinding pain shot through his skull first and then his ribs., and also his fists. The pain in his head and side were bad but now his fist…..

He cursed. He looked at his hands. They were bloody from where he kept hitting the staves. They had sharp edges and thorns on them along with pieces of glass. Dean cursed as he hit the other side.

The crack on Sam's head, from the rifle butt had raised a fair sized lump. He groaned and pictured a nice cold beer waiting for them when this was over. He closed his eyes against the screeching pain in his head. Dean walked over and took his baby brothers hands to look at the cuts the staves have caused. He stared ahead.

"Sam," Dean said quietly. "Look at this." Sam opened his eyes and looked where Dean was pointing. It was backpacks. Old backpacks. Apparently they were not the first people to have been brought here by the immortal. At this time Dean and Sam would have been happy to be at Nemesis house. They had no idea where they were, no idea how the others were doing and they were both scared.

Inside the old house were the others. Harper and the guard came in to join the other one. All 5 of them had been tied up in one shape or form. Harper grinned. He looked longingly at Jack and could not wait for Nemesis to give him permission.

"Welcome to our little home away from home," he said. Nobody answered. They were all in serious trouble, no doubt about it.