Chapter 80
"What do you want to do," whispered Sam. "We don't have any weapons plus everyone else is inside."
"I know," Dean whispered back. He brought a hand up to his chest because all the sedatives and pain medicine was beginning to wear off and he was beginning to hurt a lot. Sam looked at him. "You okay," he asked. Dean didn't answer but the way he was pressing his hand to his chest let him know that he wasn't. They both kept their eyes on Nemesis and what he called his little friends.
"Maybe if we can get him to open the door we can jump him," Dean thought. As if on cue, Nemesis set the lighted candle down on the grass. He reached down inside the pockets of his jeans and produced two hunting knives that the brothers had had on them before. They were still in their sheaths. He held them up, one in each hand and jiggled them in the candlelight.
"You'll not be needing these," he said and threw them down in the grass. Sam and Dean moved to the center of their cage because the cougars began milling around them, getting restless, sniffing and whining.
Peering through the darkness, Sam and Dean could see them pacing around them. They were about five yards from their cage. The cats' noses pointed skyward, sniffing out the human scent, slinking around their territory, one after the other, their powerful tails swinging low and threatening. They were hungry and very impatient.
Dean winced at the pain in his chest. "He's out of his gourd," he hissed at Sam.
"Tell me something I don't know," Sam hissed back. Both watched as Nemesis grinned sadistically. He wasn't just crazy, thought Dean. He was a madman. "You couldn't reason with a madman," He looked at his brother because Sam started to sway again. Dean reached out to steady him. "Easy Sam," he said because it looked as if he was about to pass out again. "Stay awake," he said. "Try to stay awake."
Sam was trying to do just that but it was getting hard for him to do. He was so dizzy all of a sudden.
"Sammy," said Dean. "Don't pass out on me okay?" Sam nodded. "I'm trying not to," he said. Dean nodded and both watched to see what the immortal was going to do.
Meanwhile inside the old house, Harper was getting restless. He had some bones to pick with the prisoners and he hoped Nemesis would hurry up and give the okay or he'd just take matters into his own hands. He watched them all but when his eyes landed on Jack and Brad, hate filled them.
Harper paced back and forth in the room. He was as impatient as the cougars outside. Jack had gotten away from him not once but twice. He wouldn't a third time. He walked over to Brad. Jack glared at him. Harper laughed. One of the guards walked over to the other side of the room where Bryan and Tony were. The other stayed there where John and Brad were cuffed.
Jack began to concentrate. "I dare you," said Harper as he pulled out a blade and held it under Brad's chin. "I dare you to use them," he said. He pressed the blade into Brad's skin. He winced as Harper drew blood.
"Leave him alone," said John and the guard backhanded him, busting his lip. "What the hell do you want," he asked.
"What do I want," said Harper and removed the blade. "Let me see." He thought a minute and then said. "I want Jack and Brad to hurt. I want to see your face when my Master gets through with your boys and…." He crossed over to Tony and Bryan. "I want to torture a cop. I've never done that before. That might be fun, especially since I have two at my disposal right now."
"Dean look at this." Sam pointed at the ground. Dean watched to be sure that the immortal wasn't paying attention and then looked where Sam pointed. A shard of glass glimmered in the dark soil. Sam screened Dean's body with his. Dean bent to pick up the glass. He retrieved it quickly and stood up. Pressing the piece of glass to his lip, Dean said a silent thank you to whoever left it there.
Nemesis had his back to them, facing the cats, mumbling foreign words to them. Sam strained to hear what he was saying. It sounded like Latin. He shook his head. "Was he communicating with them," he thought. He didn't know but it sure looked like it. While he was preoccupied with the cats, Dean quietly walked over to the twine. He took the glass and began to try to cut their way out.
After several minutes, the twine was cut. Dean grabbed the staves and tugged. He winced because the movement shot pain inside him. Suddenly Nemesis stopped talking to the cougars and looked up. Dean quickly hid the glass. Nemesis turned and glared. Dean winced once again and cried out.
"What the….," said Sam and rushed to his brother's side.
"What do you think you are doing there son," said the immortal. Neither answered but they both knew that he knew something was wrong. He sensed it. Sam shook his head as Dean grabbed his chest. "No," he said not believing. "The device is out. You can't hurt him like that anymore."
"Who said I can't," replied the immortal as Dean began breathing hard. "The device is out of him," repeated Sam. Nemesis grinned. "Yes I know," he replied.
"Dean," said Sam nervously and placed a hand on his shoulders. "How can you be doing this to him," he asked the immortal. "You can't control him like that anymore."
"Why do you think I let them finish the procedure?" Nemesis asked. "Why do you think I waited until they sewed him up?"
"I was thinking it was because you had a case of conscience," said Sam sarcastically even though he knew that this man had no conscious.
"Hardly," said the Immortal. "I don't need the device anymore Sam. I'm in his head."
"That's not possible," said Sam.
"Of course it's possible," replied the immortal with a hint of anger in his voice. "The only way you'll get me out is to kill me."
"We're going to do that," said Sam. "You can count on it."
"Oh sure," said Nemesis. "I'm shaking." He looked at Dean and concentrated. Dean began to hyperventilate. Sam placed a hand on his back, supporting him. Dean cried out and stood up quickly. He looked at his brother. Sam stepped back.
"Dean," said Sam nervously. "Don't!"
"Attack him," said he immortal but Dean shook his head.
"Do as you are told," warned Nemesis and stared intently at him. Dean cried out once again, and before Sam knew it, Dean had pushed him angrily back toward the staves of the cage. Sam threw up his hands so that his brother could see them.
"Don't Dean. Open your eyes. Look at me!" Sam was trying hard to get his brothers attention. "It's me," he said. "LOOK AT ME!" Dean cocked his head to the side. Outside the cage, the cats paced impatiently, hungrily. They smelled human blood and couldn't wait for their next meal. Sam looked back at the cats, and then back at his brother. He had to reach him, he thought.
He softened his voice. "Dean listen. You don't want to hurt me. I'm your brother man. I'm Sam. Please, you've got to fight him. Open your eyes and look at me. It's me Dean. It's me."
Dean still had Sam pressed against the staves. He squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, he saw his little brother. "Oh God," he said, and collapsed. "DEAN!" yelled Sam fearfully as he caught his brother and lowered him to the ground. "No Dean. Don't do this," he said but he was unconscious. Nemesis laughed sadistically, maniacally. Sam looked at him with hate. "Give me the piece of glass," he said. Sam shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play games Sammy or he'll be the first that my fine feline friends will eat. Give me the damn glass!" Sam felt defeated. He didn't have a choice. He took the glass out of his brother's hand and handed it to the immortal.
"Good boy," said Nemesis. "Don't go away. I'm watching you. I need to go inside. Harper is chomping at the bit. I can sense it. "He turned toward his cougars. "You guard them now you hear." The cat's looked up at their master as if they understood. Nemesis walked away and went inside the house. The cougars circled the cage continuously, not letting their prey get away. Sam went down to his knees and hoisted Dean up. He helped him onto the straw bed and watched to make sure the cats didn't get in and hoped to God that help was coming soon.