Chapter 83

The first thing Jack did after Nemesis and his cronies left was to rush over to Tony. "How are you doing," he asked. Tony looked up at his friend and saw the nervousness. "I'm fine," he said. I can move my hands and my arms a little now."

"That's good," Jack said as he inspected the spider bite on his neck. It was red and swollen. "We need to get everyone back to the clinic," he said to his brother. Brad nodded and went outside. The van was still out there. Nemesis must have gotten a ride with Harper. He came back in. "The van's still there," he said.

"Good," said Jack. "Let's get everyone out of here." Brad nodded. He and Bryan got Tony and had to carry him outside because he couldn't walk. John followed behind. He turned to look at his boys. Sam was just standing there staring out the window. "Sam," he said softly. Dean looked. "I'll get him dad," he said. John nodded and went out to the van.

"Sammy?" Dean asked anxiously. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," replied Sam but Dean knew better. "Don't tell me that," he said. "What's the matter?"

"I'm just tired," Sam replied. "All of a sudden I'm exhausted."

"I know what you mean. I am to but you have to hang in there. You said you know how to kill Nemesis. Is that true or were you just making it up?"

"No it's true. I think I do anyway."

"Well then we need to get back to Jack and Brad's house. Jack is going to want to check everybody out first." Sam nodded but stood where he was. This made Dean nervous. "Sammy," he said and placed an arm on his brother's shoulder. Sam turned to look at him.

"Let's go," repeated Dean. Sam nodded and they both went outside and climbed in the van. Three hours later they arrived back at the clinic. It felt like coming home, everyone thought. Bryan and John helped Tony inside and over the one of the treatment areas.

"Sam I want you to come over here," said Jack gesturing toward another one. Sam nodded and went over to sit down. Dean cocked his head. "What was wrong with Sam," he thought. "Dean," said Jack breaking him out of his concentration. "You come over here."

"Yeah okay," he replied but went over to stand by his brother instead. Jack didn't press it. He turned and looked at Bryan who held up his hand. "Don't even think about it," he said. "I'm okay." This caused everyone to grin. Bryan had to be the worst patient in the history of patients. "Okay Bryan," said Jack and looked everyone over. He cleaned the bite to Tony's neck. Brad looked up the spider in the encyclopedia and decided that Tony would be okay soon. The venom just had to work itself out of his system and he'd be good as new.

Jack walked over to where Sam was sitting. He was careful because of the way he was acting. Dean stepped in front of him when Jack got near him. He stopped and looked at Dean, waiting.

"What's going on Dean," asked John. "Let Jack check him out."

"I don't know if that's a good idea. I won't let him hurt him. I won't let anyone hurt him."

"I'm not going to hurt him Dean," replied Jack. You know me better than that."

"I know that several times you thought he was your psycho father."

"Yeah and several times you hurt him yourself," replied Jack testily.

"I couldn't help it," said Dean.

"Then we were in the same boat because neither could I. We're both okay now and you need to let me check him over." Dean stood his ground.

"Dean," said John. "Let him check him. Move." Dean looked at his father and stepped aside.

"Thanks," said Jack and took a step. John grabbed his arm stopping him. "Just so you know, if you do hurt him….." he let the rest drop off. Jack rolled his eyes. "I know John," he said. "I would not hurt him on purpose." John took a deep breath.

"I know you wouldn't," he said and let him go. Jack walked over to Sam. "I need to check your head and clean your hands and then I need you to raise your shirt because you keep holding your side." Sam nodded and let Jack do his thing. An hour later his hands where they'd been cut were cleaned and bandaged, he got an ice pack for the knot on his head and his ribs were taped. He felt a little better. Dean stood close and kept an eye on everything. "Ok, now for you," said Jack. Dean just looked at him. Jack took a deep breath and took him by the arm.

"Hey," said Dean.

"Hey yourself," replied Jack as he led him over to another one of the beds. "Sit." Dean did as he was told. "Raise your shirt," he ordered and Dean obeyed. Jack took some normal saline and cleaned the incision to his chest. "There. I'm finished," he said and Dean lowered his shirt.

"Okay," said Brad. "Now that everyone is patched up, what's say we go upstairs? I'll put on pot of coffee after we all have beers and we can try to figure out how to stop the immortal before he does anymore damage. Everyone thought that was a good idea. They made their way up the stairs, all that is, except for Sam. He just sat there.

"Sam what's the matter with you," asked Dean. "What did Nemesis do to you?"

"I don't know," replied Sam. "Nothing that I know of."

"Then what's wrong?" Sam looked at his big brother. A headache began to form behind his eyes. He shook his head. "I just don't know."

"Well let's go upstairs okay? We should tell Jack that you're not feeling right."

"No, it's nothing I guess. How are you? Really?"

"I'll live," said Dean. "Come on." Sam nodded and got off the bed. He started for the door that led outside. Dean grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?" Sam looked at the door then back at his brother.

"Sammy," said Dean worried. He turned him to face him. "Let's go upstairs."

"Okay," he replied but just stood there. Dean cocked his head to the side. He pointed to the basement door. "The stairs is that way," he said. Sam looked. "I know," he said.

"Then why are you going outside?"

"I don't know. I thought I heard somebody call my name."

"Nobody called you. Now come on." He pointed him in the right direction. "I'm telling Jack that you're not acting right."

"NO," said Sam quickly. A little too quickly thought Dean. "I'm okay," he replied. "Really. I'm just tired." Dean looked into his brother's eyes and nodded. He wouldn't tell Jack he thought. Not right now but he would watch him very closely. Something wasn't right and Dean knew it. Somehow Nemesis was messing with Sam's head. "Yeah," he said. "Okay but I'm going to keep my eye on you. If you weird out on me I'm going to have to tell him." Sam nodded. They brothers went upstairs and joined the others in the kitchen. Beers and sandwich stuff was out on the table and a fresh pot of coffee was brewing. Sam went to sit down and Dean sat beside him. He was going to watch his baby brother because something wasn't right.